Spaced Out For Love 2
Cory Spencer’s world became a nightmare when he was kidnapped by an alien intent on selling him to the highest bidder. Sold as a prize to the winner of a cage match, he’s shocked to discover that the man who won him is his mate.
Ravcor tracked his mate through the vastness of space only to find him being sold into slavery on a lawless planet on the outskirts of the known universe. Kidnapped and forced to fight in illegal cage matches, he finds he has something to fight for when Cory is offered up as the prize.
But winning a series of cage fights sounds easier than it is, especially when the people in charge are intent on separating them. Rav must fight not only the men holding them but a conspiracy that may reach the highest levels of government, one that seems to know their every move.
“Who are you?”
The words were quiet, almost a murmur in Rav's ear, but they were definitely male. The timber was too deep to be a woman, and the body pressing Rav into the wall was too hard to be anything other than male.
"None of your fucking business," Rav snapped.
"If you're going to interfere in my plans, then it is very much my business." Rav grunted when his entire body was slammed into the unforgiving brick wall. "Now, who are you and what are you doing here?"
Rav's temper flared, his anger becoming a scalding fury and giving him the extra needed strength to turn in the hands that held him up against the wall. He was surprised to find himself facing a man a few inches taller than him. Not many people were taller than a Phangar, and this man was no Phangar.
He was also no dummy. Rav swallowed hard when he suddenly felt the sharp point of a knife press up under his chin. He felt a trickle of blood trail down his throat and knew his life was in this man's hands. No matter how fast he was, Rav wouldn't be fast enough to get away before the man's sharp blade was shoved into his throat.
"I have no desire to interfere in your plans, whatever they may be," Rav said carefully. "I just want my mate."
The frown that suddenly covered the man's face was almost as surprising as the suddenness of his attack. "Your mate?" he asked. "The human?"
Rav started to nod then thought better of it when the knife blade cut into his neck again. He kept his eyes on the man before him as he slowly raised his finger and pushed the sharp blade away from his vulnerable neck.
"Yes, my mate was stolen from me. I'm just here to get him back."
"I saw no mark on him."
"I didn't have time to mark him before he was taken from me."
Rav's surprised doubled when the man stared at him for a moment then nodded his head and stepped back as if he had come to some great conclusion. The knife that had been held at Rav's neck was also pulled away.
“If we’re going into battle together, the least you could do is introduce yourself.”
The man’s head cocked to the side. “Jeyel.”
He shrugged. “Pretty much.”
So be it.
Rav didn’t have time to play games with Jeyel. Ulfar seemed like a slippery character. If he didn’t keep close tabs on the dirt bag, he’d slip away and Rav might never find him again. And if he lost Ulfar, he might never find Cory again.
"The man that entered that door with your mate is the one I am after."
"You can have him,” Rav replied. “I just want Cory."
Rav growled. "The human."
Jeyel snorted nastily.
"You have a problem with humans?" he snapped.
Jeyel’s green eyes flashed. "Weak creatures."
The man’s disdainful tone infuriated Rav. He didn't care if Cory was the weakest creature in the known universe, the man was still his. "He's mine!" Rav snapped angrily.
"Whatever," Jeyel said as he rolled his eyes, "I just want the man that’s with him."
Rav rubbed the small cut mark on his throat, wiping away the blood with his thumb. He saw Jeyel's slightly flat nostrils flare and quickly sniffed the air. He still smelled the stench of decay from the streets but now there was the coppery scent of blood added into the mix. Rav grimaced and looked down at his thumb. There was just a trace of blood smeared on his thumb but it was enough for someone to smell if they had the ability.
Apparently, Jeyel did.
"He has something of mine."
"That seems to be a reoccurring theme with him." Rav smirked.
"Ulfar has information that I need." Jeyel frowned and glanced down the street as if he was trying to figure something out. "I do not begrudge you your right to pursue your mate but I need this man alive. He has information that could mean the life or death of someone important to me."
Well, that sucked.
Cory woke warm, cuddled against Rav's side, the man's larger than life arms wrapped tightly around him even in sleep. Every time Cory tried to budge, the arms tightened. Cory figured he was going to be there for awhile or at least until the man woke up.
He sighed happily, Rav’s musky masculine scent filling his senses. Cory turned his head and rubbed his nose against Rav’s heated skin and inhaled, wanting a deeper scent.
God, he loved the way the man smelled. No one on Earth or in space smelled as delicious as Rav. Cory felt like rubbing against the Phangar until he smelled of him all over. He settled for rubbing his cheek along Rav’s chest.
“What are you doing, pet?”
Cory froze. Rav’s voice was quiet, amused, but Cory was still embarrassed to be caught rubbing against the man. “Nothing.”
Cory yelped when he was rolled to his back, his arms pinned over his head. The lecherous grin on Rav’s face made him nervous, and anticipating what the handsome man would do next. His breath hitched in his throat when Rav leaned down and rubbed their cheeks together. How did he know?
“Rav,” he groaned as the man’s unique scent surrounded him before sinking into his skin. Cory hoped that it never left. He wanted to be branded by Rav’s smell. He wanted everyone to know he belonged to Rav.
“Do like my scent on you, pet?”
“Yes.” Cory had no problem admitting that, no matter how embarrassed it might make him. The man was rubbing against him, the gesture starting to move down his entire body until Rav was braced over the top of Cory, rubbing their bodies together.
There was no mistaking how much Rav enjoyed what he was doing. The steel pipe pressed against Cory’s abdomen was testament to the man’s enthusiasm.
Cory jumped when his cock and balls were suddenly grabbed by one very large hand. He groaned and pressed his head back into the pillow when his cock took interest in that hand and hardened right up. The few strokes Rav gave his erection only made him harder, and hornier.
Cory yelped when he was suddenly lifted into the air and draped over Rav's body. He landed with his hands and knees on either side of Rav's large body. All the air rushed from Cory's lungs as he glanced down between his body and Rav's and saw the man grinning up at him.
"Oh god!" A light ripple skated over Cory’s skin when Rav very carefully licked his fingers. He shivered when they moved out of his line of vision and then they grazed his sensitive entrance. His eyes closed and his lips parted when one finger slid inside of him.
The burn was intense but forgotten in an instant when Rav swallowed his cock right down to the root. Cory didn't know whether to push back onto Rav's fingers or go forward and drive his cock into the man's hot mouth.
His eyes rolled back when Rav pulled his finger out and replaced it with a very large cock. He was jerked back and impaled on Rav's cock in one fluid motion. His eyes crossed as he was filled almost beyond feeling good. He panted heavily and clutched at Rav's shoulders as he tried to bring life giving air back into his lungs.
He wanted to come, god he wanted to come, but Cory was determined to make this last as long as possible. He grabbed onto the small amount of control that was slipping away and held onto it with an iron fist.
Rav was buried so deep inside of him that Cory would swear they were one person, no beginning and no ending. His fingers curled into the sheets as Rav kicked his legs further apart with his knees. Skin slapped against skin, the passionate sound echoing through the room as Cory smashed his eyes together, fighting off his orgasm. It was extremely difficult when Rav’s cock slid over his sweet spot on every damn stroke.
“My pet,” Rav growled. “My mate.”
“Yesss,” Cory readily agreed as he rocked back to meet Rav’s forward thrust.
Rav's eyes darkened as he growled and rolled them to the edge of the bed. Cory laughed and grabbed onto the hulking man as he stood up, Cory still impaled on his cock. He leaned in, nuzzling his head under Rav's chin and licking a line across the man's throat.
“Mate.” Cory could hear the slight crack in Rav’s voice. Rav's hands gripped Cory's butt cheeks, holding him tight. Rav's eyes turned black as his eyes roamed over Cory, settling on the soft skin between his throat and shoulder.
Cory blinked then tilted his head back, giving Rav access.
Cory knew his control was gone when Rav roared and drove up into his ass. Something at the end of Rav’s cock thickened and attached to Cory’s prostate, sending waves of pleasure cascading over Cory.
At the same time, his teeth sank into Cory's throat. Cory didn’t even have to touch his cock. The act of being claimed by the powerful man had Cory crying out as his seed spurted out in one throbbing pulse after another.
Rav howled, yanking Cory back onto his shaft while manically snapping his hips forward, driving his cock deep within Cory over and over again. Waves of ecstasy crashed through Cory as Rav’s cock throbbing in his ass, the man stilling as he shot pulse after pulse of hot liquid into Cory.
Cory closed his eyes and dropped his head against Rav's chest as he tried to start breathing again. It might be impossible.