Rise to Submit [Rise of the Changelings, Book 4] (Siren Publishing Epic Romance, ManLove) by Lynn Hagen Page A

something to restrain him,” Mason finally said when he saw that Ian wasn’t calming down, but gearing up.
    Benito came back with some neckties. “It’s all I could find.”
    Mason walked to the bed with Ian still secured in his arms. He pressed forward, keeping just enough weight on the smaller man, but keeping in mind his changeling strength. He pulled one arm from under Ian, and then the other, using his chest to hold the man down.
    Ian tried to use his freed arms to swing back at Mason, but Mason grabbed them, pulling them behind Ian. He was careful of the cuts, but saw a few had opened…bleeding. “Get everyone out of here!”
    The scent of blood called to the baser instincts of changelings. Mason knew he had trouble on his hands even before he saw Benito stiffen next to him, the werewolf’s canines elongating as he began to pant heavily and scent the air. Miguel, his cousin, was next to him in seconds, his dark-blue eyes shifting into his werewolf eyes. Shards of yellow appeared as they began to glow.
    “Freedman!” Mason quickly tied off Ian’s hands, binding them behind him before Mason stood and growled at the two juveniles, warning them to stay back.
    Sasha and Rick were in the doorway unmoving, their eyes shifted, but they retained their human form. And Mason could only thank the powers that be for their control. He had enough trouble keeping a hold of Ian without having to fight off a couple of blood-hungry changelings.
    Ian was a weak male. He was what changeling would consider the easiest of prey. Mason was fighting the need to lick Ian’s wounds clean before biting him. He fought it with every single breath he took. But he wouldn’t be able to fight it for much longer if the others shifted.
    Freedman appeared in the doorway and snapped his eyes between the men standing there. Benito and Miguel were shifting, tiny hairs of fur sprouting as they moved closer to Ian.
    “Please don’t make me hurt you.” Mason growled out his warning. “Back the fuck up!”
    Benito blinked a few times before looking up at Mason. It was as if he was struggling to understand what Mason was saying. “But he smells so good.”
    Rick moved into the room, licking his lips as he grabbed both juveniles, pulling them back. “Come on, men. We have to go.”
    “What’s going on?” Freedman asked, clearly confused.
    “Stop him from bleeding,” Mason demanded as he stood there, guarding Ian until the others finally left the room. Sasha glanced at Mason, and then at Ian. The hunger cleared in his kelly-green eyes before he curled his hands into fists and backed away.
    Freedman slammed the door closed.
    Mason’s body was humming, the adrenaline coursing through him. His jaguar was primed as it thought it was about to chase its prey down. He walked backward to the window and then dipped down, sticking his head out and inhaling the fresh, crisp winter air.
    The sweet scent of Ian’s blood cleared from his mouth, throat, and then finally his lungs.
    “You guys didn’t go through this when Omar was shot in the truck,” Freedman pointed out as he quickly cleaned Ian’s wounds. The smaller human was still struggling on the bed, unaware of what had just taken place, how close he had come to a feeding frenzy. It scared Mason, terrified him how dangerously close he had come to losing control.
    “It all depends on the prey. How sweet the scent of their blood is, how wounded they are, and their strength, or lack of. Omar may have been wounded, but he is stronger than he lets on. Our beasts scented Ian’s total weakness, his omega place in this small group.”
    “What about Dorian?” Freedman asked as he tried to work around Ian bucking and kicking.
    “He’s mated to an alpha. To attack Dorian would be to challenge Rick. It’s an intricate web of many factors.”
    “So basically, you all almost lost control because Ian is helpless.”
    Mason nodded as he pulled back inside the window, but stayed close to the opening just