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

in case the smell began to overwhelm him once more. His heightened senses enabled him to scent even a minute drop of blood, making the smell ten times stronger, more potent.
    “I need to secure his legs.” Freeman jumped out of the way when Ian kicked back.
    “No,” Mason said. “I’ll do it.” He pulled in a lungful of fresh air before going over to the bed and grabbing the discarded neckties on the floor. He grabbed Ian’s legs, stopping the man from smacking him with his feet before wrapping the ties around Ian’s ankles. The man was securely bound on the bed now.
    A hunger that Mason had never felt before began to surface as he stared at Ian’s bound form. He looked incredible despite the injuries on his body.
    Mason just stood there staring at the helpless man. Dark desires began to fill his mind, images of things he knew he could never do to Ian. The man had been too abused. Mason had to push those thoughts aside.
    Ian was broken and there was no way Mason would take advantage of that fact. But there was no denying the feelings building up inside of him to totally dominate Ian. To make him submit to Mason’s will.
    The man was securely bound on the bed. Freedman immediately began to finish his work, sealing up the reopened wounds with a thick cream, not only stopping the bleeding, but covering them under a heavy layer of the white substance.
    “Am I okay to leave you with him or should I make you leave?” Freedman asked as he set the small tube aside and wiped his hands on his shirt.
    Mason turned his head toward Freedman and had to think about what the man had just said. His mind had been so deep in thought about Ian he had forgotten that the guy was even there. “I’m fine. He isn’t bleeding any longer.”
    “I’ve never seen anything like that.” Freedman shook his head. “It was the most bizarre thing to walk into.”
    “And had you tried to interfere with any of them, with me, we would have attacked you.” It was an honest statement.
    Freedman gave him a hard stare, telling Mason without words that they could have tried. Mason respected the man’s hard-as-steel balls. He wouldn’t have been able to fight off five changelings in their beast forms, but hell if the gleam in Freedman’s eyes didn’t give Mason pause.
    “I’ll see what I can do about finding some sedatives for Ian. I think the first couple of days are going to be the hardest on him.”
    They both glanced down at Ian who was lying there panting, his eyes shut tight, his teeth locked together in a way that told Mason Ian was fighting what was happening to him.
    At least Ian was trying to fight it.
    That was a start.
    “Thanks,” Mason said as Freedman walked toward the bedroom door.
    “Don’t thank me yet. I may not find anything to help him through this. He may escape as well.”
    Like hell . Mason wasn’t going to let the man out of his sight again. His jaguar was snarling at the idea of Ian going back to those vampires, any vampire.
    When they were alone, Mason made Ian a little more comfortable on the bed, rearranging him so he wasn’t hanging half off of the mattress.
    “I’ll take the bindings off of you when you’ve calmed down.”
    Ian turned his head away from Mason. Grabbing the chair, Mason took a seat.
    Mason could sense that Ian was becoming calmer, his fight draining out of him. He leaned forward, grabbing Ian’s wrists to untie him.
    The human pulled away.
    Mason’s fingers lingered close, wondering why Ian didn’t want to be untied. He slowly leaned back. “Do the ties hurt?”
    Mason was beginning to think Ian wouldn’t answer him. Then a small, “No,” came from the man.
    Mason had told Dorian earlier that he was beginning to understand Ian. But truthfully, he hadn’t a damn clue what Ian was going through. The man had whip marks from the nape of his neck to his ankles, and every inch in between. Dorian had said Ian liked to get beat up. None of it made any sense to him at all.
    His mind