Dawn, Dakota - The Desperate Fay King [Kidnapped by a Fay] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More ManLove) (5 page)

What was up with all the guards? Were they just for show? Chase watched as Reed rushed off. His eyes strayed to Reed’s tight ass, and he wondered if he would be able to get any of that before he had to leave. Chase took a bite of food and noticed that he was being watched by almost everyone in the room. A creepy feeling that something wasn’t quite right slithered across his skin. Where were the other guests? All these pointed-eared people worked here, right? Or, were they the guests and they were looking at him because he hadn’t had makeup point his ears? He guessed they didn’t realize this was his first time here and he didn’t know where makeup was. Chase made a mental note to ask Reed about that later.

Deciding not to stay here long, he quickly ate his food and rose to leave. While Byron talked to a curvaceous woman, a thin man with red hair smoothly walked up and whispered, “Watch your back, round ears.”

Before Chase could say a word, the man turned and disappeared into the growing crowd.
What the fuck was that all about?
Fear sliced through Chase’s chest for a good minute. Then he remembered he was at a resort where they played out themes. Looking around, he found that most of the people around him were still looking at him. Some openly stared, while others were trying to hide their interest in him.

Feeling like a bug under a microscope, Chase headed for an exit.

Byron was next to him in an instant. “Where are you going?”

“Out of here. Where is Reed?”

“The king is taking care of business. Where would you like to go?” Byron asked.

Chase thought for a moment. “Is there a game room here or a movie theater?”

Byron grinned and nodded. “You wish to play a warrior’s game?”

With a shrug, Chase answered, “Sure. Why not?”

Byron led him outside to what looked like a shooting range. Targets were placed at different yardages. Chase hoped it was archery. He loved shooting his bow.

Byron waved him over to a building that was almost hidden by vines. Chase’s eyes widened when he walked into the room. It was an archer’s heaven. Chase walked over to a row of bows that hung on the wall. It took a lot of effort for him not to drool. He had never seen such unique bows. Not at any of the weapons conventions he’d gone to. Not even in his special ops days.
They must be special made by one bad-ass weapons designer.
“Can I try one of them?”

“I was hoping you’d say that. Pick any one you like and we’ll go out and shoot a few shots.” Byron stood back and watched Chase with curious eyes.

Chase ran his hand over several until he found the one that called to him. As he picked it up, Byron said, “That’s a fine choice. The king likes that one as well. I’ll get you some arrows, and we’ll go out and see what you’re made of.”

The hand grip was perfect. Excitement bubbled up in his chest. For the first time since he’d been brought here, Chase felt free to be himself. Without Reed around, he didn’t need to play the submissive, and it felt great. It was getting harder for him to play that role. He followed Byron outside and happily took an arrow. “This has got to be the lightest bow I’ve ever held.”

Chase went to the line of the twenty-yard target and placed the arrow. He pulled back the bowstring, aimed, and let the arrow fly. Almost a bull’s-eye. Byron whooped then handed him another arrow. This time he hit the bull’s-eye.

Within a few minutes, Chase talked Byron into getting a bow and shooting with him. It was the most fun he’d had in a long time. Byron was almost as good a shot as Chase was.

Looking over at Byron, Chase said, “I bet you’ve won a few archery competitions, haven’t you?”

Byron’s bushy brows rose comically and a blush touched his cheeks. “Yes I have, my king’s mate. But if you’d been there I believe I would have come in second place.”

Chase shrugged and grinned. “There’s no telling. Maybe one day we’ll meet at a competition.” Chase thought it would be nice to meet up with Byron and shoot a few arrows sometime. He should get Byron’s number before he left.

When Byron stiffened then turned and bowed, Chase looked over his shoulder and saw Reed standing not too far away. Tate and Simon were standing to his right and left.

Reed strode over. “Did you have fun shooting?”

Remembering to play along, Chase responded, “Yes, my king.”

“Good, shoot a few arrows for me.”

Staying in the role he was playing, Chase shot to the left and right of the center several times. Submissives weren’t supposed to be good with weapons, were they? If he’d known he was going to play this role, he would have looked it up before he came here.

Byron looked shocked then said, “He must be getting tired, my king. He was shooting with excellent skill a moment ago.”

Reed exhaled a long breath. “Byron, would you see to his bow and have it brought to our chambers?”

Byron took Chase’s bow then bowed to Reed. “Yes, my king.”

Reed turned to Chase. “I’ll take you back to our rooms and let you investigate them while I’m working. I’d feel better if you were there.”

Chase nodded like a good servant and followed. Truth to tell, he could use a nap. His body was still a little sore from his wild sex adventures and the exercise. Plus, it was mentally exhausting to play Reed’s submissive.

Paying close attention to the direction they were heading and his surroundings, Chase started getting a feel for where things were. Once they were back in their rooms, Reed informed him that he’d be working late and that food would be brought to his private dining room at seven that night. He’d also been informed that his closet was now full of clothes for him.

As Reed walked out of the room, Chase had that same creepy feeling that something wasn’t right. He needed to call Craig. Something wasn’t right about this resort. After searching the room for a phone and not finding one, Chase decided to see the clothes Reed was talking about. He gasped when he stepped into the room. It was huge and full of clothes. The colors were spectacular. Some were solid while others had unique patterns. They all seemed fitted, like Reed’s. Chase couldn’t figure out why Reed thought he needed so many clothes. Surely he wasn’t staying here for a month. His prick of a boss would be furious.

Chase looked through the closet for a good fifteen minutes before weariness drug him down. Quickly he slid into a T-shirt and some sleep pants he’d found in a drawer. A sigh of pleasure pushed past his lips. These were by far the softest clothes he’d ever put on. They must cost a fortune. Too bad he couldn’t take them home. Chase walked out of the closet and decided to give in to the bed that had been calling him. Looking around for a clock, Chase was disappointed not to see one.
It must be about six o’clock
. That would give him enough time for a quick nap. If he overslept, they surely would hold his supper for him. He crawled on the bed and within minutes was fast asleep.

Chapter Five

Chase woke to a rag being shoved into his mouth.

If this was Reed’s idea of fun, he was about to get his ass kicked by the no-longer-submissive Chase. Through the darkness, Chase made out four bodies. He struggled against the two men tying his hands behind his back. Chase was pretty sure none of the men were Reed, Tate, or Simon. If those wannabe fairies thought they could share him with everybody at this resort, they were in for a big surprise. Chase Andrew Dolan was not an easy lay.

One man knelt in front of him. “We refuse to breed with weak little humans. Our group will show the planet how easy it is to take you out.”

Chase had had enough. He lunged forward and head-butted the fake fairy. Enough was enough. Attracted to Reed or not, he was leaving. The man in front of him howled then pulled a knife and held it to his throat.
Maybe I’ll leave in a minute.

The two men holding his arms slid from the bed and pulled Chase off with them. Chase lifted his legs and kicked out sideways. Both men grunted and one went down. Chase shrugged free and ran for the open door. The air whooshed from his lungs when one of the assholes jumped him and slammed him to the floor. Pain shot through his nose. If not for the thick carpet, he would have been knocked out. Chase could feel blood trickling from his nose, and then the coppery taste invaded his mouth.
These motherfuckers are going to pay.

Within seconds, his broken nose started to swell. With the blood-soaked rag in his mouth cutting off his oxygen, Chase’s world started to dim.

“Turn the feisty little fucker over,” a gruff voice said.

Chase groaned and choked as he was turned over.

“Oh shit. He’s suffocating.”

“Doc, realign his nose,” the gruff voice ordered.

A strong hand suddenly pulled and twisted Chase’s nose. He gagged, and his body jerked as pain engulfed him. It felt as if they’d shoved a red hot poker up his nose. Tears were running down his cheeks, and blood was still dripping from his nose.
Surely, this isn’t part of the resort’s program.
Fear rooted itself in Chase’s heart. If he was in the hands of madmen, his chances for survival were slim. Given the chance, he’d take out as many of them as he could. Chase mentally calmed himself down. His nose was too damaged to allow for fast breathing. Rage was crawling under his skin.

He was lifted and kicked when he refused to walk. The pain that shot through his thigh fed the rage inside him.

The man to his left whined, “He won’t walk.”

“Then carry him,” growled the man behind him.

Chase held back a moan when his arms were wrenched upward until his feet were a foot off the floor.
Tall-ass fuckers.
His head fell forward, and in a daze he watched his blood drip onto the carpet.

One man scouted ahead while the leader followed, giving orders. “Hurry up, you fools.”

They turned down so many halls Chase’s aching head couldn’t keep up. Long after his arms had gone numb, they left the building and Chase was shoved into the back of some sort of delivery vehicle. He had counted two rows of seats. Once they were all in, the driver took off. Chase rolled to his side and chewed on the blood-soaked rag until he could spit the nasty thing out. With it gone, he was able to gulp in deep breaths of air. His face hurt like hell.

Where was Reed? Had they killed him? Agony ripped his heart apart. His hands itched to kill them all. Chase’s military training stealthily took over. The hairs on his neck stood up. He lay very still and evened his breathing. He’d learned to trust his instincts a long time ago. Sure enough, a split second later Chase heard the seat in front of him creak as the man in it shifted.

“Looks like he spit out his rag, boss.”

The gruff voice asked, “Why isn’t he talking?”

“I think he passed out. That just shows how weak the humans are. When we take over, we will go capture fairies from another planet to repopulate our planet. They are our future, not these weak humans.”

The disgust in the man’s voice fed Chase’s rage.

“Good. When we get to the camp, we’ll find out if he knows any secrets about the king, and then we’ll kill him. After that we will kill the king and take over.” The leader’s voice was devoid of emotion. The other men snickered, and one of the men in the front turned on some music.

The sound of their voices raked across Chase’s raw nerves. With a plan quickly forming in his mind, Chase quietly slid his bound hands over his hips and thanked his lucky stars for his long arms. Tucking his knees in close to his chest he watched the men in front of him as he pulled one foot at a time through his hands. His slender hips and flexibility may have just saved his and Reed’s lives. He hoped so, anyway. Blood raced through his arms, making them tingle and hurt like hell. He slowed his breathing and forced himself to wait until his arms felt close to normal. Each minute that passed took him farther from Reed. His balls rolled and his heart hurt at the thought of Reed. These animals planned on killing Reed. First they planned on killing him. Chase welcomed the rage that clawed at his chest.

The four men started talking about women. Chase was glad. If they were absorbed in a discussion, they wouldn’t be paying attention to him. He grimaced in pain as he moved his hands to his mouth and started working the knots with his teeth. His eyes darted around the van. There was a blanket right behind the seat and a tool box was a foot away from him. The men grew quiet, and he feared they’d check on him.

Relief swept through him when one of the men started yawning and the others did the same. Chase continued to work on the knots. Just a little more and he’d be free. His heart started thudding heavily when one of the men reached over the seat. Chase stayed perfectly still. The guy didn’t look at him. All he did was retrieve the blanket.
That’s it, dumbass, underestimate me. This little, weak human could never be strong enough or smart enough to kill a fake wannabe fairy like you.
Chase decided he wasn’t cut out for resort living.

Chase patiently waited for the man to fall asleep. He guessed ten minutes passed before his straining ears heard snores coming from the man. The other man in the back seat was nodding off as well. Music pulsed through the small space. Most likely the driver was trying to stay awake.

Chase ignored his throbbing head as he slowly reached out and opened the toolbox. Most of the items he didn’t recognize. One caught his attention. It was very similar to a screwdriver. Reaching in, he eased the tool out of the box.