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Mine Forever (MM)

Brac Pack Next Gen 5

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Heat Rating: SCORCHING
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[Siren Publishing: The Lynn Hagen ManLove Collection: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA] 

Omar has known who his mate is since he was young. The problem is, Kahl has yet to claim him. Taking matters into his own hands, Omar gets a job at Silk Room, hoping to get a reaction out of Kahl. What he gets is one pissed-off dragon.

Kahl has fought against claiming Omar since he found out that he could impregnate the man. Omar declared at a young age that he didn’t want to have children, and all hopes of starting a family with his human mate died that day. That is, until Kahl decides he’s had enough and claims the man he’s loved since childhood. 

Unfortunately, the past has a way of catching up and an old enemy returns, intent on finishing what she started. Kahl must turn to family in order to keep Omar safe as the two try to stay one step ahead of the evil hounding them.

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.

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This is the first of the Brac Pack Next Gen series I've read, having only picked it up now because I really enjoyed Steele and Diablo's story and wanted to see how their son finds his happiness with h...

- A.M. Halford

Wonderful addition to this new generation of the Brac Universe. Omar and his dragon mate Kahl's story was a satisfying experience and I so look forward to more of this series. Good job, Lynn.

- Laura Striplin

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Excerpt

 

STORY EXCERPT

 

They stepped inside to the sounds of Lady Gaga. Omar gazed at the stage to see a man dressed in a cop’s uniform. The stripper began to twirl around, tossing pieces of his uniform onto the stage.

Omar’s jaw dropped. Good lord, the man was oiled down and built like a brick house. He moved as if fucking right there on the stage. As a gay man, Omar would love to know what gay sex was like. He was definitely getting some pointers from Mr. Oily Cop.

The guy continued to remove his clothing until he danced wearing nothing but a pair of silky white underwear. His ass was so round that Omar had an urge to pinch it. The men and women around the stage were going wild, tossing their money at the stripper as the cop dropped to the stage and began to erotically hump the floor.

He could see now that he would go home every night with a raging hard-on. Shit. Maybe he shouldn’t work here. He’d have to jack off every night just to relieve the pressure.

Not that he didn’t do that anyway.

“Close your mouth, sweetie.” Paden tapped Omar under his slack jaw. “Follow me.”

He scanned the crowd and saw a combination of humans and shifters. There were even a few demons there. They weren’t in their preternatural forms, but Omar knew what they were nonetheless.

A grin blossomed. He was going to have so much fun working here. The crowed was lively, the music on point, and there was so much gayness in the air that Omar felt faint.

Once he filled out the required employment paperwork, Omar made his way to the bar and ordered a fruity drink. He turned, took a seat on the stool, and watched the strippers perform.

It was truly sad that this night was turning out to be the best time he’d had since childhood.

When the cop was done, the music grew louder. Twinks swung their hips in elevated cages while others below got their party on as Silk Room turned into a feverish dance club.

Omar. Was. In. Heaven.

Why hadn’t he gone to a strip club before tonight? He’d been missing out on a lot. He might not be allowed to touch, but gazing at every hot piece of ass that walked by kept a wide grin on his face.

He finished his drink and started on his next, glancing around for the fairy.

He had no clue where Paden had gone and honestly didn’t care. All Omar wanted to do was dance. The beat of the music pounded its way through him, making Omar get to his feet and work his way onto the floor. He laughed as he swung his hips. It didn’t matter to him that he had to dance with himself. Omar was having the time of his life.

“Need a partner?” a guy around six feet tall asked. Omar saw faint traces of Bengal tiger under the man’s face and knew he was dealing with a dominant shifter.

“No thanks.” He spun and continued to dance. Between songs he staggered to the bar for another drink, sucked the fruity concoction down, and then wiggled his way back to the crowd. Most of the people dancing all around him were good-natured. They smiled at him, danced for a few seconds with him while laughing, and then spun away. Omar didn’t see any harm as long as no one touched him.

And no one did. He had a feeling Paden had spread the word that he was off-limits. That was fine with Omar. He liked dancing without having to keep someone from pawing at him. He just wished Kahl was there, dancing with him. That’ll never happen.

Omar pushed the depressing thought from his mind as he made his way to the bar for another drink.

By closing time, he was three sheets to the wind and didn’t have a care in the world. Life is fucking fantastic, he thought as he swayed through the club.

Staggering out the door with the rest of the crowd, Omar nearly passed out. The cool night air made his head spin as he tried to find where he’d parked his car.

To his surprise, a few hot and sweaty males waved goodbye to him as they found their cars and drove off. He’d made some friends and hadn’t even known it. But how could Omar be happy when Kahl wasn’t there to have fun with him?

Stop going there and enjoy your drunkenness. He chuckled to himself. He was pretty damn wasted. It took three tries for Omar to pull his keys from his front pocket. He swayed back and forth, trying his best to walk a straight line to his car.

He blinked at the keys and then squinted at his car. He wasn’t supposed to drive…was he? Omar shook his head. “Nope. Nope. Nope.” He might be drunker than a skunk, but his common sense was intact.

Wiping a hand down his numb face, Omar thought about calling one of the twins to pick him up. That would be the smart thing to do. Too bad he couldn’t remember where he’d put his cell phone.

“What the fuck?” someone said beside him. The partiers ran toward their cars as they kept their gazes skyward.

Omar blinked a few times, swayed slightly, and then glanced up, squinting toward the sky.

His jaw dropped.

A dark green dragon flew through the night sky, the moon silhouetting his enormous body and leathery wings before it dove straight for Omar. Even from a distance Omar saw that its lilac eyes were filled with rage.

Kahl had found him.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Kahl’s grip on Omar’s head tightened as he thrust his hips, his cock pounding into Omar’s mouth. Maybe Omar hadn’t been ready because his eyes watered and he desperately needed air. If he didn’t finish Kahl off, and quickly, he really would be throat-murdered.

He almost laughed at the image of Kahl trying to explain to their families how Omar had died. He batted the stupid image away and created a suction with his lips, pumping his hand as he’d seen on the pornos. Those movies might not be the best resources to draw from, but it was all Omar had to work with.

Sad, but true. Kahl might have said that they should be pros now, but that was far from the truth. Omar had no clue what he was doing. The only way he’d get better at giving head would be to practice, but Omar was too wound up, ready to be claimed.

He’d get more practice later, because this was only round one.

Kahl cursed and gasped as hot jets of cum pulsed down Omar’s throat. He tried his best to drink every last drop, but it became too much for him, and he gagged, coughed, and then spit.

His mate growled as he pulled free and then took Omar down to the bed. The man’s canines were fully extended, and from the feral expression in his lilac eyes, Kahl meant business.

“Wait!” Omar shoved his hands into Kahl’s chest. He felt the taut muscles under the palms of his hands and nearly forgot why he’d stopped his mate. “Lube, we need lube!”

Kahl shook his head as if coming out of some sort of spell before he slid from the bed and riffled through his underwear drawer. Omar’s jaw dropped when Kahl turned, an industrial-size bottle of lube in his hands.

“What do you plan on doing with that, fucking a harem?” Omar’s eyebrows shot skyward when Kahl flicked his hand and a dozen condoms rolled free.

“I kept the condoms in case you weren’t sold on the egg idea,” Kahl confessed. “Not really sure they’d work with me being a shifter, but I was willing to try.”

“And the lube?”

Kahl glanced at the bottle as his brows came down. “Too much?”

“Honey, you can never have too much lube,” Omar said. “Now get over here and fuck me.”

Kahl dropped the mile-long row of condoms onto the floor before he padded back to bed, setting the container on the nightstand.

Omar turned on his side and lifted the bottle. The weight didn’t match the bottle size. “Half of this is gone.”

“I’ve been really horny,” Kahl said. His laugh was short and rough. “For years.”

Omar grinned widely, knowing exactly how Kahl felt. But his smile faded as he glanced from the bottle to his mate. “How do you want to do this?”

His nervousness ratcheted higher. He’d loved Kahl since forever, and this was the only aspect of their relationship they hadn’t explored. His eyes slid over Kahl’s naked form, so muscular, so manly. There was no way Omar would back out, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t both excited and scared.

“Whatever you think will be comfortable for you.” Kahl’s voice had grown soft, and Omar loved that his mate was concerned for his comfort. Kahl hesitated at the side of the bed, waiting for Omar to decide.

Omar thought of the many positions he’d seen and decided hands and knees might be best. He wasn’t sure, but he was about to find out. After rolling over, he wiggled his ass at Kahl.

The shifter hissed as his hands smoothed down Omar’s backside. “Now that’s a sight I wouldn’t mind seeing every damn day of my life.”

“Twice a day until I’ve gotten rid of all this buildup,” Omar said. “Might take me a year or two or ten.”

“Insatiable.”

“Got a problem with that?” Omar asked. When he looked over his shoulder, his body tightened. Kahl stood there staring at the most intimate part of Omar’s body. His stomach jerked at the heat and hunger in those lilac eyes.

“Never.” That single word was spoken possessively as Kahl’s gaze met Omar’s. “I think we’ll both be well versed by the time this night is over.”

In all the years they’d been together, this was the first time Omar felt branded by Kahl. Turning his head back around, Omar blew out a long breath.

This was it. After tonight, there wouldn’t be anything they hadn’t shared.

Kahl moved in behind Omar and lowered his head. Omar’s eyes crossed when the shifter began to rim him. His toes curled, and he clenched his jaw to stop his orgasm from exploding. “Maybe five times a day,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.

When Kahl drove his tongue inside Omar, that was all she wrote. Omar cried out as his climax shook him to his core. His body splintered, and his mind collapsed. He was nothing more than a gooey mess of a man.

“I think we both need to work on stamina,” Kahl said from behind him as he licked a long path over Omar’s pulsing hole.

“You just…we don’t…” Omar gave up trying to talk. His brain was pretty useless right about now. He groaned and curled his fingers into the bedding. “Fuck me, Kahl.”

Kahl settled between Omar’s legs, their thighs touching. He heard the squirt of the lube bottle before his mate’s fingers slipped inside of him. If Omar hadn’t been practicing with a dildo for years, the invasion might have— Omar gasped and rocked his forehead against the pillows as Kahl readied him. His legs slid farther apart as he jutted his ass higher.

“Ready?” Kahl asked as he pulled his fingers free.

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