Box Set #24: The Brac Pack Collection, Volume 1 (All 5 books for $4.99)
In Maverick’s Mate, Maverick Brac has formed a pack of his own, and they all have one thing in common, the preference for men. Cecil Walter was living a life no one would wish on their enemy in an abusive relationship with his partner with no way out. Rescuing Cecil from his abusive boyfriend to finding out who in his pack is trying to take Cecil’s life, Maverick has his work cut out for him.
In Hawk’s Pretty Baby, Hawk Magnar, commander of twelve sentry wolves, never thought he’d discover his mate in a hospital for an anxiety attack. Treated as a simpleton all his life, Johnny Stone has never had anything to call his own—until he meets Hawk.
In Sunshine’s Savior, Dakota Amergan, beta of the Brac Pack, is sent on the hunt four states away by his alpha. As he scours the rough streets for a mystery man, he is approached in a dark alley by Blair, a male prostitute who begs to show him a good time. Blair Weston, first abused by his father then kicked out of his home, survives on the streets by selling his body. But when he offers himself to a fiercely protective werewolf, he finds Dakota isn’t the typical john.
In Remi’s Pup, Drew’s secrets led him to a life of drugs and pain, and the road to recovery will be long. Remi is the jokester of the pack, never taking anything or anyone too seriously—until he meets Drew.
In Stormy Eyes, when Storm Wishfall is sent on an errand for his alpha, he doesn't expect to discover two young Asian men hiding on a boat in fear for their lives. He definitely isn't expecting one of them to be his mate. Kyoshi must come to terms with his new life, but something lurking deep inside Kyoshi is forcing its way out.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.
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Cecil licked his lips, crawling slowly up the apex of Maverick’s legs. Cecil’s tongue trailed up Maverick’s inner thighs with his journey. The tip flicked Maverick’s balls then traced a path, circling under and around, sucking one in at a time. His trail continued to the base of Maverick’s cock, flicking it like a snake’s tongue. Cecil pushed Maverick’s thighs further apart, latching onto the base with a powerful suction, drawing the skin up. Maverick groaned loudly, grabbing his mate’s head. He hadn’t seen Cecil like this before, and he loved it.
Cecil ran his tongue up the large, winding vein and then descended back to the base. His hands splayed on Maverick’s inner thighs, keeping them apart. Cecil’s tongue ran the length a few more times before he attacked the head, diving into the slit and rimming the perimeter around the helmet. Cecil consumed Maverick’s cock before releasing and continuing up to Maverick’s navel. His mate licked around his navel, and his small hands skated up Maverick’s sides, pulling himself up further with the action.
Maverick thought he would lose his mind. Cecil was slowly torturing him. The urge to turn Cecil over and slam into him was strong, but this was his mate’s time, his show.
His mate sucked at his nipples, making them pebble. Cecil nipped at each, slightly biting into them then sucking them in, tonguing the hard tips. His mate kissed his way to the middle of Maverick’s chest and up his neck, licking the hollow in the center of his collar bone. His cock ground into Maverick’s stomach, leaving wet kisses of pre-cum behind. His mate cupped the back of Maverick’s head as he ground into Maverick’s stomach, biting his neck.
Maverick reached into the side drawer, grabbing the bottle of lube and dumping it onto his cock. He threw the bottle and grabbed Cecil’s waist, gently pulling him down until the tip of his dick kissed puckered hole.
HAWK'S PRETTY BABY
Johnny wanted to curl into a tight ball in the man’s arms as he licked his face. Heat crept up his cheeks as the man gave a low growl. That sound was hunky as all get out. “Growl again.” He whispered up to the man.
The man chuckled, pulling Johnny into his arms. Although he was terrified of strangers—his brother always yelled at him that his dumb ass was going to get kidnapped if he talked to them—Johnny didn’t think this man would hurt him.
“I’m Hawk Magnar.” Hawk whispered down to Johnny as he gave another one of those low, throaty growls. Johnny beamed up at the tall man. He wanted to say more, but his tongue kept getting tangled up in his mouth. Stupid tongue.
“Are you feeling better, pretty baby?” Hawk asked him as he sat Johnny on the bench.
Johnny nodded, “Uh-huh. They let me go.” His finger pointed at the hospital. His face was leaning closer and closer to Hawk’s, sniffing at his good smell. He leaned back. His face was feeling real hot.
Johnny scratched at his head, wondering if Hawk really liked him, or kinda liked him, or was he just being nice? Johnny was really liking Hawk, and not in a buddy sort of way. His penis was growing hard just sitting next to the guy. Would Hawk think he was a pervert if he saw the puffiness in his pants?
Johnny pulled his legs up onto the bench, wrapping his arms around them. He peeked at Hawk from the corner of his eye. “How tall are you?”
“Six feet and four long inches. Why? Is that too big for you?”
Johnny felt his ears heat up. He could tell Hawk was teasing him. “That’s pretty big. I’m five feet and four really, really long inches.” He fiddled with the rip in his jeans again.
He didn’t have very good social skills. Talking with Hawk was easy though. He didn’t have to fumble for words like he normally did, spouting out stupid stuff from his mind.
“Pull my hair harder, pretty baby.” Johnny fisted it tighter, yanking. Hawk moaned and wrapped his lips around Johnny crown. Hawk concaved his cheeks and sucked hard, drawing all the pre-come he could out of the little eye. Spittle ran down as he feasted, and he ran his finger through it, getting it good and wet. Hawk ran the wet digit over Johnny’s puckered hole, rimming it. Johnny pushed down on it. Hawk breached it, twisting his finger until he found the beautiful gland. Johnny shouted when Hawk ran his finger over it.
“Do it again, Hawk.”
Hawk stroked it. Johnny pulled his hair harder, and Hawk went wild. He speared another finger into the tight heat, fucking his mate’s ass. Johnny rocked up and down on the pleasure. He sucked harder, spearing a third finger, stretching Johnny’s hole wider.
“I’m coming, Hawk!” Johnny’s seed burst into his mouth, shooting down his throat. Johnny fucked Hawk’s mouth with quick snaps, pumping until it seemed his balls were emptied.
Hawk grabbed the lube from the drawer, squirting a generous amount up and down his cock, lathering the cool gel until his hand slipped. He tossed the bottle aside, wiping his soaked hand on the blanket. Flipping Johnny to his knees, his cock head kissed his mate’s ring of muscles. “You ready for me, Johnny?”
“Yes. Fuck me, Hawk.” Hawk growled and pushed in. His mate’s dirty little mouth turned him on. Hawk stopped once the head gained entrance, waiting for Johnny’s body to adjust. Johnny slammed down, shocking the shit out of Hawk. His mate pulled up and slammed down again. Hawk held still, letting him take his pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my cock. Fuck Daddy’s cock.”
Kota leaned down, running the tips along Blair’s nipples, nipping at them. He broke skin in his play then lapped over the wounds, sealing them closed. Next he nipped and broke skin on both upper arms, licking at the tiny drops of crimson blood that swelled to the surface then sealed them as well. Blair watched in fascination.
“Does it always seal shut when you lick it?”
“Yes, I have healing compounds in my saliva.” Kota bit again then sealed the wound as his hips drove into Blair’s ass.
“Don’t. Let it bleed for a moment, please.”
Kota stared into Blair’s eyes, feeling the erotic wave wash over his mate. Although they weren’t bonded yet, his mate was easy to read at the moment.
Kota could feel how the bloodletting made Blair feel closer to him. Giving a slight nod, Kota bit into his skin right above the nipple, allowing the blood to well up. A tiny amount ran down the side of Blair’s chest. He didn’t seal the wound, and instead he duplicated it on the other side. Kota only allowed two open bites at a time, not wanting harm to come to Blair.
It took a deep bond of trust for one person to allow another this much control over their body. He repeated the biting and eventual sealing all over his mate’s upper torso. Blair’s cock was so hard it pulsed at his lower abdomen.
Kota sealed the last two wounds that had been dripping down his chest, licking the crimson wine.
Leaning back, Kota grabbed Blair’s ankles and pulled his legs apart, he rammed his cock harder into the tight, puckered hole, gaining a shout from his mate. “Is it painful enough?”
“Yes!” Blair hissed out, pushing his hands into the wall above his head.
“Do you accept me as your mate, Blair?” Kota thrust harder, knocking him further up the bed.
“Yes, Dakota. Yes."
Tears brimmed Remi’s eyes as he grabbed his mate, pulling him into his lap. “What’s your name, kid?” He wanted to take his mate’s mind off of his pain. He knew nothing would work right now, but he had to try.
“D–Drew.” Remi grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed and wrapped Drew in it. He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket and called the warrior Storm.
Thirty minutes later, Remi was carrying Drew out, wrapped tight, into the waiting SUV.
Remi carefully climbed into the back, holding on tight to the young man wrapped in a blue and red comforter.
“No, just get me home.” Remi held Drew tight against his chest, feeling tremors rack his young body.
The ride seemed to take triple the amount of time it normally should have to get from the city to their small town. They pulled into the gravel drive, Storm stopping directly in front of the door. Remi crawled out as Storm opened the back door for him then helped him through the front door of the house.
All noise ceased in the den. All eyes on him. He didn’t blame his fellow Sentries. He had disappeared for two weeks, searching for the scent he had discovered clinging to his Commander’s clothes. His Commander, Hawk, had told him that he approached a young male at the mall for information when Hawk’s mate had gone missing. That’s the only stranger he had come in close contact with that day.
Remi had lived in his truck, waiting to spot his mate that Hawk had described to him. Finally, today, he found him. Hawk also told Remi that Drew had asked for money for his helpful information. He suspected drug use, which set Remi on his hunt to find his mate as quickly as possible.
Drew whimpered as Remi took him upstairs, shifting in the blanket.
“Hold on, baby. Almost there.”
“Please, Remi. Do something, I can’t stand it,” Drew pleaded hoarsely.
Remi kissed his neck as he speared two lubed fingers into Drew.
Drew stiffened, squeezing his ass cheeks together.
Remi stilled. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” His brow quirked up as he waited on his mate’s reply.
Drew panted out, “Yeah, a couple of times.”
“I told you lying will get you spanked, pup.” There was no way Drew was a virgin. He’d had had a boyfriend, right?
“I’m not, promise. Just been awhile.” Drew crossed his heart with a devilish smile, a smile that made Remi melt on the spot.
Remi moved slower, twisting his fingers until he found Drew’s prostate, and he grazed it.
“Oh, my god!” Drew shot up, crying out in pleasure. “What did you do? Do it again.”
Remi stroked over it again and again, adding a third finger as he watched Drew buck and moan. Remi growled at the sight of Drew in the throes of passion.
Pulling his fingers free, he flipped Drew onto his hands and knees. Remi rubbed his cock head up and down over Drew’s puckered hole, excitement gripping him at the sight of the little pink muscle. Lubing his cock, he pushed slowly in, stopping when Drew sucked in a breath. Remi rubbed his mate’s back as he pushed in inch by slow inch until he was seated in Drew’s ass. He shuddered at the tight grip around his prick.
Drew took a deep breath then nodded his head, signaling Remi to move.
Remi held Drew’s hips as he rocked back and forth, getting Drew’s body accustomed to his thick length. Once he felt the muscle loosen up, his thrusts became more demanding. He kicked Drew’s knees farther apart, pulling his ass closer, deeper. Remi watched in amazement as Drew’s muscle swallowed his prick over and over again, the skin stretched around his shaft.
Storm crawled behind him and pulled Kyoshi’s right leg up, laying it over his thigh. “Ready?”
Kyoshi shook his head then nodded it.
“Is that a yes or no?” Storm teased.
“Again, push out as I push in.” Storm pushed the head of his cock past the ring of muscles and stopped, waiting for Kyoshi to adjust.
“Can I move?” Storm was dying, but he locked all his muscles in place. He wasn’t moving an inch until Kyoshi was ready. When Kyoshi nodded, Storm pushed further in.
“Gets much better, dragonfly.” Storm pulled back until only the head of his cock remained then pushed back in further than before. He began a slow rocking with his mate.
“I can take more, Storm.”
Storm quickened his pace, still being gentle. He pulled out and turned Kyoshi to his back. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
Kyoshi did and Storm slid back in as he pulled Kyoshi’s hips up his thighs. He pulled his mate up into his arms as he grabbed his hips and impaled Kyoshi up and down on his cock. His canines dropped, and his eyes shifted.
“My wolf.” Kyoshi leaned back, baring his neck for Storm.
“Do you accept me as your mate, Kyoshi?”
“Yes, Storm, always.”
Storm sank his teeth into Kyoshi’s neck as his mate cried out once again, hot seed painting Storm’s stomach. He pumped faster as he drank from his mate, tasting a piece of heaven. He felt the ribbons of their life force unwind separately and entwine together, their hearts synchronizing to bind them.