[Siren Everlasting Polyromance ManLove: Erotic Alternative Futuristic Sci-Fi Multiple Partner Romance, M/M/M/M, light spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Escaping from a general intent on forcing him into a life he doesn’t want, Cas crash lands on a planet that was supposed to be inhospitable and desolate. It was anything but. Captured and mated before he even understood that the barren planet teamed with life, Cas finds himself living in a compound filled with warriors and families and three brothers who state that he belongs to them. Made a pet, Cas learns what it means to be loved by three warriors blessed by the goddess.
When trouble arrives, Cas has to decide if he will make the ultimate sacrifice in order to save the way of life for his mates, or will he allow the general to take everything from him, maybe even his life?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Stormy Glenn is a Siren-exclusive author.
Cas jerked awake suddenly, sitting straight up. Something had disturbed him enough to wake him up. He quickly and quietly scanned his immediate surroundings, his eyes darting around as he looked for danger. Cas wasn’t really familiar with what kind of life forms inhabited this planet, but he knew some sort of predator was out in the darkness watching him.
He could feel hungry eyes roaming over him, studying him, waiting.
Cas made sure that he had his knife close at hand then reached out and added another handful of twigs to the dwindling fire. Hopefully, whatever animal was out there would be scared off by the growing flames.
The snap of a twig off to one side of him had Cas swinging around, the knife held high in the air. His heart started beating a little faster in his chest, his palms sweating as fear climbed up his spine and wrapped around him like a blanket.
Cas swung back around when he heard another twig snap, this time from the other side of the small clearing. He peered into the darkness, trying to see what was there, but all he saw were shadows.
“Who’s there?” Cas’s voice was barely above a whisper, fear and apprehension stripping away the rough tone he had hoped to use. He wasn’t a small man but he wasn’t huge either. If he could intimidate whatever was out there, maybe he could scare it off.
The sound came from his left again as if whatever was taunting him moved quickly from spot to spot, circling Cas, studying him. Or maybe there was more than one. But more than one what, he didn’t know.
Cas swung back around when the sound came from behind him. He was going to start to get dizzy here pretty soon if he kept swinging around in circles. And he probably would because there was definitely something moving through the trees.
“Go away!” he shouted, hoping whatever was out there would be scared off if he yelled loud enough. Cas did not expect the thunderous roar that he heard or the blur of cinnamon-colored fur as something bigger than life rushed out of the darkness right at him.
Cas glanced down at the knife in his hand then up at the massive beast running toward him. He glanced at the small, pitiful knife again…
And ran for his life.
He barely had time to take more than a few steps before he was hit from behind and taken to the ground with a painful thud. Whatever had him shook him until his fingers went numb and he dropped his knife.
Cas screamed as he tried to fight, tried to hit out with his fists, but his arms were quickly pinned over his head. He tried to kick out with his legs, but they were pinned just as quickly as his arms had been. He struggled as he was rolled over, a heavy weight blanketing him from behind.
Every movement ceased when he heard a low rumbling growl in his ear. The sound was so close that he could feel hot breath blowing out over the side of his face. Cas gulped, just knowing he was about to die.
He had gone from one hell right into another one.
Cas closed his eyes, not wanting to see his death coming. A long, sandpaper-like tongue licking up the side of his face was not what he expected—unless he was about to be eaten. Gods, was that a tongue?
Was he being tasted?
Cas refused to open his eyes, not even when he felt something soft and furry rub against his cheek. The fur was buttery soft in some places and coarse in others. Under normal circumstances, Cas wouldn’t have minded rubbing the softness all over his body.
These were not normal circumstances.
Cas started to open his eyes to see what was pinning him to the ground until he heard another low growl. It was a primal sound, one that made Cas shiver with fear and dread and something he really didn’t want to examine at the moment—because there was no way in hell he was getting turned on by something growling in his ear.
He snapped his eyes closed again.
Cas felt something sharp move against his skin. It was so close that he could feel the impression of it against his flesh, but it didn’t cut into his skin. It cut into the regulation gray bodysuit he wore.
When Cas started to struggle, he heard the low growl again. Cas swallowed hard, not having a fucking clue what was going on but slowly coming to the conclusion that whatever had him was some sort of humanoid. And that meant maybe it could be reasoned with.
“Uh, my name is Cas,” he said as he opened his eyes and turned his head just enough to see movement behind him. Cas pressed his lips together when the growl grew louder. Apparently, talking was not a good thing.
Cas tried not to cry out as his bodysuit was shredded strip by strip, and pulled from his body. He tried not to struggle when hands as big as boulders moved over his flesh. The touches were gentle, as if whoever had him was curious and didn’t want to hurt him, but they still freaked him the hell out.
Cas even tried not to struggle when he was flipped over onto his back and stretched out onto the ground, the large form of whatever had him moving over the top of his body until he was covered from head to toe in soft fur.
He waited several minutes for it to move or bite him or do something, but when nothing happened, he slowly opened his eyes. Cas eyelashes fluttered wildly as he tried to make sense of the fact that he was staring up at what could only be considered some sort of cat man. The guy had a light layer of cinnamon-colored fur over his face—hell, his entire body—a slightly protruding nose, pointed ears, and teeth.
Really big, sharp-looking teeth.
When something long and wet pressed between his ass cheeks again, Cas tried to scramble away on his hands and knees. He was simply grabbed around his hips and dragged right back. Cas tried to roll over, but all that happened was that he received a hard smack on his ass for his effort.
“Hey!” Cas snapped again. He was starting to get the feeling that he was going to be objecting to a lot of stuff in the near future. When he tried to crawl away again, he received another smack on his ass, this one a little harder. “Would you knock that off?”
Cas’s eyes narrowed when he heard a low chuffing rumble. The beast was laughing at him. He just knew it. However, encouraged by the fact that he hadn’t been eaten yet, Cas tried to roll back over.
“Okay!” he growled as he slapped the ground with his hand. He wanted to smack the creature that kept smacking his ass, but he was pretty sure that would just get him more of what he was already protesting. “You have got to stop doing that.”
Hands that were soft and hard at the same time moved over his skin. Cas couldn’t help but wonder just how many hands the beast had because it felt like he was being touched everywhere at the same time.
There were gentle touches to his back, his hip, the curve of his ass. He felt light, sensual caresses to his throat and down his chest to his stomach and abdomen, caresses that made him feel like rolling onto his back and begging for more.
His entire body was flipped this way and that, moved around wherever the beast wanted him to be. Large, muscular hands moved over him, touching, caressing, squeezing…there was even some sniffing and licking.
Cas almost came unglued when a line was licked from his balls to the top of his ass. The beast pressed his hands against Cas’s hips, holding him down to the ground as he continued to lick every bit of smooth skin he could reach.
“Seriously, dude, you need to—oh great gods and goddesses!” Cas felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, his skin shivering with goose bumps as something decidedly thick pushed into his ass. “That really isn’t supposed to go there.”
Cas clawed at the ground as something bigger than anything he had ever experienced before was pushed into his ass then pulled out. It felt like a tree branch, only not as hard. Whatever it was, the beast seemed to like what he was doing.
The purring grew louder.
When something even thicker started to push into his ass, Cas had had enough. The guy hadn’t even bought him dinner. “Okay, that’s enough!” he shouted as he scrambled to get away once again, digging his fingers into the dirt for leverage. “Stop!”
Cas blinked in surprise when all movement stopped. He wasn’t even sure that the beast was breathing. He glanced over his shoulder and instantly felt his jaw drop when he realized that the tree branch in his ass were the beast’s fingers.
“Friggin’ hell,” he whispered.
The beast arched a thick dark eyebrow and smacked Cas on the ass.
“Hey, what’d you do that for?”
Cas’s eyes rounded when the beast lightly tapped him on the mouth. He stared for a moment, and then cocked is head to one side. “Can you understand me?”
The beast nodded.
“Oh, thank the gods and goddesses.” Cas moved, trying to pull off the fingers embedded in his ass. “Hey, look, could you—oh!”
There went the fingers again, in and out, in and out. Cas’s eyes were starting to cross again. He didn’t know if it came from the fact that the beast could actually understand him or the fact that he was being fucked by something bigger than any toy he had ever used before.
Cas could feel himself getting more aroused with each passing second, his cock hardening, throbbing. He wasn’t quite sure what to do about that, or even if he should do anything about it.
The beast seemed to have other ideas, though.
Cas yelped when he once again found himself flipped around. Only this time, instead of yanking him back, the beast wound his hand in the long braid of snow-white hair that fell down the center of Cas’s back. The other hand gripped Cas’s hip—his entire hip from ass crease to groin.
When Cas was pulled back this time, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that whatever was pushing into his ass was not a finger, no matter how damn big it felt.
He had graduated to a freaking tree trunk.
“Whoa, okay, um…let’s…yeah, let’s just…um…sl–slow down.” Cas’s words stuttered through his throat.
He drew in a deep breath, trying to gain control. Earthy, male, testosterone filled his senses. Cas’s mouth watered at the intoxicating scent. Strangely enough, he felt like he inhaled a lungful of pure masculine pheromones. He shook his head, nostrils flaring at the feeling of the beast pressed so close to him.
It was the only way to explain the undeniable urge he felt to press back against whatever was pushing into his ass. He was probably making a huge mistake having sex with the beast, but Cas couldn’t muster up the emotions to care right now—or the brain cells. His libido was in control, telling his mind to shut the hell up and enjoy this.