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Dmitri's Little Spitfire (MM)

Hunter Clan 3

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Heat Rating: SCORCHING
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[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, shape-shifters, HEA]

Elijah Collins is ashamed. Used to hurt his friends by Potestas, he now finds it hard to even look someone in the face. Especially Dmitri, his mate. When a truth about Elijah is discovered, Potestas also find out. Now that they know his true worth, he becomes an even bigger target than before.

Dmitri Kalas has always prided himself on being calm and in control. It is his job to help protect his Clan, and most importantly his mate. But when he finds out that the people responsible for hurting his Kayan’s mate have also been abusing his mate, he becomes incensed.

Will Dmitri be able to convince his mate that he is worth love and forgiveness? Or will Elijah allow his guilt to consume him and turn himself over to the enemy in order to keep his friends safe?

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A Must Read....I love shifters, but the way the Dragon was blended into this story-line just Calls for More....

- Fluffy

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4 HEARTS: "One thing I appreciate about the Hunter Clan series is that the Prologue gives a background of the Potestas and the paranormals. So while you benefit from reading them in order because of the characters, you can read them as standalone with enough background information. Of the three books in the Hunter Clan series (so far), I think this one is my favorite. While I liked the character of Riley very much, Elijah is more complex, more difficult. Elijah was used by Potestas to hurt the only friends he really had, Riley and Sawyer. Now that the truth is becoming clearer, they are willing to forgive him but he’s having a hard time forgiving himself. Add in that he has a Clan mate in Dmitri and it’s just hard for him to adjust. There is much more going on than it first appeared. Blake, the brother of Riley and Sawyer, is again controlling the minds of people. Potestas has him in their grip. It’s heartbreaking for all of them. There is a war brewing, you can just fell it. Potestas seems to be getting bolder and crueler. The good thing is that Elijah does know things he can share with the Kayan (such as that Potestas has them under survellience). Poor Dmitri is having a hard time getting Elijah to believe anything good can happen. With everything that’s happened, you can see why. Oh but once Elijah comes into his own – awesome! Well, after he passes out and “didn’t have to worry about losing points in his man card…he no longer had one.” I liked that. His search for the right endearment also was, well, endearing! Eli by the end is fabulous and more than worthy to be part of the clan and with his mate. Now we just need to find out about Rhys and Jayden…" -- Lucy, Hearts On Fire Reviews

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Stepping into the shower, Elijah soaked up the heat coming from the spray pelting down on his bruised and battered body. It felt good. He stood under the spray for a long time. Just the chance to feel clean was like heaven. Ever since he had screwed up Potestas’ plan to take out Sawyer and Riley a year ago, he had pretty much been in confinement. Only a bucket to bathe with, and the smallest tray of food that was sometimes too disgusting to swallow. At least it had been better than being controlled, and he hadn’t permanently hurt his friends. That last thought alone made the hell of the last year worth it.

Elijah didn’t have a clue why the people keeping him had decided to pull him out of his cell all of a sudden, but when they had Blake had told him that he would be getting out of there soon and to just hold on. He had no idea the Mage had meant within a matter of days.

Forcing himself to turn off the water, Elijah exited the shower, reaching for one of the soft towels that hung on the bar and wrapped it around his too-lean hips. He had always been quite thin, only weighing around a hundred and ten pounds at five foot four inches. But now, he just looked plain skinny. Staring into the mirror above the sink, he shivered at his appearance.

His copper hair was only now starting to get its usual shine back after three days of continuous washing. The long locks were in desperate need of a trimming. Thankfully he could already notice the difference from when he first arrived. Elijah had been frightened of his reflection that first night Dmitri had helped him shower. His skin had been shallow and a little grey looking, and his iridescent eyes that normally stood out because, well they were freaky iridescent eyes that nobody had, had appeared flat and lifeless.

He groaned at the memory of Dmitri holding him in the shower as he soaped up his skin, the feel of the Wolf’s hands on him had been wonderful, and yet a curse. Both of them had been naked and wet, their bodies sliding against one another, and Elijah had been too out of it to appreciate it.

He did now though as his cock jerked at the memory, even if he was unwilling to get close to the wolf.

Elijah felt dirty and used. What would an amazing man like that want with someone like him? He was also keeping a secret of epic proportions, one he was afraid to reveal. What would the others think if they found out he wasn’t what they thought he was? Would Dmitri still want him if he knew just how defective he really was? Unlikely.

After the first time Blake had controlled him, he had snuck to see Elijah when the guards were busy. Blake had told him that he wasn’t human— a shock, but given his freaky eyes, not that unexpected— and that Potestas could never know. Well that was easy, because he didn’t even fucking know. When he had asked Blake what he was, the Mage had refused to tell him saying that he couldn’t take the risk that Potestas would find out they had control of something like him.

Something like him.

Those words had echoed around his mind ever since. The familiar frustrations that formed in the pit of his stomach reared its ugly head. Elijah wanted to know what he was, had resented the other man for not telling him. And he hated that he was keeping it from the very people who had saved him, but he had no way of knowing what their reaction might be. Elijah still wasn’t sure if Blake’s horror was strictly for the reason that Potestas had him, or if some of it had to do with what he was.

Fuck, he had a lot of baggage. Why would Dmitri even want a mate like him? Surely he could do better.

Squinting at his reflection, Elijah cursed up a storm. “I’m just fucking weak is what I am. A waste of space.” Elijah’s laugh was bitter. “I sure as hell don’t deserve a mate.”

The anger that simmered within him made itself known. It was like a living, breathing thing underneath his skin that was restless, desperately trying to claw to the surface. It had never been this bad before, though.

Elijah’s breath came in quick bursts and he watched in horror as the iridescent colouring of the iris suddenly bled out into the whites, dominating the orb. What the fuck! The small, round pupils slowly morphed into thin vertical slits and his vision went into hyperdrive. So many colours, so many angles. Gasping and rearing back in shock, Elijah didn’t have enough time to steady himself as he tripped over his own feet. Crashing backward and into edge of the bath, Elijah’s vision swam, a mixture of tiny little black dots and tears. Frightened and panicked, he tried to get back quickly, pressing his hand against the wound that had begun bleeding. Only as he pushed up his balance was off, which resulted in him slipping on the bath mat, sending him flying back again.

Oh, shit!

Elijah didn’t even feel the second hit to his head as he fell, blacking out on impact.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Swimming to the surface of consciousness, Elijah cringed at the throbbing in his skull, making things worse. A whimper slipped past his lips as the throbbing turned into pinpricks along the back of his head. That couldn’t be good.

“Shhh, now. It’s okay, I’ve got you,” a deep voice whispered.

Dmitri.

Elijah groaned. Dmitri must have found him. Oh, shit. That was not a way to impress. Not that he wanted to impress. He groaned again. He really needed to stop thinking before something slipped out.

“God, I want you.”

Ah, fuck. Something like that.

The warmth breath from Dmitri’s chuckle caressed the side of his face. “Well, the feeling is mutual, little one.”

Elijah frowned. He hated it when people pointed out how small he was.

“Don’t call me little one. I may be on the small side, but not where it counts,” he snarked, his eyes shooting open when he realised what had slipped out.

Where the hell was his bloody filter, for christ sakes!

On the upside Dmitri didn’t seem to be upset with his remark. The Wolf’s eyes were hooded, and a look of lust burned in them. Dmitri looked like he would be more than happy to find out. Uh-oh.

“No, you’re more of a little spitfire underneath, aren’t you?” Dmitri asked, cocking his head to the side in a very wolf-like move.

He had no idea what to say to that.

Trying to sit up, he failed, noting that the lower half of his body was wedged between the mattress and Dmitri’s large frame.

“Um, can I sit up?” he asked nervously.

A smile tugged at the edges of the Wolf’s lips, but he acquiesced, lifting his body off of Elijah’s. Elijah took a deep breath and pushed himself up into a sitting position only to fall back when his head began to spin.

“Whoa.”

“Hey, you okay, honey?”

Elijah tried to hide how much he liked hearing the endearment. “Head hurts.”

“Mhmm, want to tell me how that happened?” Dmitri inquired, looking his injury over.

No, he really didn’t, but thanks for asking.

“Argh. It was stupid. I fell back and hit my head on the tub and then did it again when I tried to get back up,” he mumbled. “Nothing untoward, just clumsy.”

Remembering why he fell back, Elijah barely repressed a shudder, but something must have given him away because he felt Dmitri stiffen, his eyes narrowing.

“Want to tell me why you’re scared. I smelt fear before, and now.”

“Falling backward like that can scare a person, ya know,” he retorted. Elijah wanted Dmitri to stop asking questions because he had a very strong feeling that he wouldn’t be able to lie to the man.

“Maybe, but not that much, and it certainly doesn’t leave them almost terrified afterwards,” Dmitri said, arching an eyebrow. “Unless you’re telling me you now suffer from an acute fear of the bathroom. Perhaps I should ask Riley if there is a phobia for that.”

“Oh, hell. If anyone knows it would be him,” Elijah snorted. His friend was certifiable and ridiculously smart at the same time. It made for a scary combination.

“He is one of a kind.” Dmitri’s fond grin didn’t please him.

“Yeah, well, he’s taken,” he muttered.

The wolf’s grin turned more... well, wolfish as he eyed Elijah up and down. “Oh, I know. Besides I prefer a different type of fire.”

Huh?

His confusion must have showed on his face as Dmitri brought a hand up and ran his fingers through Elijah’s copper strands.

Then the light bulb flicked on. “You like my hair?”

“Mhmm. Goes nicely with the little spitfire I see in your eyes.”

Yeah riiight.

“My eyes just make me look like the freak I am,” he said, frowning at the wolf. He didn’t need Dmitri lying to him.

Dmitri narrowed his eyes on him for a moment and Elijah thought he had pissed the man off. Opening his mouth to apologise, Elijah froze as the larger man lowered his head, and he couldn’t make himself protest as their lips met. The hand in his hair tightened, making Elijah gasp and allowing Dmitri to plunge his tongue into the deep cavern of his mouth. Elijah moan at the sensation, feeling like his mate was consuming him.

His mate.

Oh crap, his mate.

Why was it that he could suddenly identify this man as his mate?

Elijah lost all thought when Dmitri’s other hand trailed lower and cupped his heavy erection underneath the thin sheet.

Oh, who the fuck cares!

He found himself arching into the caress and opening up more for his mate. Dmitri growled in what Elijah assumed was approval, pressing their bodies together. Elijah wrapped his arms around Dmitri’s neck, spreading his legs as his mate ripped away the sheet covering him. The cool air on his cock was like a balm on his overheated flesh.

Elijah cried out and bucked his hips when Dmitri grasped him in his firm hand, the tip of his thumb dipping into the tiny slit at the top. His mate kept up the slow and steady pumps of his fist, driving Elijah higher and higher. “Ah. Fuck, yeah.”

Dmitri chuckled. “Such a mouth from someone who looks so sweet.”

“Fuck sweet. Oh, yeah. That feels goood,” he moaned.

Lips crushed to his again as the intensity heightened. Elijah dug his nails in Dmitri’s skin as he thrust his hips, desperate for more. He could feel his balls draw up close and he squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to hold on for as long as possible. He knew he didn’t stand a chance when Dmitri tore his mouth from Elijah’s and dipped his head, taking one of his pink, beaded discs between his teeth and biting hard.

“Come for me, mate,” his mate growled.

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