[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]
Eli Martin has sunk into a severe depression after the death of his brother. He hides his grief behind cheap liquor, and he hardly cares that his alpha is considering banishing him from the pack.
Until he meets Chris Lefroy, the gorgeous man with the multicolored eyes who offers Eli some of his humanity back.
Though Chris feels something for Eli, he is insistent that he is straight, and wants nothing to do with the dangers of being mated to a werewolf, while Eli is suddenly finding himself wanting to become the man he knows he can be, and whom he knows his mate deserves.
Eli is forced to come to terms with the fact that Chris will be in constant danger if he stays, always a target of the wild werewolves. Eli struggles with the idea of whether or not it is responsible of him to convince Chris to stay, lest Chris pay the ultimate price.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
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Kill you. I’m gonna kill the both of you.
Another wolf smacked into him, throwing him off of Lloyd’s struggling body.
Eli still managed to take a long strip of skin away with him, and Lloyd shrieked like a girl.
That only seemed to spur on the friend all the more into avenging his injured companion, and he and Eli rolled, paws and legs kicking, claws trying to dig under the mass of fur that each had to slice skin, teeth biting.
Eventually those dagger-sharp teeth did manage to get around one of his front paws.
Eli yelped and rolled, and somehow he managed to get a lucky shot in on the wolf’s nose.
His attacker immediately shrieked and backed off, melting back into a man and clutching at his face.
Eli saw the damage and nearly puked again. The guy’s nose was hanging from his face by a strip of skin.
He went over his friend Lloyd, who had gotten to his feet and was clutching at his shredded arm. The two of them were too occupied with their own wounds to bother with shooting Eli the customary angry glare that the losers sent to the victors. Together they ran off.
Eli didn’t doubt he’d be seeing them around again after they’d healed up. They’d want revenge after what he’d done to them. Their inner wolves wouldn’t allow them to rest until they had it, especially now that that one wolf had gotten a look into Chris’s eyes.
Eli fell onto his side, the ground almost shooting up and smacking him on his furry shoulder. He released a wolf grunt, wondering why everything was becoming all swirly again when he’d puked up all that alcohol.
Had that little bastard gotten him, and Eli had been too hyped up on adrenaline to notice?
Shit, wouldn’t that just suck. His brother murdered and he hadn’t even gotten the chance to kill the guy who did it, and now he was going to lie here like roadkill and die, right after finding his mate.
He let his body shift back into normal, forcing the change and shift into his bones until the rest started to handle itself. If he was going to die here, he was going to do it as a man. He didn’t want some animal control shit coming to pick up his wolf corpse and throwing his body into a furnace.
Tunnel vision came onto him, and he was pleased to see his bleeding paw shed its thin, short hair and turn back into a bleeding human arm, but right before the black completely took over his vision, a pair of sneakered feet, crunching on the rocks and dirt on the pavement, came into his line of sight.
* * * *
Chris ran when that guy trying to take his pants off finally jumped off of him and transformed―transformed!―into an enormous wolf, and then started attacking that other huge wolf that was ripping the living hell out of their other attacker. Chris didn’t catch sight of that man, the big, handsome, if extremely drunk man who he’d been trying to help get home.
He couldn’t just run down the street, though. What he saw, people changing into animals, was the most amazing, most frightening thing, he’d ever seen.
Chris ran to the nearest set of shrubs he could find and got behind them.
It was like watching a dog fight, and Chris had seen YouTube videos on animal sites for preventing abuse, so he knew what it looked like.
For a few seconds, it was hard for him to tell the difference between the two gray wolves rolling around, biting and clawing and snarling at each other, until the one wolf nearly had his nose chopped off and turned back into that fucking prick who had been pawing at Chris.
He couldn’t help but watch as the guy handled his severely bleeding face and think, Good. Chris had zero sympathy for the guy.
He and the other man, whom Chris could only assume was also a werewolf, ran off together after having their asses handed to them. Chris was amazed they could walk at all. The blood loss alone should have been enough to put them down.
Then the only wolf left behind just keeled over. Chris worried that he’d died until he saw the hair slowly shed away, leaving only pink human skin behind, and that man, the one Chris had been trying to help, appeared in the wolf’s place.
He got out from his hiding place to go and make sure he was okay.
He definitely wasn’t. The man’s eyes were bleary and barely open, and he groaned in what was definite pain and confusion. There was a long slash mark that bled freely down his face. It began at the right side of his forehead before ending on his left cheek. There were also several huge puncture marks along his arm, and they were bleeding even more than that.
Chris couldn’t leave him here. It may or may not have been intended, but this man had saved Chris from rape at the least and death at worst.
He lifted his T-shirt off of his shoulders and wrapped the thin material around the man’s arms. Hopefully that would stanch the blood flow. There wasn’t much he could do about his face, not until Chris took him back to his room.
Somehow he doubted that there were hospitals for people like this, and he put his hands under the man’s armpits, and using all of his strength, Chris hauled him to his feet.
“Don’t die on me.”
He looked down at Chris, and then gave him the bottle, then took off his jeans. “Lube your fingers with that.”
Chris’s eyes popped open wide. “Me?”
Eli climbed into bed with him, naked, his body still hungry and twitchy for Chris’s touch. He wanted to put his cock into Chris’s body, wanted to fuck him again and again, but now that his human mind was logically thinking, he had to act before the moon got too high and he completely lost it again.
“I don’t know if you’ve ever had sex with another man before, but my first time, I didn’t like it by a long shot. You’re too nervous to do it like this, and when I get into mating mode, I won’t be too worried about whether or not you’re enjoying yourself at all.”
“But—” Chris looked helplessly at the bottle in his hand. “I don’t know how to make you like it either.”
Eli smiled at him and kissed him. “Trust me. I’m going to like anything you do to me tonight. I’ll show you the basics and leave the rest to you.”
He did, and somehow Eli’s little minilesson on proper sex only served to make him want it all the more, and when Chris finally got his pants off, tossing them onto the floor, Eli could clearly smell the other man’s musk. It was proof that he wanted this, too.
Chris took his lubed fingers and pressed one into Eli’s hole. Eli had gotten onto his hands and knees to make this as easy as possible for the both of them, but he hadn’t been kidding when he said he would like anything Chris did to him.
That one finger was enough to make him moan in need, and Chris hadn’t even touched his prostate.
Chris jumped at the sound. “You sure about this?”
He asked as though he thought Eli had faked the noise just to encourage Chris on.
Eli’s body was on fire now, everything inside of him thumping, his blood rushing like a hot river of lava through his veins. He needed this. He had to mate. Needed to do it, to have Chris’s cock inside him, even if his body wasn’t prepared to take it yet. “Yes! Yes, just fuck me!” he demanded.
Chris, however, seemed determined to take his time, and whether he knew it or not, that was sheer torture for Eli.
As Chris inserted a third finger, Eli began pressing his body back against the digits, fucking himself on them, and the tips of Chris’s fingers came very close to rubbing against that spot inside of him.
Not a full on touch, but the electric sizzle was still there, and Eli groaned, his heavy cock pulsing between his legs, demanding satisfaction.
“Fuck me, right now!” he demanded. He’d seen what Chris’s dick had looked like when the other man had taken off his pants. He was as big, heavy, and thick as Eli. Maybe slightly more so. If Chris would just hurry it up and put that thing inside of him he would come with no problem at all.
And then they would do it again and again.
“You’re not ready yet,” Chris said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
The fact that he was taking so long preparing him was hurting him! Couldn’t Chris see that?
It annoyed him that he had to do it, and it was a shot to his alpha pride, but, desperate times, and all that. “Please. I’m ready. Please fuck me, I can’t take it anymore.”
There was a hesitation of maybe one second. It felt more like an hour, and that was a helluva long time for a horny man to have to wait. Finally, Chris removed his fingers, and Eli heard the slight groan from behind him, and he looked to see Chris lubing his cock, gripping it from the base and sliding the lotion to the top of the shaft.
Chris’s face twisted in pleasure as he stroked himself. That was so fucking hot.
Chris shifted his knees, still gripping his dick, and Eli felt the blunt tip nudge against the entrance of his asshole.
Chris said nothing more. His mouth fell open, and he moaned as he pushed in then tried to stop after about an inch or so. He probably thought he was giving Eli a chance to adjust and work his anal muscles around the intrusion.
He was having none of that.
Eli pushed out as he, without any warning to Chris, pushed back against his dick.
They both moaned as Chris was unexpectedly fully sheathed. He gripped Eli’s hips, pressing his forehead down against Eli’s back, trying to catch his breath.
Eli had to squeeze his eyes shut. His balls tightened, and he felt that inward rush come upon him that signalled his orgasm was near. He grabbed hold of the base of his prick and squeezed, groaning in the sheer fucking ecstasy of it. He would not come yet. He wanted this to go on for a little longer.
“Move. Move,” Eli growled, already pushing back against the other man.
Chris groaned at the movement and then started pumping his hips.