[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Sci-Fi Romance, M/M, HEA]
His life would never be the same…
Honor Vengeance took on the task of hunting down the illegally enslaved Earthlings because of his firm conviction he would never fall victim to their unique charms. But his mission brings him into repeated contact with humans, and his resistance quickly fades. Worse, there’s one in particular he hungers for.
Carver Tam is on the verge of playing pro football when he’s abducted and sold. Furious that he’s lost everything he’s worked so hard for, he’s not about to surrender to his new master. When he ends up on a world where slaves are worked to death, he has no choice but to lead a rebellion. The last thing he was ever expecting was to be forcibly rescued by an eight-foot-tall, maroon-colored alien officer named Honor Vengeance.
Their attraction is instant and irresistible, but causes devastating consequences. Will their relationship be the last straw that forces the Krase government to cease their mission to rescue the illegally enslaved Earthlings?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Anitra Lynn McLeod is a Siren-exclusive author.
"Finally, in the eighth book of this partly humorous, partly fascinating series about cross-cultural love affairs, we get the story of Honor Vengeance. He's been a bit of a bad guy in previous volumes, or, shall we say, a Krase who took his duty far too seriously and wasn't willing to make allowances for feelings, and certainly not for those involving the newly discovered species of humans. Once I got to know him better in this book, I have to say, he more than redeemed himself and actually really grew on me! Honor is as Krase as they come. Duty first, forget any sort of compassion or understanding, and as for love? Forget it. But then he starts meeting humans. First, he holds them in contempt, then he is very hostile, and finally, he begins to want one for himself. Not until he is open to the possibility does he even find one he's truly interested in. And when he does? Even though he thinks he's prepared, the roller coaster of emotions still takes him by surprise. Not that he is easily deterred, and that is a good thing! Carver is a football player about to go professional when a gas explosion changes his life and he ends up abducted and sold into slavery on Krase. He is not one to give up, and even though his new life is nothing like his life on Earth, he adapts. He even leads his co-slaves into a revolt. Seeing Honor and wanting him are the same thing, and from then on, Carver is determined to make things work between them. In typical human fashion he uses logic only sporadically, mostly going on gut instinct. And when he ends up having to confront a ship full of Krase warriors to save a fellow human, he doesn’t hesitate to do whatever it takes. As for him teaching the Krase to play football? Priceless! If you like two strong, determined men coming together driven by lust, and expecting that one of them will have to submit, only to find it is much more fun to be versatile, if you enjoy reading about different cultural beliefs that collide, and if you're looking for another hot read in this very entertaining series, then you will most probably like this book." -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
As he got closer to the Krase warrior, Carver couldn’t help but notice how cut his abs were. Whoever he was, he barely had any body fat at all, judging by his belly. And his arms were so big Carver wouldn’t be able to wrap both his hands around them, though he would certainly like to try. Carver was able to get a much better look at him when the wind caught the flowing cut of his cape and blew the beige fabric out behind his body.
That was the only thought that kept repeating in Carver’s head. The Krase warrior was built like a god. With each step closer, Carver wondered if he worked out to look like that or if he came by the ripped physique naturally. Either way, Carver would love to touch him. Just once. Well, maybe twice. There was something so appealing about him, but Carver couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.
And then he got close enough to see his eyes were red. Not a bloodshot red, but a rich ruby red that had to be normal for his kind. Again, Carver was mesmerized but didn’t quite understand why. He thought of Mac and how he’d looked at him pretty much every day for a year and never felt this kind of pull until that day he’d gotten the good news about the Broncos. Maybe all he was feeling was attraction toward another creature who had a devastating body that looked remarkably human. He was bigger, this Krase warrior, but he was still amazingly human in shape.
“I am Honor Vengeance.”
Carver couldn’t help his automatic response. “Really?”
“That is my name, yes.” Honor removed the lower part of the veil that covered his mouth, revealing very human-looking lips. Carver wondered if his kind kissed and if so what it would feel and taste like to lock lips with this guy. “Are you Carver Tam?”
Carver nodded and slowly removed the lower half of his veil. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like what they were doing was somehow sexual. Almost as if they were slowly showing themselves to the other in a dance of seduction. Idly, Carver wondered if he removed his pants would Honor follow suit? But then he remembered all he was wearing was the white cloth twisted into something like a loincloth. He was far more exposed than Honor, but he doubted he’d convince the guy to whip out his wang so they could compare.
“I’m here to take you back to Krase.”
There was a brief but noticeable pause in Honor’s answer. “You were illegally sold into slavery.”
Carver felt a wave of relief go through him. Everything he’d left behind he could get back. Mac, the job offer—all of it. He was so grateful he would have cried, but he was simply too dehydrated. “I’m going home?”
Again, another pause, this one much longer. Honor looked down at the ground then up, but he didn’t quite meet Carver’s eyes. “I’m sorry. You simply can’t return to Earth.”
Carver felt as if he’d just suffered repeated blows of the lash. He ached somewhere inside that could never be healed. “I have to go back. I have—you don’t understand what’s waiting for me there.”
Something about Honor’s features seemed to soften. “You have a love there?”
The way he said it gave Carver some hope. Perhaps if Honor thought he was in love he would help him get home. Mac had been the best roommate a guy could want, and after that brief but mind-blowing interlude, Carver was pretty damn sure they were well on the road to something. Maybe not love but maybe so. It was difficult to say after one wickedly hot encounter.
“While I’m sympathetic, there is nothing I can do.” Honor looked over Carver’s shoulder. “I will explain, but not here. Will you come with me?”
Carver shook his head. “I’m not leaving them.”
Honor nodded resolutely, and then a tiny grin lifted up one edge of his mouth. “What if I offered to free them as well as you?”
“You’d do that?”
Carver had never been one to listen to advice. Rather than following the notion of never looking a gift horse in the mouth, he was immediately suspicious, and asked, “Why?”
“I think so, too.” Honor could not remember ever feeling the way he did now. He felt protective of Carver, but also driven to mark him inside and out. Growling softly, he thrust his hips, careful not to go too fast or too deep. Carver moaned again in such a way that he somehow pressed into the most primal part of Honor’s brain. The sound wasn’t one that his fellow warriors made. It was maddening and made him hunger to taste Carver.
Lowering his lips to his neck, Honor licked his skin, eliciting a cry of ecstasy. Inspired, Honor bit lightly, and Carver tilted his head farther to the side, surrendering himself fully. It was submissive to bare his neck in such a way. Carver was giving up himself up to Honor physically when he’d already done so emotionally. Honor swore he would never harm him. He realized that Carver was only surrendering to him because he felt safe in doing so. Honor would never violate his trust. Instead, he reveled in finding yet another secret spot on his mate’s body. He kissed and bit and licked gently, almost reverently, showing without words how much he appreciated the gift of Carver’s trust. When Carver reciprocated by stroking the sensitive areas along his sides and then his hair, he inadvertently thrust hard into him.
Carver’s response was a breathless cry of pleasure quickly followed by a further show of submission by parting his legs even wider and relaxing completely.
Snarling, Honor increased the pace of his thrusts as he pinned Carver to the bed. His whimpers of enjoyment surged another bolt of possessive pride through Honor. Carver was everything and more than he’d dreamed. But what made all of it a million times more special was that he was here. This was real, and Carver was here, and Honor was never going to let him go.
“Stay with me.” Honor slowed his thrusts.
“I’m here.” Carver’s voice was dazed. When he opened his eyes, they were unfocused and dreamy, almost as if he’d been drugged.
“I mean with me.” Honor kissed him softly. “I don’t want to be without you.”
Carver’s grin was slow and sexy. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Reassured, Honor held his gaze as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Carver grasped his shoulders, holding on as he angled his body to take more of Honor’s cock. Faster he went until he was afraid of going too hard.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Carver wrapped his legs around Honor’s hips and tightened them on the down part of his thrust, forcing him so deep he was grinding Carver’s cock against his detaf. But since he clearly wasn’t in pain, Honor kept on going until Carver leaned up and bit his neck. The pleasure-pain set something off in him, and he drilled into his mate, marking him with the most powerful release he’d ever had.
Barely had he anytime to recover when Carver flipped him over and rode out the rest of his contractions by clenching up his rectum and rocking his hips. Once he was utterly drained, Carver kissed him as his cock slid free. And then he worked Honor’s legs apart. Even though Honor was ready for him, Carver took the time to tease him anyway. Honor lay back and enjoyed the attention. With his own kind, it would have been over long before now. This time of talking and teasing was pleasurable in and of itself with the powerful orgasm just an added bonus.
Carver climbed up Honor’s body, bracing his weight on his arms.
“No. I can take your weight.” Honor grasped Carver’s buttocks. He pulled, plunging Carver’s cock into his ass and slamming their powerful bodies together.
“Fuck!” Carver rammed into him, hard, and then slid his hands under Honor’s back to grasp his shoulders. “You like it rough.”
“I do.” Honor rocked his hips up. “I want to feel you.”
“You’re really tight.”
“You sound surprised.”
“Well, your cock’s enormous.”
“What does that have to do with my channel?”
“If you sleep with your own kind, that means you can take a dick as big as yours.”
“My rectum is like yours in that it is under my control.” Honor tightened and released several times, loving the look of pleasure and surprise mingling on Carver’s face.
“Now I get it.”
“No. I am getting it now.”
Carver laughed, and then his face turned suddenly serious.
Working together, using the power in both their bodies to best advantage, they ended up fucking so hard that Honor was moved up toward the top of the bed. When his head hit the wall, they had to disengage so that he could move down. Once he was at the very bottom of the bed with his legs hooked over the side, Carver was back, riding him for all he was worth. Sweat poured off his body, making Honor lick and bite at his neck, loving the taste of him. The closer Carver got to release, the more he dug his knees into the bed to harden his thrusts. Every muscle in his powerful body was straining toward release. When his climax came, he uttered a victorious growl that shook Honor down the length of his body. Almost against his will, Honor uttered a whimper of surrender. No one had ever made him feel so wonderfully owned.