[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
Steele Avery is as lazy as the day is long. When the mates of the Den show up for a night of partying, Steele and his brother Paine follow the group into the demon realm. But what started out as a good time ends with Steele being bitten by the club owner, Diablo, who claims to be his mate.
Diablo Teslow is a dragon shifter. He has been tucked away in the demon realm for over twelve hundred years. He is content with running his strip club until a beautiful cheetah shifter walks into his life.
Now that he has bitten Steele, Diablo must defend his mate against the Dragon Hunters, a group of supernatural creatures created for one purpose only, to exterminate the entire dragon race.
But Diablo is not only fighting the Hunter. His mate was taught that letting another man top him was a sign of weakness. Diablo must find a way to claim Steele or remain alone for the rest of his life.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.
5 RINGS: "Dragon Lore is seen in cultures all over the world, but every culture has different myths about them. It was fascinating how this story not only told the history of dragons, but also what happened to them adding many unique and wonderful paranormal aspects. Once again, the Brac Pack mates snuck out to have fun, but no one ever expected that a simple outing would change the course of two people’s lives. Diablo, a dragon shifter lived to almost see the extinction of his race and he never expected his mate Steele to land in his bar in the demon realm. Steele watched everyone except his brother Paine killed and he has never gotten over the loss. Together these two misfits struggled to overcome their past to hopefully fight for their future together. The mysteries behind Panahasi, the leader of the Demon Warriors, continue to unfold as he steps up to help his friends making the reader wonder what is in store next for him." -- Teresa, Fallen Angel Reviews
5 SWEET PEAS: "This is book # 8 in the Brac Village series and is a spinoff from the Brac Pack series. This story tells us about Steele, a lazy cheetah shifter who meets his mate, Diablo, a dragon shifter, in the demon realm. It was definitely not love or even like at first sight for these two. While Diablo wanted his mate in the worst way, Steele was not feeling him at all. Steele has issues with submitting to his mate or bottoming as he sees this as being weak. At least that is what was drummed into his head in the past by his older brothers. The mating is not a smooth one. Misunderstandings and Steele’s stubbornness combined with Diablo’s shifter species being hunted does not make this a match made in heaven. Oh, I have got to mention this: Steele is kidnapped and an egg is laid. The author does not tell you the circumstances behind the appearance of this egg, but just so you know, there is a baby dragon born. Steele was kidnapped and in the next chapter you read about an egg in his pants. I don’t even know if I would put this in the Mpreg category since there was no pregnancy written into the storyline. There’s no explanation as to how the egg got here. And of course, the author isn’t talking neither is the Steele. As quiet as it’s kept, I think I may have an idea how he delivered the egg, I just don’t WANT to think about it. This book uses characters from the Demon Warriors and Brac Pack in this book. As always, this book is not a standalone, it is part of a series that must be read in sequential order as the characters cross over. Well played, Lynn Hagen. Well played indeed. I highly recommend this as well as books in all her series." --Kiwi, Mrs. Condit and Friends Read Books
More From Brac Village
“It’s time to party!”
Steele turned his head, glancing over his shoulder from where he was lying comfortably on the couch. His eyes rolled skyward when he saw the troublemaker Cecil Walters trailing into his living room. The man’s presence could only mean trouble.
“What are you talking about?” Recker asked as he walked down the steps leading to the upstairs. The rhino shifter’s brows were furrowed as he glanced at Cecil.
Cecil threw his hands on his hips as he smiled widely at Recker. “It’s Friday night. I have worked hard all week and I want to party.”
“Uh, no, I’ve worked hard all week while you sat behind your desk chatting on the phone,” Recker corrected him with a grunt. “I do all of your work so how in the hell are you tired?”
Cecil waved his hand at Recker dismissively. “Semantics. Look, do you know what I had to go through in order for us to escape the Den without any of the warriors hot on our heels?”
Steele glance behind Cecil but didn’t see anyone. “Who is we?” He was starting to regret asking the question when the mates of the Den began to file in. Steele wasn’t familiar with most of them, but he knew damn well that the warriors would go nuts if they knew their mates were roaming around the village at night by themselves.
Cecil began to wave his hand at the men behind him. “You already know Blair and Oliver. Everyone knows Keata and Johnny. This is Kyoshi, Keata’s cousin, and he barely gets out the house.”
Steele rolled over lazily, letting his arm dangle from the couch as he stared at the misfit group. “And where do you plan on going?” He had been told that every single shifter in Brac Village knew to steer clear of Cecil when he had that mischievous glint in his amethyst eyes. He was handsome and the devil all rolled into one.
Steele had no clue how the alpha dealt with such a troublesome mate.
Even though everyone was warned about Cecil, Steele knew he wouldn’t listen. He liked getting into trouble. Okay, he liked getting into trouble just as long as he didn’t have to do any work. Yes, he was as lazy as the day was long. He and his brother, Paine, were starting new jobs tomorrow night and partying the night before sounded like a damn good idea to him. He was tired of being stuck in a house with nothing to do. Even though working would alleviate his boredom, it was not something he was looking forward to. He especially was not looking forward to working at a movie theater.
Steele hated the smell of popcorn.
Cecil laughed as he clapped his hands and then rubbed them together. “We are going to the demon realm. Where else would you go to party at a club where there are hot strippers?”
“Did you say hot strippers?” Paine immediately woke from his dead sleep on the other end of the couch, sitting straight up. Steele grinned at his brother. He knew how the man felt. It had been so long since Steele had sex that he thought his dick was going to shrivel up. He wasn’t sure how he made it the past three days without a warm body to fill his bed.
“What’s the demon realm?” Steele asked as he finally sat up, his attention piqued at the promise of sex. Strippers were a sure bet. And where there were strippers there were twinks. Steele’s cock began to perk up at the thought of getting a few blow jobs.
“Gee, I don’t know,” Cecil said in a sarcastic tone as he tossed hands into the air. “Demon. Realm. I would say it was a realm filled with demons.”
Steele narrowed his eyes at the lippy guy. If the task of kicking the man’s ass wouldn’t exert so much energy, Steele would be off this couch. He ran his hand down his bare chest and yawned right before he gave a good all-over-body stretch. “I’m in.”
“Count me in,” Paine said.
“Count me out,” Recker replied. “I wouldn’t mind going, but I don’t want Maverick to remove my head from my shoulders. He is not only my alpha but my boss. I like my job.”
Frisco, Recker’s mate, pressed the palm of his hand into his chest. “Maverick isn’t my boss. I’m going. This sounds interesting as hell.”
Steele pushed from the couch and headed toward the steps. “Let me take a quick shower and get ready.”
“I want you back down here in ten minutes not ten hours!” Cecil shouted up to him. “I am on the lamb, after all. I have to keep moving or I’ll be caught.”
Thinking about getting his dick sucked, Steele hurried. Sex was a great motivator. Apparently his brother thought the same, because Paine walked out of his bedroom as Steele was heading toward the steps. “I sure as shit hope those demons don’t have two horns and a pitchfork.”
Steele’s smile widened at his brother. “I’m pretty sure Cecil isn’t about to ascend into the bowels of hell. At least not until his time is up.”
“Ready?” Cecil asked irritably. Steele nodded.
“How are we going to get there?”
Cecil’s eyes sparkled. Steele watched as man threw his head back and shouted, “Hondo!”
What in the hell was the nutty little—”Oh, shit!” Steele jumped back when a set of flaming eyes appeared in the dark corner of the living room, right before a massive body emerged. “What kind of hocus-pocus shit is that”
“He’s our ride,” Oliver stated as he moved forward. “You can’t get there without a little help.”
That wasn’t a little help. The man was huge! He didn’t have two horns and a pitchfork, but fuck if he didn’t look wicked as hell. He watched as the other mates gathered around the guy and touched his arm.
“Are you coming?” Cecil asked.
“Strip club,” Paine said under his breath, reminding Steele why they were hitching a ride with the demon.
This gorgeous man is mine and I’m not afraid to let him top me. The thought startled and excited Steele in the same measure as the dragon shifter nibbled on his neck. But Steele couldn’t just lie there. He pulled at Diablo’s shirt until his mate lifted his arms and allowed Steele to slide it over the man’s head, tossing it aside.
The man’s heat began to slowly seep into Steele as he took in shallow breaths. Diablo moved in behind Steele, his lips grazing over Steele’s exposed shoulder, sending tiny sparks of electricity along his flesh. His mate grazed his fingers over the head of Steele’s cock and then played in the pre-cum. He slid the clear liquid over his fingers, as if enjoying how it felt. Steele’s breath was coming out in short gasps.
Steele pressed his lips against Diablo’s neck and slid his tongue across the smooth expanse, tasting the salty skin as Diablo’s fingers curved around Steele’s ass. He hissed with pleasure as he sealed his lips tighter on his mate’s skin.
He had to breathe out slowly, gaining a measure of control as one of Diablo’s fingers slid inside his ass. It was wet and Steele wasn’t sure—oh, he spotted the lube by the pillow. Steele hadn’t even seen the man look for the tube.
He was pretty damn sneaky.
“I love how your body feels, hjertet mitt drage. So tight and all mine.”
Steele groaned as he spread his leg further. He just wished Diablo would take his damn jeans off. Steele wanted to feel the man’s hard cock in the palm of his hand.
“Take your pants off.”
Diablo gave a throaty growl, which only made Steele’s cock throb. The noise was too damn sexy.
Gripping Steele’s chin, Diablo tilted his head back and kissed a trail down Steele’s neck, adding pleasure to what Steele was already feeling. He bucked, his moans echoing through the room. Steele hitched his hips as Diablo sucked at his neck, Steele’s cock pulsing fiercely.
Steele forgot how to breathe when Diablo moved away and stripped his jeans off his body. Steele’s hole ached to feel his mate’s thick fingers back inside of him, but was becoming deeply aroused at the thought of having the man fuck him with his cock.
Steele’s heart was pounding out of control when Diablo palmed his own erection, giving the swollen flesh a few slow strokes. He was going to have a coronary. He just knew it.
“Do you know how beautiful you look lying there? I can see how much you want me and it’s setting me on fire.”
“Same here, buddy. Now get back into bed and fuck me.” Steele laughed at his own words. It felt so liberating saying them out loud. He no longer hid from the truth of what he desired. “I want to feel that cock pounding into my ass.”
Steele smirked when Diablo’s hand tightened around his cock, his lilac eyes growing darker until they were amethyst. “You are tempting me to fuck you roughly, cat. Be careful how you entice me.”
Steele grinned. “Have your wicked way.”
Without warning, Diablo was back on the bed. He slammed his lips over Steele’s. The kiss was brutal, crushing, and Steele could taste the metallic flavor of blood in his mouth. An animalistic sound rumbled in Diablo’s throat.
Steele didn’t fight his mate.
Diablo looked at Steele with a wicked glint in his eyes before sliding down Steele’s body and swallowing Steele’s cock down to the root. Steele shouted as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His hips bucked, driving his cock further down his mate’s hot mouth.
God, the man was sucking him so hard that Steele was mindless. He spread his legs further apart as he began to fuck Diablo’s mouth.
But his mate wasn’t having that. Diablo pressed Steele’s hips down, keeping them in place as he ran his tongue around the head, pulling the pre-cum out like honey, and then dove right back down onto Steele’s dick.
“Fuck, Diablo…fuck!” Steele shouted and then gritted his teeth, staving off his orgasm. He wasn’t about to let this moment end so soon, but if his mate kept up at his current pace, he was a goner.
His damn legs were wobbling as Diablo rode Steele’s cock with his lips, sliding them up and down his shaft, faster and faster. His head was bobbing, the suction tight, and Steele felt like his damn brain was melting into the side of his head.
“Diablo…please…god!” Steele threw his head back and ground his back molars, curling his fingers into the bed. He wasn’t going to be able to hold off. Not when Diablo was sucking him so goddamn good.
Steele began to rock his head back and forth as jolts of pure pleasure pulsed through his body. The man was out to kill him. Diablo had to be because Steele’s heart was beating so fast he feared it would burst from his chest.
And then Diablo slid more than one finger into Steele’s ass.
His eyes crossed.
“Goddamn…motherfucker!” Steele howled as his body unraveled right there. His hips shot up and his seed was being ripped from his very balls. Stars began to form behind his eyelids. It took concentrated effort to breathe.
Steele let out a high strangled cry when Diablo leaned down and swirled his tongue around Steele’s puckered hole. His mate gave the opening a long lick. He speared his tongue just inside, along with his finger. He thrust it in again and again, driving Steele into madness.
Diablo tongue-fucked Steele over and over, then alternated with a finger and finally two. He moved his fingers in a steady rhythm, making sure to nail Steele’s gland as often as he could, until Steele was barely hanging on the edge.
He never knew he could die from pleasure, but if Diablo kept up at this pace, he would.