[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, shape-shifters, HEA]
Colton Rivers was born in captivity. Living within the walls of Potestas, he has lived with a terrible guilt for years, and after what is left of his family turns against him, he turns to the only safe harbour he knows—technology.
Jordan Foster has watched the people he cares most about find their mates, wondering when it would be his chance. So imagine his shock when he discovers his mate is none other than the arrogant little smartarse who has been causing him a world of trouble in their online war against Potestas.
Now, two opposing sides with the same goal—to take down Potestas once and for all—must come together, not just for their sake, but for the paranormal community. Can Jordan see past the attitude and snark, to the vulnerable mate beneath? And can Colton trust that Jordan won’t abandon him like everyone else has?
A Siren Erotic Romance
After borrowing some of Micah’s clothes that seemed to fit Jordan perfectly but swam on him, Colton said good-bye to his friend. He let Jordan hold his hand as they made their way to the other end of the house. Colton had no idea what he was supposed to say or do, so he simply stayed quiet. This was the longest they had ever gone without fighting or bickering. It was nice.
Worrying his lip ring, he kept darting glances at his mate. Colton took in the handsome lines of the man’s face, the blond spikes of hair that were so different to the raven ones he had. And those eyes, he’d never seen eyes that changed colour the way Jordan’s did.
He enjoyed watching the way the Wolf’s muscles moved under the borrowed clothing. The strength Colton could see in them was a major turn-on and practically had his Panther purring. Damn cat only seemed to have one thing on its mind.
Nearing their rooms though, Colton knew he’d have to say something. “I really don’t know what to say to you, and honestly I’m a little afraid to.”
“I know, and that’s my fault.” Jordan grimaced. “Can you forgive me?”
“Yeah. I think I can,” he answered cautiously. “Our biggest problem seems to be that we are stuck in this, sort of c—”
“Cycle?” Jordan finished, with a grin.
Colton blinked up at him. “Yeah. How’d you know I was going to say that?”
“Because I came to the same conclusion after Jake gave me a good what for.” His mate chuckled.
Colton joined him. “Micah did the same thing. Good thing for our friends, we’re both pretty hopeless by the sounds of it.”
Jordan laughed. “Nah, no more than the rest of them here. I can guarantee you that all of the mated pairs here stumbled at one point or another, but with the help of their friends they all managed to pull their heads out of their arses.”
“Even Jake and Sawyer?” he asked sceptically. The Kayan and Kayan eş were Colton’s definition of solid. He couldn’t imagine a time where they didn’t work like magic.
“Oh boy. Definitely. I remember having to track Sawyer and Riley halfway across the city because of Jake and his big mouth,” Jordan revealed. “Jake knew that Sawyer was from the Minto Guild, but hadn’t told Sawyer that he knew. Then Jake and Dmitri have a bloody conversation about it while Sawyer and Riley are packing their things to move in. Needless to say, the twins always had a backup plan to escape, it was how they survived.”
“So let me guess, they overheard and made a run for it?” Colton surmised.
Jordan winced. “Yeah. Right into a trap set by Potestas. Although we finally got to see Sawyer in action, and I have to tell you, the man has moves. Don’t ever spar with him. Especially now that he has his ability and knows how to use it.”
“You sound like you speak from experience?”
Jordan grunted. “I do. And my arse protested being thrown to the ground so much, I haven’t done it since.”
Colton let out a bellowing laugh. “Oh, I’d pay to see that.”
“I bet,” Jordan muttered, but his lips quirked up into a small smile.
Damn, that was a hell of a smile.
“This is nice,” Colton whispered, tugging at the sleeves of the shirt he wore. “Us, talking, sharing. This was how it was supposed to be, wasn’t it?”
Jordan sighed, raking a hand over his face. “Yeah, it was.”
“I know that in a large part it’s my fault.” Jordan went to argue, and he stopped him. “No, it is. I have a knee-jerk reaction to push people away.”
“Trust me, you’re not the only one,” Jordan assured him, his hazel eyes dulling with sadness.
“I know.” He had made such a mess. “I really do want to try to make this work. Hell, I’m already crazy about you, to be honest. I’ve tried not to be. Figured I was better off not knowing you.”
“What changed, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I couldn’t fight it. I had the biggest crush on you before I had even met you.” Colton shook his head in dismay. “Then I discovered you were my mate, and I panicked. People don’t have a good record of sticking around.”
Colton was wholly unprepared for Jordan to gather him up in his arms, but that is exactly what the older man did. “Ah, babe. I’m so damn sorry. You may have had issues, but I certainly didn’t help them. I knew about your parents, and I really should have been more mindful. My damn brain just doesn’t always seem to kick in fast enough to filter my mouth.”
He stood there, absorbing the comfort his mate gave him. It had been a long time since anyone but Micah had held him like this. And there was something much more intimate about the way Jordan’s hands slid up and down his back. The way his arm curled around him like a protective cocoon.
Colton drew in his mate’s scent, allowing it to sink into him. “I really want this to work, Jordan,” he whispered, not wanting to break the spell they both seemed to be under.
“Then why don’t we start over,” his mate offered, pulling back to hold out his hand, and Colton tried not to focus on the loss he felt from the move. “Hi, I’m Jordan, Ishad of the Hunter Clan, and your mate.”
“Make me yours,” Colton said, in between kisses.
Jordan let out an almost painful sounding groan, then suddenly sat back and popped the cap on the small tube, coating his fingers in the clear gel. Colton watched with eager eyes, desperate for his mate to hurry.
Jordan grabbed his prick and ran his hand up and down the length. Colton’s tongue came out and traced across his lips, playing with his piercing as he watched Jordan prepare himself.
Not able to hold back, Colton sat up and reached forward, grabbing Jordan’s wrist. He pulled the hand toward his eager hole impatiently.
“Easy there. That thing’s attached.” Jordan chuckled, but followed without question.
“I know, and I want it attached to me.” Colton let go as Jordan started to trail his wet fingers over his entrance. He gasped when one large finger breached his opening. He fell back against the mattress, moaning. “Oh god. Hmmm, that’s it.”
“That’s it? Are you sure?” Jordan’s eyes danced with amusement. “I thought this would be closer to it.”
“Ah!” Colton let out a choked cry as Jordan nailed his prostate. “Oh, yeah, yeah. That was it. That one. Uh-huh.”
He continued to babble as one finger became two, and Colton pushed down, fucking himself on the Wolf’s fingers. Colton used his own fingers to pluck at his nipples, pulling at the hoops that hung there, sending jolts of pleasure to his swollen cock. Sweat covered his body. He could feel his release climbing to the surface, but he forced it down. Colton wanted this to last as long as possible.
He whimpered when Jordan pulled his fingers free and edged closer on his knees. He positioned his cock at the entrance to Colton’s wet hole. Colton held his stare, as his mate slowly entered his body for the first time, and he wanted to cry tears of joy. It felt better than anything he had ever felt before.
Colton began to pant as Jordan’s fat cock eased forward. The slight sting it caused had his eyes watering, but he forced his muscles to relax and took all his mate had to give. Once fully seated, Jordan came down to lay over him. Colton sighed, wrapping his arms around Jordan’s neck and kissing him. Jordan kissed him back and slowly started to pull and push back in. Colton moaned and lifted his hips, trying to get more of his mate’s hardness into him.
“Damn, you feel good.” Jordan groaned as he sped up.
Soon all Colton could do was hold on for the ride, as Jordan took him furiously. His mate thrust in and out, and Colton felt like every nerve ending had been lit on fire.
“Do you know how much you mean to me, Can? Do you know how much I want to make you mine?” Jordan snarled.
Colton blinked up in surprise. Jordan had just called him Can, which he knew meant beloved for Wolf Shifters. “Can?”
“Yes. My beloved. My heart. My soul.” Jordan punctuated each word with a thrust, his cock rubbing Colton in all the right spots.
He could feel himself building to an overwhelming crest at his mate’s words, his balls drawing up close to his body, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His cock began to pulse and throb, causing his rock-hard prick to erupt all over his stomach.
“Jordan!” he cried out, as fireworks went off inside of him. Just as he began his slow descent, he tilted his head to the side, wanting what only Jordan could give him. “Claim me.”
Without hesitation, Jordan lunged forward, piercing his canines into Colton’s flesh, setting him off again. Colton echoed his mate’s movements, his own teeth piercing through Jordan’s flesh. The first splash of his mate’s blood hit his tongue, and he whimpered as he felt part of his soul being pulled out and replaced by a part of Jordan’s. His Panther purred, rubbing up against the piece of Jordan that now belonged him, as Jordan lost himself deep inside him.
Colton marvelled at the feeling of completion that settled deep down, as Jordan’s teeth receded. Jordan lapped at the wound, closing it up. His tongue trailed down further to swipe over the wound left by Micah’s teeth, and Colton could feel the tingle as it began to heal.
“Tickles.” He giggled. Colton’s eyes widened, and he slapped a hand over his mouth instantly.
Jordan grinned down at him. “First you purr, and now you giggle. You are full of surprises, my mate.”
Colton groaned, burying his head in Jordan’s chest. “Just pretend you didn’t hear that, okay?”
Jordan didn’t answer, but his chuckle said it all. His mate wasn’t forgetting anytime soon. Somehow though, Colton couldn’t make himself care. Right now he was just feeling too good.