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Saved by Surrender (MM)

Marked 4

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Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 56,954
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[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, werewolves, spanking, flogging, whipping, paddling, sex toys, HEA]

Regan Adamson has a secret. As beta for the blackfoot pack, the only thing required of him is acting like a Dominant male. In the world of pack, switching is not an option but when he meets the omega, Titus, his resolve to ignore his need for occasional submission is put to the test.

Titus Oswin is on a mission to rescue a kidnapped group of humans. He never expected to meet his mate in the process. An admitted switch, Titus refused in the past to accept a lover who doesn’t Dominate and submit. But Regan is so deep in the submissive closet that Titus isn’t even sure the instant attraction and growing respect between them is enough for him to take a chance on their relationship.

As troubles within and without the pack arise, Regan will have to decide if being with Titus will be his ultimate downfall or if he will be saved by his surrender.

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Jana Downs is a Siren-exclusive author.

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I very much enjoy this entire series.

- amy

I have loved this series since the first book. I also really loved Ryan and Regan. So when Ryan got his HEA with Bradley, I was so hoping that Regan would be the next book. And Jana did not disappoint...

- coding99

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STORY EXCERPT

 

The door behind him swung open, and the sound of heavy footfalls made him turn his head toward the noise. A group of wolves stood just inside the doorway, Mustang at the head of them. “This is where you’ll be staying at for the duration of your investigation once my men finish putting it together.” Mustang motioned to the conversion of their meeting house. “Ryan, Regan, come meet some of the Circle’s enforcers. Their plane got in early.” An early plane arrival? Did such a thing exist? Not in my world. 

Regan pushed himself to his feet before turning toward the group. He wiped his hands down his ripped T-shirt and paint-splattered blue jeans and tried to get off some of the sawdust. “Hi,” he greeted, walking up to stand in front of the group. “I’m Regan Adamson, one of Alpha Mustang’s betas.”

His twin joined him a split second later in front of Mustang. “I’m Ryan, Alpha’s other beta.”

“Boys,” Mustang said. “This is the Circle’s head enforcer, omega Titus Oswin.”

A huge man who was an inch or two taller than Grayson, Mustang’s submissive, stepped forward. The guy had to be at least six seven with wide shoulders, lean hips, and biceps that would’ve made any gym bunny insanely jealous. However, he carried it naturally like any born wolf who was built that way. If he wasn’t a major top, it was a damn shame. The guy was a submissive’s wet dream.

Regan dragged his eyes up the guy’s body to have a look-see of Mr. Brawny’s mug. Regan sucked in a breath. Damn the man was beautiful. He had a square jaw that had a hint of a five o’clock shadow, eyes that were so dark brown that they were almost black, and hair that was the same color as pitch. He had this half-smile on his face like he was amused by something, and the part of Regan that he kept under a very, very tight leash sighed in absolute appreciation.

“Gentleman,” he greeted with just a hint of some kind of accent that threatened to harden Regan’s cock. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I appreciate your hard work to make our barracks comfortable.”

“Um, yeah, you’re welcome,” Regan stammered. Ryan shot him a weird look, reading his mind. He and his brother were close, too close for Regan to be screwing up and reacting to another Dominant in front of him. He mentally chastised himself and settled his thoughts. In a stronger voice he continued. “I hope you and your men are satisfied with the end result.”

Titus’s grin widened. “I’m sure we will be. Mustang and Grayson have been nothing but gracious hosts. We’re hoping that the rest of the pack is just as welcoming.”

God I’d love to welcome you good and damn proper. Regan nearly squirmed at the thought. “The Circle’s men will be joining us for the full moon?” It was only two days away.

Titus nodded. “Yeah. We’re planning on it. It will take a few days to settle in here and begin the initial investigation. I’m sure we’ll discuss our schedule more once the other enforcers arrive from Europe.”

Regan nodded but didn’t say anything else. Officially, he was out of shit to say. However, his wolf strained against his leash, whining that they needed to get naked with the man in the worst way. Shut up. He’s about as Dom as can be. The guy has no use for being put up in chains, and we sure as hell shouldn’t want to string up by him. He was jonesing too hard obviously. He needed to bounce for a few days to a human club and to find a Top that was man enough to put him in his place. The thought didn’t sit well. He’d been so good. It had been over a year since he’d had to get out his submissive side. He’d almost convinced himself he could be all Dom all the time after his last “fix.”

He wished his life were more balanced, but he just wasn’t able to find the inner peace his fellow pack members found in their relationships. By wolf standards, he was a freak. Wolves didn’t “switch.” Either they were a Dominant or a submissive and nothing in between. Ever since Regan had gone through puberty, he’d had these urges. He enjoyed dominating other men, loved to play hard at times. But he also loved the kiss of a whip on his skin and the way restraints bit into his wrists when he was shackled for another man’s pleasure. Unfortunately, his wolf wasn’t satisfied with the humans he’d sought out to deal with those pesky desires.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

He waved his hand toward the leather padded bench that was at the center of the room. “Lay over the bench, ass in the air. Grip the leather straps on the other side and spread your legs.” He turned and arched an eyebrow in Titus’s direction, daring him to disobey.

Titus didn’t disappoint. “Yes, Master.” He got into position, and Regan had to take a deep breath to keep from spilling into his blue jeans like a kid with his first fuck. Titus had the nicest bubble butt on him that he’d ever seen. It was made to be spanked.

As soon as he was settled, Regan stepped in behind him and gripped those firm cheeks tightly. “You’ll color nicely.”

“I’ve been told that a time or two.” Titus sounded husky and yet teasing at the same time.

The idea that anyone had been touching the beautiful ass in front of him other than him really pissed him off. He growled. “Mine.” The shadow of his wolf pulsed inside him, filling his senses with fur and the scent of musk.

He cracked his hand down on Titus’s exposed backside. He paused, waiting for the reaction, the anger than any Dominant wolf would feel when made to submit so blatantly to another. Titus groaned instead, pushing back into his hand. Something dark and possessive rose. He smacked the cheek again, and Titus rocked back into him. So hot. He really laid into him then, spanking his ass red while the enforcer moved back to meet every smack.

Titus moaned. “Please, Master. More.” The plea was too sweet to be denied.

Regan walked over to his rack of implements and pulled off one of the heavy cowhide floggers from the wall. Titus said he’d liked pain and Regan could admit that he was curious as to how far the big male would let him go. A part of him was waiting for the other shoe to drop, but there was no way he could be faking at this point.

Without preamble, he returned to his position. He gave an experimental swing with the flogger, giving him a good pop on the sweet spot where his ass connected with his thigh.

“Ah!” Titus yelped, trembling under his flogger. “So good. Yes.”

Regan found the rhythm that coaxed the most reactions out of the enforcer. It wasn’t long before Titus was moving for him, undulating against the bench in a way that told Regan he’d started to crest.

“Are you going to fly for me, Titus?” Regan rumbled. The answer was written in the willing flesh of his companion, the soft panting breaths he was exhibiting. But he wanted to hear him say it, hear him want it.

“Yes, Master,” Titus gasped.

“Let go, Titus. Let go for me.” He cracked the flogger down once more before tossing it aside and putting his hands on Titus’s heated flesh. Regan’s mind was nothing but a melting pot of lust.

“Master, take me,” Titus murmured.

“Yes.” There was nothing else he could say. He was moving on pure instincts now. His clothes were shredded by the time he wrestled himself free and grabbed a packet of lube from the discreet container by the bench. He tore it open with his teeth and smeared half of it in the valley between Titus’s buttocks. He hadn’t felt this alive in so damn long. He hadn’t enjoyed sex or a session or anything else that was associated with pleasure in his world. He’d always felt like a liar, a pretender. At the moment, he felt like a Master for the first time in a long time.

He pushed a digit into Titus’s hole, gauging his tightness. Titus was so relaxed that there was only minimal amount of stretching required to ready him for his cock. There was no faking that reaction. He was deep in a submissive headspace, and he was a vessel for whatever Regan wanted to do to him. Good thing, too. He was at the end of his rope when it came to practicing patience. The haze of lust he’d been in since Titus had walked into the meeting house was now to its saturation point. He pushed two fingers into the tight ring of muscle, and Titus begged him almost incoherently for more.

Another finger added to the two he was using and Regan was convinced that he was ready. The beta had no desire to hurt his lover by rushing, but he was beyond happy to have him. He smeared the rest of the slick on his cock head and gasped at the sensation. He was already too damn close.

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