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Spellbound Temptation (MM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 41,514
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[Siren Allure: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Romance, M/M, wizard, sex toys, HEA]

Typical workaholic Max O’Neil is having trouble concentrating at work lately. Every night, his new neighbor Antony Mendoza opens up his window shades and walks around in the nude, providing the whole world an opportunity to glare at his fine features. When Max finds the courage to tell Antony to stop, he finds himself seduced into the man’s arms.

Max soon finds out that Antony is a wizard, sent from the magic realm to find a special creature to use in a spell that will make him the most powerful wizard in the land. And Antony soon realizes that Max holds the key ingredient for that spell, an incubus demon living deep within his soul. But how does he capture Max when he’s quickly falling in love with him?

Can both men learn to sacrifice familiar things for a chance at love?

Note: This book contains dubious consent.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Excerpt

 

STORY EXCERPT

 

The morning flew by. Max scarfed down a full plate of pancakes smothered in syrup, two pieces of toast, and drank a few cups of coffee. He had to prepare himself for a long day that included writing a report for his coworker, but he wasn’t looking forward to presenting it Monday morning.

Antony didn’t eat much, again. A piece of toast lathered in jelly and a spoonful of cereal. Max wondered why he never ate, but didn’t question him.

As they sipped their coffee, they discussed almost everything from Max’s job to Antony’s new life in the city. Max wanted to know more about his abilities, more about where and how Antony acquired his magic, but he didn’t want anyone to overhear them.

Max glanced up at the clock. “It’s eleven?” He couldn’t believe they’d been there for four hours.

“Is it?” Antony turned in his seat. “Wow. Time sure went by fast.”

Max mixed another packet of sugar in his coffee and gulped the rest of it down. “We better get out of here.” He scooted out of his seat and stood next to the table. Antony hesitated, but when Max snatched up the ticket and plopped down a few dollars tip on the table, he finally moved.

“I don’t really want to leave yet,” Antony said as he stole the ticket from Max’s hand. He dug out his wallet, counting up what they owed.

“Too bad because I’m driving.”

Max pulled his keys from his pocket, but Antony snatched them from his hand and dangled them in front of his face. “No you’re not.” He smiled and walked toward the cashier.

What the…Max darted to catch up. “Give me those.” What the hell was Antony thinking? Max nudged Antony’s arm, but the taller man held the keys high in the air, letting them jangle above his head. Deviant. Max wasn’t going to jump for them like some child. Instead, he let Antony pay the cashier and walk outside.

He attempted to grab the keys from Antony’s hand once out of the cafe, but Antony only chuckled and walked to the driver’s side of the car. “Come on. I really need to—” Before he could finish, Antony was already inside the car, revving up the engine.

Jumping inside, Max couldn’t remember the last time he’d sat in the passenger side of his own car. Matter of fact, he never needed to before. “Just go home.”

Antony pulled out onto the road, and Max couldn’t help but notice they were passing by their turn. “Let’s get some ice cream, first,” Antony said.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s a nice day. Kind of warm. Ice cream sounds good, don’t you think?”

“Not really.” But a chocolate dipped vanilla cone, the kind he loved back when he was younger, made his mouth water. Maybe a quick trip to the ice cream shop wouldn’t hurt, as long as none dripped on his seats and he was back home afterward.

Antony glanced at Max. “See, told you ice cream sounded good.”

“Hurry and go through the drive-thru.”

The small ice cream shop sat on the side of the busy road, a line of cars stretched out from the drive-thru speaker. Max crossed his arms, uncomfortable sitting in the passenger’s side ofhis car. He needed to get home and work on that project for his coworker so he could—with fingers crossed—present it on Monday. Then, maybe, he’d feel better about his work performance from last week.

He stole a glance at Antony, his hands loose on the steering wheel, tapping his fingers on the top of the horn. He was the reason Max needed to improve his work performance. Antony and all his damn spells that made Max fall head over heels.

Minutes later, they were back on the road with their ice cream. Max ordered his favorite, a chocolate-dipped vanilla cone. The chocolate shell in a little curl at the tip reminded him of when he was eight. He used to order them daily when he had lived close to a small ice cream parlor.

Antony had chosen mint chocolate chip in a plastic bowl. He fumbled with it, trying to keep one hand on the wheel, the other on his bowl, while taking frequent licks from the top.

“You all right there?” Max said between bites from the top of his cone.

Antony shook his head. “I should have ordered a cone, too. This is hard to eat.” He swerved around the corner onto a side road leading to a small park.

“What are you—”

Antony interrupted. “I’d like to eat my ice cream.” He slowed down, driving past the playground filled with children, and headed toward the back of the park.

A thick group of trees stretched out, enclosing the parking lot from the rest of the busy park. An empty walking path extended near the river in front of them. In the distance, kids laughed and played, and birds chirped as they circled the river’s islands.

“Antony?” Max beckoned. He didn’t want to spend any more time screwing around.

“This won’t take long. Besides, you need to loosen up a little bit. You’re such a drag.” Antony smiled, and then shoved a spoonful of light green ice cream in his mouth.

A drag? All Max wanted to do was get some work done. That wasn’t too much to ask, right? Maybe he was being a little stuffy, but after the week he had, he needed some peace and quiet.

He eyed Antony, opened his lips to speak, but he froze. Antony took small licks from his spoon. He stared out the window, seeming interested in the nature in front of them. The river, the birds, whatever it was grabbed his attention. Max didn’t think Antony had that in him. A love for the soothing sense of nature, maybe?

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Strange. How was it possible for anyone to get over their lover so fast? It had taken Max over a year to get over his ex, Josh. They’d been together five years. But he’d supposed other people recovered at their own pace. His pace was to eat, drink, eat more, and wallow in self-pity.

“Doesn’t bother you, does it?” Antony asked. His potent hand had traveled to the button on Max’s jeans, preparing to loosen them.

Max shook his head and swallowed hard. But it had bothered him. Two months? What did that mean? Was it serious? Were they split up for good? Antony’s wife could return any moment, couldn’t she? He didn’t have time to voice his opinion. Antony had already wrenched Max’s jeans away from his hips. They fell to his knees, letting the air flick at his bare skin. He shivered, forcing his legs to stop their furious quaking.

Quickly, Antony peeled Max’s shirt from over his head, throwing it to the floor. He brushed his lips against his, and Max couldn’t stop himself from touching. He pressed himself against Antony, tasting him and absorbing his warmth and strength.

With bodies pressed tight, there was hardly room enough for Antony’s hand to snake between Max’s legs, but he’d found his way there. He held Max’s rigid cock in a tight fist and stroked his entire length, stopping at the base to finger his balls.

Max’s eyes widened. He purred at the stranger’s touch, to the vigor of the back he was now grasping onto. Antony tensed as Max’s fingertips dug in to his skin. He couldn’t help it though. He’d wanted to touch Antony for a week now.

Pulling away, Antony stopped his ministrations and grabbed Max’s hand. “I have something to show you.” He tugged Max toward the couch.

“W–What?”

Antony pushed Max backward and he landed on the couch with a thump. “You might like this.” He knelt on the floor between Max’s legs, took his prick in his fist, and licked his lips. Deliberately, Antony ran his tongue across the head of Max’s cock.

What the hell was Max doing? Nothing like this had ever happened before. He leaned his head back and his entire body went taut. He should try to find some relaxation in the fact he was giving himself to this stranger. He wasn’t some inexperienced kid anymore, but he hadn’t been with anyone for a long time, either.

As Antony took his entire length in his mouth, Max let out another moan from deep down in his lungs. He thrust his hips and Antony repeated his motion, this time cupping Max’s balls in his hand and giving them a gentle tug and squeeze.

Every hair on Max’s head stood on end. That was the button. His back arched from the couch. His breath wavered in his lungs. A rush of heat rose through his face.

He felt the warm heat of Antony’s breath on his thigh, then his moist tongue sweeping along his balls. Max blinked slowly. His vision went hazy. As Antony suckled his balls in his mouth, another set of tingles swept through him. He bit his lower lip, tasting the metallic taste of bruised flesh, and tried to remember to breathe.

Throwing his hands over his head, he hit the window with a thunk and remembered the shades were still open. Shit. Anyone walking down the street could get a peep show. Did Antony want to show the entire world everything?

But when Antony slid his hand across his ass cheek, he tensed and snapped his head up from the back of the couch. Antony massaged his tight hole while kissing Max’s thigh. As Antony explored with gentle pressure, Max sucked in a breath to Antony’s finger breaching inside.

“Je–sus,” he moaned, toes curling and legs trembling.

Antony’s eyes caught his, narrowed and thirsty for more. A smile spread on his lips and he twisted his finger until the tip brushed against Max’s prostate.

“Holy…fuck…” Max bit his lip hard this time.

“You’re too much,” Antony said. “But this isn’t the surprise.”

Max’s heart attempted to lodge in his throat. He had no clue what this man had in store next, and he wasn’t sure he could take anymore.

Antony rustled with something near the floor. He straightened his spine and revealed the same black plastic dildo he’d been playing with earlier.

“Wait.” Max stiffened immediately. “Y–you’re not thinking of—”

“Why not?” Antony exposed a bottle of lube. “You really seemed to like it earlier.”

“B–but that’s a bit—”

“Too big? You’ll never be able to handle me, then.”

Max swore his heart stopped. “I…um.”

Antony lathered the dildo with lube while Max reconsidered the situation. Did he want that? Fuck yes! But wait, he wanted to run away. No, he wanted to stay right there.

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