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Taming Tarek (MM)

Z Pac Alpha Shifters 1

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Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 36,376
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[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]

Tarek Falco was hardened as a young boy after witnessing the tragic death of his mother at the hands of a Panthatarian. Over the years he grew to detest their breed and all those around him. Now as an Oath Keeper his job is to keep Zarantaria safe, though few can tolerate him.

Micah Tulsen is the youngest of his Spartician brothers. With his rugged good looks, he usually has more suitors than he knows what to do with, though none of them much interested him like someone always had.

On the twentieth anniversary of Tarek’s mother’s death Micah watches him from afar, unnerved by the unrelenting connection he feels for him. With Tarek focusing solely on seeking revenge against the Panthatarian that killed his mother, Micah steps in refusing to let the past eat away at Tarek and destroy him.

The question remains…can Micah tame his wild beast? Or will Tarek’s unrelenting rage end up destroying them both?

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Taylor Brooks is a Siren-exclusive author.

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Tarek swung his leg over the side of Bailey and slid off the saddle. “Are you crazy? You can’t have an open flame out in the middle of the forest!”

Micah looked around. “An open flame? I’m a good twenty yards from any tree, and I dug a pit and surrounded the small fire with small boulders. This fire is the epitome of fire safety.”

“Do you have a permit?” Tarek asked indignantly.

He was pissed that this guy was daring to question his authority. “A permit?” Micah shook his head from side to side and laughed. “Do I have a permit, he asks.”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Myself.”

Tarek raised a brow and looked down at Micah. “You on something? Have you been smoking some of those roasted Eucayan leaves?”

Micah burst out into laughter and rested his stick across the fire. He then stood up and brushed himself off. “Look, man. I don’t know what your deal is. I mean…I do, but I came out here to relax. So if you don’t mind I’d like to be left alone. I think last night I gave you enough of my time. If you know what I mean.”

Tarek listened to the man who was apparently having fun mocking him. He’d seen Micah more in the past day than he probably had in months. It seemed odd to him that this guy just started showing up everywhere he was. He never believed in coincidences before, and he wasn’t about to start now.

“Have you been following me?”

Micah was reaching for a bottle of liquor from his satchel when he turned back to Tarek with apparent disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Are you following me?”

Micah popped the cap off of the brown bottle and tossed back a swig before answering. “Not that I’m admitting to anything here, but why pray tell would you think I was following you?”

Tarek shrugged. “It would make sense. It wasn’t until this morning that I realized you were watching me the other night on Ranier’s Ledge. Then last night you were watching me at Lake Paskee. Now tonight I happened upon you not once, but twice while I’m out in the valley. That’s a whole lot of coincidence for just a few days.”

“Hold on there, big guy. Before your ego explodes allow me to let you in on something. You found me twice tonight. Not the other way around. I was already here when you came up to me. So, while you’re rolling all these inane theories inside that big old head of yours, consider that, too.”

“I’m just saying. Seems suspicious to me,” Tarek pointed out smugly while crossing his arms.

“Seems suspicious? Does it now? Well if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black, I don’t know what is.”

Tarek wasn’t amused by his analogy. He never heard his brother mention Micah Tulsen to him before, but he was suddenly becoming very curious if the two knew one another in more than just passing.

“Meaning?” he asked.

“It seems a little hypocritical for you to be calling my behavior suspicious. Not sure you have much right to pass judgment on anyone. You’re the most suspicious and dreadful person I know. But, hey I’m just one person. It’s not like the whole Z Pac thinks you’re an ass or anything. Or wait…oh that’s right. They do.”

Tarek worked his teeth together as his annoyance built. “Think you’re pretty cute, don’t you?”

“Hey.” Micah shrugged. “Just saying.”

“Whatever. I don’t have time for your shit. And truthfully, I don’t really care what you or anyone thinks about me.”

Tarek stalked back over to Bailey and stuck his foot in the stirrup. He was about to hop on the saddle when Micah offered another jab.

“I know, right. I mean who cares what an entire society thinks of you. We can’t possibly be right. I mean surely each and every one of us are wrong and you’re not an abrasive asshole. Surely we have all misunderstood your shitty attitude. And in truth you’re really a swell guy.”

He turned on his heel and pointed his finger out in warning. “Watch it!”

Micah just laughed and took another swig of his liquor. “Whatever. Go be a dick somewhere else. I’ve got some relaxing to do, and you are ruining my good time.”

Tarek glared at him. What an obnoxious ass to think he could talk to an Oath Keeper like that. “You’re just pissed because I didn’t get you off last night.”

Micah stopped himself in mid drink and tilted his head to one side. He opened his mouth, obviously prepared to say something, but just as quickly he closed it and replaced the cap back on his bottle before placing it back in the satchel.

“What’s the matter? Hit a nerve?” Tarek challenged him.

“Get the fuck out of here.” Micah’s voice came out in a whisper, but it was laced with despise.

“You don’t tell me what to do.” Tarek stalked back over to Micah and closed the distance between them. Once they were face-to-face he added, “I want an answer. Have you been stalking me?”

“No, damn it! Now get the fuck out of here before I do something we will both regret,” Micah warned.

“Are you threatening me? Need I remind you that I’m an Oath Keeper? To threaten an Oath Keeper is to threaten the entire Z Pac. It goes against our bylaws and —”

“Oh my fuck! Shut the hell up! Are you always this full of yourself? What? This is Tarek Falco’s world, and we’re just all lucky enough to live in it?” Micah screamed at him.

“That’s it. I’ve had it with you. I’m taking you in. You have no respect for…for…anything!”

“Wrong. I have no respect for you!” Micah bit back.

“Oh really?” Tarek crossed his arms. He could feel the knowing prickle of his Spartician fur poking through his skin. He was furious that he was letting this fucker anger him so.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

In all his years of different lovers and different species of men he’d fucked and sucked he had never felt the things that he was experiencing with Tarek. His heart was being squeezed tight, almost painfully so in a warm grip that scared and delighted him all at once.

Since Tarek’s admission he had opened a door to Micah that he knew was special. It wasn’t just his body he was going to be offering, but a part of him that no one had ever seen or been a part of. He might be arrogant and disliked by most, but soon he would be all his, and Micah wouldn’t care what anyone thought then.

He dropped his clothes in a ball with Tarek’s and knelt down between his knees. His cock brushed alongside Tarek’s and sent a shiver down his body. Reaching down, Micah grabbed Tarek’s cock with his own and wrapped his fingers around the two of them. Slowly he worked his hand down, teasing them both with gentle strokes.

Tarek lifted his ass off the ground and dropped his head back against the ground. In the daylight Micah could see more of his body. The subtle canvas of his physique was painted with curves and valleys of different muscles of varying size. His chest was sprinkled with light-brown curled hair which worked its way down into a V at his stomach. His thighs were long and strong with the same hairs covering his limbs.

It brought back memories of the night he watched him in the water. The way he played so carelessly when he thought no one was watching. That was the Tarek he wanted to know, the one that he never let anyone see.

He wondered if Tarek shifted much at all. He seemed so hard and rough most of the time, Micah doubted that he ever took the time to experience the joys that being a Spartician could offer.

They were the one of the strongest breeds of the Z Pac and their vibrant colors of gold-and-white fur decorated with black spots made them some of the most beautiful as well. Micah had found many of his own mates by their shifted form. There was something so sexy about man once he had shifted into his alternate self.

He decided that would be there next step. Together they would shift with one another. He’d teach Tarek the joys of being a Spartician, rather than hiding who he was behind his harsh exterior.

Micah continued the delicate taunt on both of their cocks until he couldn’t take it another moment longer. “I have to have you.”

His statement wasn’t a warning or a question. It was fact. He released both of their cocks from his hold and scooted closer between the apex of Tarek’s thighs. He lifted Tarek’s bottom who looked at him nervously.

“It’s okay. I’ll be gentle. I would never hurt you,” he promised.

Tarek nodded and relaxed his tense muscles. Micah positioned his knees underneath Tarek’s cheek so he was in an upward angle. Then he used his hands to spread them apart until he saw Tarek’s puckering hole.

Sweet God almighty. He was staring at glory. Tarek’s tiny hole was pulsating and moving in and out with the tense muscles which protected his virgin hole. He watched in admiration as it fluttered open and closed every few seconds with Tarek’s rapid breaths.

“It’s okay, baby. Trust me to take care of you.” He wasn’t demanding this time. He was assuring Tarek, calming him so he could enjoy it.

Micah brought his hand up to his mouth and spat some saliva onto his fingertips. He brought the wetness down to Tarek’s ass and pushed the moisture around his entrance, poking and probing until Tarek relaxed enough to allow Micah’s two fingers inside.

Tarek moaned and his back arched against the hard ground. Micah knew that sound and knew it wasn’t pain which was inflicting his lover, so he continued his ministrations until he worked a third and finally a fourth finger inside.

Tarek’s body started to buck and writhe under Micah’s intrusion, and it was nearly his undoing. His cock was dripping with pre-cum. He was beyond ready to lose himself in the tight heat of Micah’s ass. For some reason though he couldn’t stop himself from finger-fucking Tarek’s ass. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed, and he’d seen a lot of sexual things over the years.

“Fuck me,” Tarek moaned between breaths.

That had been the final straw. Micah wasn’t just making himself suffer. Tarek wanted it, too. He couldn’t wait any longer. There was no way he’d last a second longer.

He removed his fingers and cupped the head of his cock. Working the leaking moisture around his shaft, Micah bit out a few curses to try and rein in his orgasm. He was so close he could already sense his impending climax. It was mere moments away.

Once his cock was slick he positioned himself at Tarek’s entrance. His eyes flashed open to Micah’s and together they connected. Their eyes locked together and Micah whispered, “You are mine.”

With a fierce and primal drive, Micah thrust into him. Tarek howled something into the quiet forest and Micah held himself still. Tarek’s muscles closed in around him, sucking, massaging, and vibrating against his cock.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as the sensations enveloped him. Neither one of them moved, but Micah knew without a doubt that he was being fucked harder than he’d ever been before. The million or so nerve endings inside Tarek’s tight channel were working him over and showing him who was in charge.

He opened his eyes, not even realizing that he’d shut them and looked at the trees around him. He felt light-headed and delirious as he continued to ride whatever wave Tarek was taking him on.

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