[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]
Alpha Gideon Channing isn’t just the leader of his pack in New Orleans. He’s also the owner of Silver Bullet, a gay club that offers everything from a dance floor to a dungeon. The club caters to all of its customers from shifters to vampires and even humans.
Josh Gordon is human. He’s just graduated college and is ready to party. He knows that paranormals exist. In fact, everyone does. It’s not a secret. After drinking and dancing with his friends, large arms wrap around him and he’s instantly blown away that a huge wolf shifter would be interested in him.
The two men spend a wild night together, but when Josh wakes up, he’s scared of the awkward morning after. He can’t understand why his heart hurts with each step he takes toward the door. Before he can sneak out, Gideon stops him and convinces him that he needs more than just one night.
A Siren Erotic Romance
- Susie Cupcake
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Gideon Channing scanned the crowd through the monitors, looking for any signs of trouble. It was his job to make sure that all the shifters, humans, and vampires mingled well together. No one had ever been injured or forced to do anything since the opening of his place, Silver Bullet, and as owner and pack Alpha, he planned on keeping it that way. From his office, located above the club, Gideon couldn’t hear the pounding music, but he could enjoy the view. Sitting back, he watched gorgeous, half-naked men gyrating across the dance floor rubbing against each other, creating a sea of delicious, sweaty flesh.
His pack of red wolves had changed so much over the years and he was content with the way things were. Before his father became the Alpha, the wolves had been ruled with an iron fist. Members of the pack were punished and put to death for whatever infraction the tyrant of an Alpha considered to be disgraceful or wrong. Families were broken a part, children slaughtered for stepping out of line, and men and women were held to different standards. He could still remember the night when he came clean and told his father he preferred men. He didn’t expect the man to accept him as easily as he had, with open arms. That same night, his father told him a heartbreaking story about an uncle he never knew existed. The man had been killed for his sexual preferences, murdered, before his father was old enough and strong enough to step in and fight. Since then, his father felt guilty over the loss of his older brother. A man that, from what Gideon heard, he resembled in a lot of ways.
When he took the reins from his father, the few families that remained went with his parents to Europe. Now, his pack consisted of gay men, a haven for anyone that needed a safe place in honor of the uncle he never knew. Some of the men he’d grown up with and others found and joined them over the years. Their numbers were growing and he always welcomed anyone who needed a place to call home. The club’s success could be attributed to the entire pack and their hard work. The Silver Bullet had become well-known for catering to everyone and their tastes, whether conservative or wildly kinky. The large profits not only helped them all live a life of luxury, it also paid the way for the younger members to further their education. College and traveling were important elements in a young pup’s life and he didn’t want any mistakes closing this place down.
Ever since the paranormal world had been exposed to human kind, years ago, they’d lived in relatively peaceful conditions. There were rogues, but they were policed closely by a group called F.P.A., or Federal Paranormal Agency. The paranormals couldn’t be blamed for everything though. Humans committed crimes and killed all the time. There were radical groups also known as PARA-haters out there, but their numbers were small and Gideon’s pack hadn’t had any problems with them for a while. Wherever those troublemakers were, he was glad they weren’t in New Orleans, harassing his pack.
After humankind got over the shock that shifters and vampires were real and not a myth, most humans became curious about paranormals. Over time humans started trusting that they weren’t in any danger. Gideon named the club Silver Bullet as a little joke since many humans believed that shifters or werewolves could only be killed with silver. He wouldn’t confirm or deny that rumor.
Gideon’s hope was that the Silver Bullet would bring everyone together, paranormals and humans alike.
Having a club was also a good excuse to help his pack find their mates. He’d been searching for his own far too long in his opinion. At thirty-five, he was ready to settle down with a good man by his side.
Scanning each screen, he watched his employees for a few minutes before checking each dark corner, the dance floors, and even the private rooms. Security and safety would always be his top priority. Everyone coming inside his club knew that, and all the players agreed to the discreet surveillance. It was one of the reasons they were always busy. The other was due to the fact that they were the hottest gay club in the state, and quite possibly the country.
The Silver Bullet was a sprawling building, almost a block long, in the warehouse district in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was a well-known hangout and attracted lots of different clientele. Luckily, they could accommodate everyone’s tastes. From quiet, relaxing atmospheres to extreme forms of BDSM, the club had it all.
Gideon made sure to do his homework before opening. He wanted this place to be the go-to for paranormals and humans alike. The sprawling club was cut up into different mini-clubs, some more private and exclusive than others. In fact, in order to get into the dungeon, each member needed a background check and a psych evaluation. If they passed, then they were given their own four-digit code.
He loved New Orleans. It had it all. The big city, music, food, swamps, and open spaces that allowed him to shift and run freely. To him, Louisiana wasn’t like any other place in the world. There was a certain magic that hung in the thick air and clung to a person.
Paranormals were everywhere, all over the world, in every city. For the most part, within each city, the different factions kept to themselves. Los Angeles, City of Angels, was the home of actual angels, some vampires, and a few demons. New Mexico, also known as the State of Enchantment, was the home of witches, warlocks, and different breeds of shifters. Texas, with all of its open spaces, was home to a lot of paranormals, but mostly big-game shifters. The list went on and on. His own pack of Red Wolves was a rare breed that could be found in Louisiana.
After a few minutes of watching the sexy men on the screen, he heard a knock before the door opened. Gideon swiveled his chair around and grinned as his Beta, Sean Griffin, strolled in. His best friend could easily be mistaken for his brother. They looked similar in a lot of ways.
“Enjoying the view, I see. You should come down and see it up close and personal.” Sean winked.
Gideon stripped and sat down on his couch, spreading his legs in invitation. Josh looked his fill, staring up and down his body, licking his lips. Did the man know that he moaned? Gideon’s cock jerked as his mate licked his lips. Josh took off his clothes and drove for Gideon’s cock. He practically swallowed the whole length in one gulp.
Standing up, Gideon held the base of his cock and looked down at his mate, positioned on his knees, his eyes staring straight at his cock as if it were a meal and he were a starving man. Gideon pulled Josh back onto his hard length and leaned over, rubbing his big hands down his mate’s soft back to his perfect little bubble butt. He squeezed, gripping the hard flesh before delivering a gentle slap. Gideon moved one hand around and palmed Josh’s hard length, stroking the flesh. Josh went wild, sucking harder, moving his mouth rapidly as he bobbed his head.
“That feel so good, boy.” Gideon palmed the back of Josh’s head and flexed his hips.
Josh relaxed his throat and Gideon took control, fucking his mouth. He held Josh’s face, pulling him on and off his hard length. Gideon pressed in deep, his whole length down the boy’s throat, and looked down into Josh’s eyes. He pulled out and lifted Josh up onto his feet.
Gideon captured Josh’s lips in a hard kiss before picking him up in his arm. He sat back down on the couch, their tongues entangled as Josh rubbed against his cock. He moved his hips, showing Gideon what it would be like if he was on top. Desperate for a taste, he moved down the couch and pulled Josh up his chest. When his mate’s cock was directly in front of his face, he grabbed both of his ass cheeks and pulled Josh toward him.
His mate moved his hips frantically, shoving his length down his throat. It was so incredibly hot.
“I want to suck you too.” Josh whined his desire.
Gideon moved sideways so that he was lying on his back. Josh pulled his cock free from Gideon’s mouth and turned around, diving for Gideon’s cock once more. Spreading his boy’s cheeks, Gideon licked his hole, pushing his tongue in deep. From his position, he pulled Josh’s cock back, sucking the tip frantically as he slid his thumb inside the tight hole. He alternated between the head of Josh’s cock and his asshole. He nibbled, sucked, licked, and ate at his mate.
“Lean over the edge of the couch,” Gideon ordered.
He needed to mark and claim more than he needed to breathe. Getting up off the couch, Gideon found a bottle of lube in the side table. He clicked open the bottle and applied a liberal amount, pumping his cock. He watched Josh move, arching his back and spreading his legs. Josh never broke eye contact as he leaned forward, presenting that perfect ass. Gideon stepped up behind his mate, rubbing his hands down the soft skin of his back, hoping to calm and reassure the other man.
Gideon rubbed Josh’s asshole. His fingers were still moist with lube, so he pushed one finger in, testing. Hot. Tight. Gideon slowly twisted his finger and pumped a few times before adding a second finger. He opened the tube and added more lube before scissoring his fingers and adding a third finger. Josh bucked, squirmed, humping the air in front of him.
“Oh, fuck! I need you. Please…inside, now.” Josh begged and pleaded.
When Gideon felt his mate was properly stretched, he lined up his dick, flexed his hips, and slowly pushed in. His cock pressed past the tight ring of muscle. His mate was tight, so Gideon took his time easing inside. Josh whined, moving his hips, and Gideon stopped him.
“Easy, baby. Nice and easy,” Gideon murmured. With one hand he gripped Josh’s hip and with the other he rubbed up the smaller man’s back, petting him.
Once he was buried deep, Gideon placed one hand on the wall for support and wrapped the other around Josh’s waist. He flexed his hips, enjoying the tight grip of his mate. Fuck! Had anything ever felt so fucking good? Had any ass ever been tighter? No.
“Oh…oh…oh…God! Don’t. Fucking. Stop! So…damn…big…oh…oh.” Josh kept talking, making noise, and pushing Gideon further.
He wanted to see the man’s face when he came. That became imperative. Pulling his hard cock free, Gideon flipped Josh onto his back. He lifted one leg up over his shoulder and pushed the other out. Lining his cock up with Josh’s ass, he buried his length once more.