[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Alternative Contemporary Fantasy Paranormal Romance, MM, shape-shifter, HEA]
Damon Rubin is a human in a world of dragons, on the bottom of the food chain in his clan, and he has a major problem.
A warrior dragon who attacked his clan claimed him for a mate.
If his new mate returns, Damon is supposed to turn him in, but how could he? It's wrong, but how could he turn his back on the one man who makes his blood run hot? When Wolffe is captured, all bets are off.
Wolffe is a mercenary, hired to work for smaller clans, to fight their fights and take territory whenever he can. It was supposed to be another job, meaningless, until he met his mate. The one person who could make his heart flutter.
When his former employer returns to the clan where Damon lives to exact his revenge, Wolffe needs to escape to protect a mate he can never have.
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
Damon was angry with this whole thing now. "Then why did you say I was assaulted before?"
"To get sympathy from the rest of the clan. Part of me hopes you were, because that seems better than the idea you might be mated to…"
He didn't finish. Adon shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. "Fuck, that's a fucked up thing to even think."
"No, I get it. I guess." He looked at the other man. "Better for someone to have kissed me when I didn't want them to than to be mated to a killer."
Adon nodded, seemingly relieved that Damon had done him the mercy of letting him off the hook.
"You will still be paid, you will still work your chores, but Rhoam will be watching over you."
"Was he one of the others who voted to let me stay?"
Adon smiled. "I can't say that or not, but he will be watching you. If that dragon doesn't come back for you in a couple of days, we'll take you out of the clan and try to lure him out."
Damon shivered. "Do I have a choice?"
Damon thought of that man's face again. He thought of the lust he'd seen in those eyes as they dry humped each other against the wall.
He'd thought of the desperation in that man's voice when he'd asked for Damon's name again and again.
"If he is my mate, then why would you think I'd want to help you?"
"Why? You saying he is?"
Damon shrugged, throwing Adon's attitude back at him. "I'm not saying anything right now."
Adon nodded, his mouth quirking, as though he wanted to smile. "Right, well, for one thing, the only way we keep him alive is if you help us. If you don't, then the clan will not only revoke your residency, but there's a good chance you will be arrested, put into chains for aiding a man who trespassed onto our territory and tried to steal one of the mates of a good warrior."
Damon swallowed. "Right, okay."
Damon took his shoulder, gripping it tight. "But he stays alive if you help us bring him in."
"What happens after? There's no jail for dragons."
"We'll figure it out." Adon released Damon's shoulder. "Come on, I'll walk you to your room. It's late."
Damon was an adult and he was pretty sure he could stay out as long as he wanted.
But then again, with everything Adon had told him, maybe he really didn't have a choice in this.
He went with Adon, not at all sure if he would have rather been kicked out than to deal with whatever this was.
This seemed worse than losing his job and his home.
So much worse.
* * * *
Wolffe watched with interest as his mate took his long inhales from the cigarette smoke. It was a lucky break. Most clans forbid the act of smoking because it could mask certain scents.
This one not only didn't, but the clan leader was stupid enough to not have put a stop to it until he was sure the threat had been dealt with.
Proving he wasn't all that experienced with dealing this sort of thing.
So for that, Wolffe had two things going for him. The wind was with him, and with Damon's smoking, he was nicely masked.
But that didn't mean he could be stupid. He couldn't just go over there and say hello.
And he couldn't take him away.
It was just a matter of time. Wolffe was going to make his move. He could almost smell the scent of Damon’s lust for him, his body, his natural scent.
Wolffe just wasn’t sure if that was his brain playing a trick on him, bringing about a memory of scent, or if it was the real thing. Damned smoke made things difficult for him, too.
He had to wait for the sounds of the clan to die down. He had to think of a way to cross the last thirty feet between himself and his mate, and then he was going to—
Shit! He ducked down a little more. The clan leader was coming. Raulf had said his name was Adon. He was here, and just when Damon had gotten closer to him to put out his cigarette.
Fuck. Go away. Turn around and go away.
He didn’t go away. In fact, he got a little too close to Wolffe’s mate for his liking. He bit down on a growl. He couldn’t make a noise. He couldn’t reveal himself before he was ready.
But he could listen. He could listen as that bastard threatened to expel his mate from the safety of the clan, listened as the man spoke of using Damon to capture Wolffe, and what would happen if he didn’t comply.
"If he is my mate, then why would you think I'd want to help you?"
That was his mate. Pride swelled up within him for the bravery Damon was showing with this asshole.
It wasn’t often when a human could show that sort of backbone to a dragon.
Let alone the clan leader.
Wolffe’s mother had certainly been unable to show that strength.
The problem came with what Adon said after.
Not just what he said, but what he didn’t say. What he implied.
They were going to try killing him, were they?
Good luck with that, assholes.
Adon started walking away with Damon, his hand on Damon’s shoulder.
Wolffe was going to break that hand one day.
It was one thing to leave his mate here, in his clan where Wolffe assumed he would be kept safe, but that was no longer an option.
He wasting Damon out of this shit hole tonight.
Wolffe leaned in, his voice warm in his ear. "Sweetheart, I love the sounds you're making, but if you can't control yourself, I might have to keep my hand here."
Damon moaned again. The idea of Wolffe doing that seeming so erotic.
The man snorted. "What, you want my hand here?"
Damon nodded, then moaned again as Wolffe's fingers thrust harder inside him. He moaned freely this time since he knew Wolffe’s hand would muffle the noise.
Wolffe chuckled. "You're a little sub, aren't you?"
Damon never thought of himself as one. He always figured he was the sort who would take charge in bed.
Even though it rarely turned out that way.
But this, being dominated by a powerful male…it was as though every fantasy he never knew he had were all coming together to create something that made him want to implode with pleasure.
Wolffe played to that, learning quickly.
"You want my cock inside you?"
Damon nodded, then moaned again when he felt the hard thrust of those fingers pushing deep inside. The fingertips lingered against his prostate for a hair of a second, pleasure clenching in Damon's lower belly as he soared to strange heights.
Then he was back down again, in bed with Wolffe, panting like an animal in heat.
"Say it." Wolffe pulled his hand away from Damon's mouth. "Tell me you want me to fuck you hard."
Damon nodded. "I do. I want…"
Damon's head dropped between his arms. He could hardly keep himself on his hands and knees, that's what a mess he was.
"I want your dick inside me."
It was as though his brain was telling his body it was the only way for him to keep some sense of control over himself. He needed to be fucked. To be claimed by his mate.
It was natural. It was good, and it would ease this buildup of both discomfort and pleasure that fought for dominance inside him.
Wolffe growled low in his throat, as though that was the very thing he wanted to hear the most.
He pulled his fingers from Damon's hole, the burn still there, still lingering, but then Damon moaned when, after a moment, he felt something thicker, something slick and blunt, pressing against his pucker.
He groaned, clenching his eyes shut as the man thrust his dick between Damon's ass cheeks, teasing him again and again before finally giving the pressure he needed against Damon's hole.
Even slicked, his body resisted. Damon clenched his teeth, waiting for the burst of pain, waiting to be impaled, to belong.
Wolffe's cock finally popped through the ring of muscle, and there was pain, sharp pain that made Damon hiss, but then, just as soon as he felt it, it was overtaken by the pleasure that had already been fighting for dominance.
He sighed, feeling his body stretched open so much he thought he might burst. He felt so full, and the burning sensation was back.
But so was the pleasure.
Damon glanced behind him, looking at what Wolffe was doing, and maybe he shouldn't have looked because then he felt so utterly out of control watching the other man gently pushing forward, stopping, then pushing again. Impaling him inch by agonizing inch.
Damon reached down for his cock, taking it in hand. Even with the lingering pain, he had to hold onto himself to keep his body in some sort of control.
Wolffe chuckles from behind him. "You going to come?"
Damon nodded. "Y-yeah. I'm…oh fuck, I'm so close."
So close he couldn't stand it. He wanted to get off, but he wanted to get off only when Wolf was busy fucking him, not when the other man was trying to sink to the bottom.
"Hurry, please hurry. I need it. I need it so bad."
"I got you, sweetheart. I got you. You just have to try staying quiet."
Damon didn't know how he was supposed to do hold onto his cock and keep a hand over his mouth at the same time. It seemed impossible, but then Wolffe thrust into him a little harder, and Damon felt it. He felt what he'd been waiting for.
Relief. His mate was all the way inside him. He could tell, and as Wolffe adjusted himself with a growl, Damon pushed his ass back against his cock, sighing.
Then Wolffe growled, pulling back before thrusting forward hard. His pelvis pushed Damon's body forward. When he pulled back and slammed forward again, the same thing happened. He kept his pace slow, but he fucked into Damon hard enough that it was a powerful force against his body.
"Damon shook his head, grunting. He tried to hold back the noises he made, but he could just barely do it while gripping the sheets.
He grunted as Wolffe's cock head touched and lingered against his prostate. He moaned long and loud, and once again, he felt his mate's hand around his mouth.
"You need to be quiet, sweetheart. You'll bring the rest of the clan down on us."
Even as he said it, there was a note of mischief in Wolffe's voice. Almost as though he'd kind of like to see that.
Damon wasn't so sure he did, which was why he clamped his lips shut.
It wasn't enough to hold back the sounds, especially as Wolffe growled, and he fucked harder and faster into Damon's body, his pelvis slamming against the back of Damon's ass.
And Damon moaned long and loud.
At least, he would have, if Wolffe weren't still holding his hand against his mouth.
Which was a Godsend and a turn on.
Damon couldn't hold in his pleasure. He was going to come and he didn't want to hold it back anymore. He tried fucking back against Wolffe's cock. His rhythm was off, but somehow he still managed it, and then he felt it, his orgasm, right there. So close he could touch it.