[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Fantasy Paranormal Romance, shape-shifter, M/M, HEA]
Storm is a dragon warrior. He fights and kills warlocks to protect shifters from the Dog Catchers. His new mate is older and recently lost his previous mate to the cruelty of the Dog Catchers. David wants Storm more than anything in the world, but his guilt won't allow it, and it's torturing them both.
Storm wants to take David for himself, but he can't. Not when David is forcing himself to let the mating heat take him. Storm can be patient when he needs to be. He's a grown man and he can prove to his mate that he's worthy of him, that David is safe, and that nothing will happen to the rest of his family.
When it's revealed there is someone in the dragon clan who might have had a hand in David's suffering, Storm will have to use all of his love and patience to keep his mate from doing something he will regret.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
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He couldn’t think, and he could hardly breathe. He’d never been this nervous. Not even when he’d lost his virginity as a teenager.
David swallowed hard. His hair was dark, the same shade of brunet as his son’s. His eyes were gray, too, but there wasn’t that hint of green that Aiden had.
David leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms. “Hi.”
One thing David did have that Aiden didn’t were the flecks of gray at his temples.
Wolves and dragons tended to live longer than humans did, but not so much longer that the aging process didn’t still take effect.
Storm’s mouth was dry. Why was his mouth so dry?
“I was wondering how you were feeling.”
“I know what you were wondering.”
Storm’s spine tensed. “You do?”
Only then did Storm notice the soft bags beneath David’s eyes. As though the man had been doing very little sleeping.
“I’m not a dragon or an alpha, but I still have a sense of smell. I can smell your lust all over you.”
Right. Now Storm really did feel like a damned kid again. He was thirty-three years old, and that seemed way too old to be feeling so nervous about something like this.
“Right. I’m not trying to bother you.”
“I know. I know how this works. You can’t help it, and neither can I.”
Storm glommed onto that quickly. “So you know.”
David looked at him, rubbed his jaw, and then looked away.
Yeah, he really looked as though he needed some sleep.
“Yeah, I know.”
Storm’s heart ached for the man.
Fuck. This was a mistake.
“So, you want to come in here? Get this over with?”
Get it over with?
“I was hoping this wouldn’t be something you’d have to put up with.”
David rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, well, sorry I can’t really show that much interest right now. I mean, obviously I’m interested.”
The man glanced down. Storm’s eyes did the same, and he noted the tenting happening in David’s pants.
Storm pressed his lips together.
He didn’t just see it. He could smell it.
The mating heat would make David’s body react like that. Of course. There was no other way around it. What the hell did he think was going to happen?
It was more than likely the other man had already touched himself a number of times to try to ease the ache that came with a constantly hard dick and full testicles.
Storm had done it a couple times himself that day just so he could have a little self-control when he came here.
Now that he was in front of the object of his desires, could smell the man, and see his obvious lust for him, it was hard.
So fucking hard to tell himself to turn away. To give the man the space he needed.
Storm rubbed at his face.
“You can come in if you want.” David sounded resigned. “Maybe when you’re done I can get some sleep. Or…”
The man trailed off and looked away.
Storm couldn’t do it.
Well, he could, but he couldn’t.
It felt too close to taking advantage. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want to fuck his mate for the first time because David wanted to forget about his lost first love. His first mate.
Or because David thought it was just something he needed to endure.
“Did it ever occur to you that you might have another mate?”
“No.” David shook his head. “I mean, everyone thinks about it at some time or another, right? But after Emily was gone…it was the last thing on my mind. To be honest, the first couple of times I caught the scent of a mate, I thought it was her…”
His voice broke. David cut himself off, likely because he didn’t want to give away anything else, any more of his pain.
And Storm was the asshole who’d come here wanting to fuck him.
He was the asshole who still wanted to fuck him. Emotional pain and all. His body ached for him. His hands itched to reach out and grab David, to push him inside, kiss him, walk him back toward the bed…
David reached for Storm’s wrist. He wasn’t a small man. Not really. He was about the height of his son, but he had a little more bulk in his shoulders.
He was still smaller than Storm was. His fingers couldn’t come close to reaching all the way around his wrist.
And yet, when he pulled Storm into his bedroom, Storm went willingly with him, the door shutting behind them.
The darkness hit him hard compared to the hallway. Did David have no lights on in here or what?
“David, I’m not sure if—”
Storm’s next words were immediately cut off by a pair of lips against his own. Lips that were warm and eager. A tongue that tasted wonderful when it pushed between his lips.
The shock caught him off guard. The taste of his mate, and the sensation of those eager hands all over his body, pulled from him an instinct that refused to be ignored.
Storm’s hands moved across David’s waist to the loose pants he wore and the oversized T-shirt.
He stripped David completely naked, clumsily yanked himself out of his clothes, and then stood shocked as his mate sank to his knees in front of Storm’s cock.
He would have thought that a man who had, so far, spent all of his adult life mated to a woman might be a little shy when it came to this.
It seemed Storm’s fear was for nothing. The mating heat was apparently taking over that last little bit of apprehension.
“I want to forget,” David said, right before Storm felt the pressure of those lips around his cock.
Storm yanked his mate out of his clothes. He had to get the man naked as soon as possible. His body couldn’t handle it. The heat was beginning to suffocate him and not in a good way.
Was that normal? He’d heard that denying a mating heat could be uncomfortable but never that it could lead him to struggle for breath.
Maybe it was all the kissing he was doing. After David came to his pleasure, the scent of his musk was heavy in the air, and the man reached for him, pulling Storm down on top of him, their mouths crushing together as though they were just learning what kissing was.
And it was good. So good that Storm was forgetting to take a couple of breaths between kisses.
David panted for breath whenever their mouths happened to separate, but otherwise, he hardly seemed to notice. The only thing on Storm’s mind was stripping his mate, and David seemed more than eager to help him out of his clothes, as well.
It was daylight now, and even with the curtains shut, it was bright in here. Not dark like it had been the night before.
Which made it much easier for David to take note of Storm’s cock and balls.
It was a little strange, considering he’d just been stroking them together, but now he looked at Storm’s dick as though he’d never seen such a thing before.
The man’s eyes widened as he stared down at it.
“Fuck, you’re big,” he said.
Storm grinned at that. “I am, but so are you.”
Storm’s cock was a touch bigger than David’s, but the beta was still well endowed. The man certainly had nothing to feel shy about when it came to comparing their sizes, but he looked as though he was about to be hit with a bout of bashfulness.
Storm took David’s hand and brought it to his cock. “Touch me. It’s just me.”
David’s hand was still, but the man melted easily, stroking Storm’s cock with a newly found rhythm.
Slowly, Storm was starting to understand the way David worked. Perhaps he hadn’t been like this with his wife, and this might only be a reaction to a new mate of the same sex, but it seemed David had a habit of getting a little shy when they started touching.
After a minute or so, he got used to it and found his place, settling into a pattern, and it was when he relaxed that pattern that Storm was able to touch his mate again without fear of pushing him into something he didn’t want.
He didn’t want David to give himself over because he thought it was something that needed to be done as a result of the mating. He didn’t want the man to do this because it was something that needed to be done and over with either.
This was supposed to be a good thing for the both of them. A good memory they could both look back on and be pleased with.
Storm leaned down to David’s stomach, licking away the seed David had spilled.
The man gasped. “What are you doing?”
Storm looked up at him. He felt a little wild in that moment, as though his inner dragon was spreading its wings and getting ready to take flight.
Then, without answering the man, Storm went right back to what he was doing, tasting his mate, taking David inside himself.
And he was delicious.
Storm blew a raspberry on David’s stomach at those words.
David blinked. He looked so utterly lost it was kind of cute.
“Why would you lick that up?”
“Don’t tell me it’s the first time you’ve ever seen anyone do that?”
He wasn’t about to ask if David’s wife had ever gone down on him. Storm was pretty sure the answer was yes and that she had tasted him in ways Storm was doing now.
He just knew better than to point that out.
David would most definitely not like to hear about his dead wife when Storm was in the middle of pleasuring him.
It was more than likely the other man was only objecting because it was Storm doing it to him. Another man.
“I’ve seen it. You’re just…”
David pressed his lips together. Clearly embarrassed by this whole thing. He nodded.
Storm grinned. “Don’t worry. You taste good.”
He held David’s eye contact as he let his tongue slide along the ridges of David’s stomach. He was in good shape. It was a pleasure to let his tongue make a trail over the muscle of his abs, the small hills, tasting David’s skin and his pleasure.
David gasped, as though Storm had been licking something else the entire time.
“Baby, I want you.” Storm turned his gaze back up to David. “I want to fuck you.”
He could hear the sound of David’s heart beating, the nervous thumping that reminded Storm of a frightened rabbit.
Storm stroked David’s legs, waiting for a yes or no. They were both hard again, and if Storm didn’t get the chance to be inside his mate, he was going to have to run to the freezer, grab the bag of ice inside it, and run upstairs to the tub, and pour that ice all over his cock.