[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Alternative Contemporary Fantasy Paranormal Romance, MM, shape-shifters, werewolves, HEA]
Drake was not in a good mood when the Dog Catchers shot him out of the sky. He's a dragon, not a wolf! And he can only imagine the torture he's in store for.
A young man, blond hair with frosted blue, pink, and purple tips. He had eyeliner on the underside of his eyes, and he wore what looked to be a ratty T-shirt with the sleeves torn off and a leather choker with a ring through it.
Drake blinked again, waiting for that image to change, for it to be revealed to him that someone else had come down here and said those lovely words.
Nope. There was no one else in the room. Just him and that man staring at him with those wide hazel eyes.
As though he were the one being traumatized by something.
Cute though. Very cute. Nice smell, too, despite the grunge look.
“Who…who are you?”
Drake snapped himself out of it. He reminded himself that he was naked, and if his dick got hard looking at this guy, then his only chance for escape might fly right out the window.
“I’m a dragon. Your buddies made a mistake. I’m not a wolf.”
“Not a wolf. Come on, kid, pay attention.”
The young man glared at him. “Not a kid.”
“I don’t care.”
Though, in truth, he kind of did. It was nice to know that he wasn’t having lustful thoughts about someone underage. In truth, the guy did appear to be somewhere in his twenties. God, what was he wearing, though?
“Can you get me out of here?”
“Why would I do that?”
For a guy dressed as though he was getting ready for a rave, he sure seemed shy.
“I told you. I’m a dragon shifter, not a wolf shifter. Your friends picked up the wrong guy. I was just flying through. I don’t want to get dissected. Now if you please…”
He tried to end that sentence with a somewhat calmer, nicer sounding tone. Anything to get this guy to come over here and undo his straps.
The man did step forward. As he got closer, Drake could make out the small dusting of freckles on his cheeks and nose.
Seriously? Drake supposed it wasn’t entirely outside the bounds of reason, but he’d never seen a punk rocker with freckles before.
It was…so stupidly adorable. Drake didn’t have the words to describe it.
The man stepped closer, right up to the side of the table, but he didn’t undo Drake’s straps. He just stared down at him, as though debating what he should do.
Don’t scare him away. If you scare him away, he won’t help you.
Or touch you.
Drake pressed his lips together. Where the hell did that thought come from?
The man looked down at Drake almost as if he were thinking the same thing. There was honest-to-God desire in those eyes, and he smelled so damned good. Drake couldn’t figure out what he was wearing.
Didn’t matter. He had bigger problems to deal with.
“Are you going to let me out?”
Punk rocker guy wet his lips. He actually wet his lips!
“How do I know you weren’t put down here for some other reason? You could be a murderer or something.”
“If I were a murderer, I wouldn’t be naked and strapped to a table in a Dog Catcher facility.”
Those hazel eyes widened again. “This isn’t a Catcher facility. This is my house.”
Now Drake knew he was going crazy.
“This is my house. I have no idea why you’re here.”
Drake’s mind raced. He couldn’t think of any reason why this would make sense.
“Does anyone else live here?”
“My parents do. They’re Catchers.”
The word parents made Drake’s stomach sink.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-six.” A brow lifted. “Why?”
Drake did a little brow lifting of his own.
“You’re twenty-six and you live with your parents?”
“No, dickhead. I’ve got an apartment. I just came to see my dad. I didn’t know there would be some naked guy tied up in my basement.”
“Right, well, now that you know this isn’t normal, will you please let me out?”
The punk rocker guy still didn’t move, though his lack of conviction seemed like a good sign.
“I don’t think I should.”
“I’m not infected with anything.”
“You could still be dangerous.”
“Uh-huh, and despite that, you keep glancing down at my dick.”
Those narrow shoulders tensed. “No I don’t!”
Drake fucking knew it. This guy wanted him.
“It’s okay. I think you’re cute.”
Punk rocker said nothing. The dusting of color on his cheeks seemed to be a good sign, however.
“What? You don’t hear that too often?”
“That’s not your business.”
But it was. There was something happening here, and Drake was pretty sure he could use it to his advantage. That he could get out of here with this man’s help.
“What’s your name?”
Kyle wet his lips again. He seemed to be really struggling to keep his eyes above Drake’s chest.
“Drake. I’m with the Fury Clan.”
“Right, because you’re a dragon?”
“I am.” Drake felt himself more naturally falling into a flirty frame of mind. “Do you like dragons?”
He saw the way Kyle’s throat bobbed. “Kind of.”
That was a definite yes.
Not even just a definite yes. Drake could smell the man’s lust now. Either he didn’t realize Drake was aware of his scent or he didn’t care.
Drake sure as hell didn’t mind that his dick was starting to rise to the occasion, so to speak.
He might be able to do a little better than just getting out of here.
He might be able to take his mate with him.
There was going to be no hard to get when it came to this because he was going to be as easy as possible. He could already tell that much.
It was kind of pathetic.
Drake pulled down the elastic waist of Kyle’s borrowed sweatpants. Kyle’s dick sprang up as though it had been waiting for this for months instead of a few minutes.
He hissed, his hand instinctively moving to cup his dick. Partly to hide it and partly to ease the ache brought on by a lack of friction.
“God, I love the smell of you.”
“Yeah?” Kyle had never been told by anyone that his smell was anything special. It was kind of interesting to hear. He was a little flattered by it, too.
Drake leaned in. His mouth touched down on Kyle’s thighs. He kept his eyes up on Kyle as he kissed his way down and then up, ending with his mouth on Kyle’s knuckles.
The knuckles that gripped his dick.
Kyle took the hint. He let go of his cock and gasped, his head falling back when Drake sank his lips around the head and shaft of his prick.
His entire body tightened as he felt the warmth and the wet sensation of that mouth around his dick.
Kyle’s fingers gripped the sheets beneath him.
So good. So…hot.
It was so ridiculous and so embarrassing. His balls already felt heavy. Kyle felt for sure he was going to implode and humiliate himself. How was this possible? Did he have some weird fetish about being dominated? Maybe he’d been bi this whole time and somehow hadn’t realized it because, mating or no mating, it was stupid to believe that this could be natural. That he could be this close to orgasm after Drake barely put his dick into his mouth.
It wasn’t as though this was his first blowjob, but Christ, it felt so damned good.
Kyle gasped. He reached for Drake’s head. He wanted to push the man down onto his prick and make this dragon shifter swallow him whole.
It didn’t happen like that. The instant his fingers touched that shockingly soft red hair, Kyle shouted and came to his pleasure.
What made it even better was the way Drake swallowed down every drop. The man was a damned master. That was what he was.
Kyle panted for breath after his hips came down. He’d barely realized he’d lifted them as his orgasm hit.
Drake wouldn’t stop lapping at his cock, as though the taste of him was something delicious.
The dragon man groaned when he finished, and somehow, Kyle was still hard.
“Fuck, baby, what you do to me.”
Drake pushed himself forward. He grabbed onto the back of Kyle’s head, their mouths coming together in a hard kiss.
Kyle’s eyes popped wide open. He tasted himself, and he tasted Drake. His heart jumped, and the rush of pleasure was immediate. He moaned, his eyes sliding shut, almost as though against their will as Drake pushed his tongue between Kyle’s lips.
Kyle squirmed. He tried to kick his legs just enough to get the sweatpants all the way down, but it was difficult as Drake kissed him and held him as though he would vanish if Drake dared to let him go.
It was honestly a nice way to be held.
Then Kyle really did feel the need to be taken, to be fucked, to be claimed. He wanted it more than he thought he would ever want anything else. He spread his legs, welcoming Drake between them.
The man fumbled a little, but he seemed to do so only as he pushed himself out of his clothes and shirt. He was getting naked. Holy shit. This was going to be the second time Kyle had seen this man naked, and he wasn’t sure if his body was ready.
Drake pulled away from him, standing just long enough to shove his jeans down.
Kyle did the same, kicking away the sweatpants and freeing his legs.
Now he was naked right along with him.
He felt as though he was about to ride a roller coaster without a seatbelt on. It was crazy.
“Shit. One second.”
Kyle blinked, shocked when Drake suddenly ran out of the room.
He blinked. “What the hell?”
Before he could come down off the high of his lust, Drake returned just as quickly as he’d gone. This time he had a bottle in his hand and a pleased expression on his face.
He smiled knowingly at Kyle when Kyle realized what it was.
“Yeah, sweetheart, this is for you.”
Kyle was never going to get the heat in his body to go down to a normal temperature. He was going to turn a permanent shade of red.
Drake chuckled at him, as though he thought the entire thing was cute. He climbed back onto the bed.
Drake settled himself next to Kyle instead of on top of him. They looked at each other. Drake touched Kyle’s hair, his mouth doing a little quirking thing, but he didn’t ask about all the colors in it.
He just kept looking at him as though he were the luckiest man on the planet.
“Are you ready for this?”
His heart beat so fast. He really did feel like a virgin again, only this time was different because he would be the one on his back, letting someone have their way with him instead of the other way around.
“A little.” Kyle tried not to laugh at that. “I guess there’s no point in lying to you about it. You’re going to figure it out with your weird dragon magic.”
“I don’t have dragon magic.” Drake tilted his head a little. “I don’t think you know what dragons can or can’t do.”
Drake had him on that one.