[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romantic Suspense, shape-shifters, werewolves, M/M, HEA]
Derek is a fearsome alpha wolf and a dedicated employee of PAWS Rescue. He’s always on top of his game, except when he’s drinking away his sorrows after he failed to protect his sister. Even falling down drunk, he knows when a fight starts outside he needs to protect the innocent party. Especially when he discovers the young, skittish human is actually his mate.
Aiden just wanted to escape. After spending five years as a prisoner of a wild rogue pack, he got away—but they’re after him now, and he needs to hide.
Aiden doesn’t trust alphas. He hates shifters, and yet he’s drawn to this one, who wants to kiss him, love him, and protect him, and Aiden can’t think of any excuses to stay away.
Derek is too good to him, and Aiden wants to take whatever he can get…though Derek might have his work cut out for him when the alphas Aiden escaped from come to collect.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
Aiden's Last Chance (MM)
12 Ratings (4.5)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing




He did go flying, and it was a beautiful sight to see as the man went ten feet off the ground before landing hard in the trash bins.

A fucking knife was sticking out of the back of his shoulder. No wonder that hurt so much.

Derek rounded on the man still holding his Green Eyes, and now Derek’s teeth were coming out, as the animal within was beyond enraged.

Green Eyes slammed his elbow down against the thug’s groin.

The man doubled over, allowing Green Eyes to push himself against the side of the building, putting a healthy distance between himself and his attacker, and Derek, feeling an excellent swell of pride for the man, charged at his attacker.

He didn’t have to punch him or use his claws. Derek ran forward, using the force of his body to slam the back of his hand against the human’s face.

Just like his friend, he flew. When he came back down, the man popped back up to his feet, as if he was a sudden bundle of energy, his eyes wide.

Instead of keeping on with the fight, he and his other friend started to run, eyes wide, glancing behind themselves from time to time to make sure Derek was not following them.

And he wanted to. Derek wanted to follow after them. He wanted to kill them. He hadn't wanted to kill someone in...not for a long time. He knew better, knew how to keep the rage of his wolf well under control, and yet his prey drive was making him crazy. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air, catching the scent of those humans just in case he did decide to chase after them.

God, he wanted to.

Something tethered him to this spot, preventing him from leaving when he wanted to go after those shitheads so damned badly.

Panting and puffing for breath, Derek slowly turned his head to the side. His lungs burned for breath, even though, really, the fight hadn’t been that long or required much physical effort.

Fuck, were these knives silver-plated? Shit.

Green Eyes was still there. Derek had to squint to see him. His vision was blurring, but he was definitely there, and he was looking at Derek as if he didn’t know what to make of what had happened.

Humans didn’t often like being around shifters. Not that Derek could blame them, what with all the shit happening with the rogue packs.

“You can go home now,” Derek said. “They won’t bother you.”

He fell to his knees. He was getting tired. The silver was taking its toll, and now he was more than starting to feel the pain welling up within him.

Pain, hot and burning, coupled with the dizziness of the booze he’d been drinking, and he was just tired in general.

He closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, the young man was kneeling in front of him.

Derek smiled at him. “You know you’re actually kind of pretty up close. Nnnk!”

The sudden pain hitting him, the burning sting of it, when Green Eyes pulled the knife out of his hand made every nerve in his body stand up straight.

“God,” he moaned. “You’re pretty, but that was cruel.” Derek giggled at that, and even when Green Eyes reached up and started feeling around Derek’s back where the other knife was, Derek knew what was coming and he still laughed.

Then the next rush of pain, and fuck that sucked.

At least they were out, and Green Eyes held both knifes in his hands as he kneeled in front of him, as if presenting them to Derek.

He kept his eyes downcast.

“What, not even a thank-you?” Derek said. “How about this? Thanks for taking the knives out of my back. Your turn.”

The man ducked his head a little more, but Derek could hear the swift beating of his heart.

And he still smelled so good. Good enough that Derek wanted to lean in and take in that scent even more.

It made him want to grab this young man and hold on tight. He wanted to taste his skin.

“Thank you.”

The voice was so soft Derek almost didn’t hear it, and when he did, he felt stupidly happy about it.

“So you can talk.”

Green Eyes didn’t answer, but he did blush some more.

“What’s your name?”

A hesitation.

“What? Don’t like to talk?” He didn’t ask it to make fun of him. He was genuinely curious.

And even in his drunken stupor, he felt bad for asking. Maybe he didn’t like to talk, and if he didn’t like to talk, then Derek figured he should be doing anything and everything he could to make it so that Green Eyes never had to do something he didn’t want to do.

“Aiden,” he said again, his voice soft and barely there.

Derek smiled at that. “Glad to know it.”

He was glad, too. Somehow, knowing this young man’s name meant a lot more to him than it probably should have.

“It’s a pretty name,” he said. "I'm Derek."

More blushing. Aiden was going to give himself a nosebleed if he didn’t cut that out soon enough.

Fuck, he was good to look at though. Derek couldn’t entirely understand what it was he thought was so fascinating about the man, but all he wanted to do was lean in and get a closer look at his mouth…

He didn’t mean to kiss him, but he did. He imagined it wasn’t a very nice kiss, considering he was covered in blood and smelled like booze, but Aiden allowed it.

Sort of. His body tensed, and he inhaled sharply, but the smaller man didn’t push Derek away.

When Aiden’s body melted against him, that was when Derek seemed to lose all control, and the hard, dirty, snowy ground came up to meet his face.




Claim him. Make him yours. Take him. Fuck him.

On and on the voice went. There was no ignoring it, and Derek couldn’t ignore it. He was working halfway on instinct as it was, and after his mate came on him, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Derek gripped Aiden by his hips, pulling him forward and guiding him to sit up on his knees a little more.

Derek reached down, taking the base of his dick in hand. He growled, sliding the head between Aiden’s ass cheeks, feeling the sweet friction of smooth skin. It was wonderful. He needed so much more than this.

“After this, you belong to me, understand?”

Aiden nodded, his face bright red, his arm still moving as he stroked his cock. It was still hard, as to be expected in a mating.

Derek wasn’t gentle for this next part. It was almost impossible for him to be when he had his mate right here and the man was so ready for him.

He pushed his cock inside that tight, sweet hole hard and fast. He used more pressure than he knew he would have had he been in full control of himself, but the scent of his mate’s cum on him, and with the prize of an orgasm being so close, it was impossible to hold back.

Aiden released a sharp cry that sounded equal parts pleasure and pain. His asshole clenched almost painfully tight around Derek’s cock, but it wasn’t enough to make him stop pumping forward and back the instant he was balls deep.

There was no chance for him to hold still and simply enjoy being inside his mate. He had to move. To take in the pleasure, the heat, and the wonderfully erotic noises coming from Aiden’s throat as he got into the groove of it and started thrusting his ass back in time with each of Derek’s movements.

At first they were out of sync, but then they started to meet each other. They started to find each other.

Aiden kissed him. A lot. As if he thought that was the only thing he could do when he was in the middle of being fucked so well.

Derek liked it. He liked the hint of innocence it gave to his mate.

He hated that he was soon going to take that from him, but at least it would be him that did it, that his mate would learn all there was about being made love to by him.

Exactly the way it should be when it came to a mated pairing.

“Good, so good,” Aiden moaned. He then pressed his lips together, as though trying desperately to keep himself from letting out any other noises that could give away what a good time he was having.

Derek didn’t want that. He wanted to hear every noise, every word of pleasure. He wanted it all.

He leaned in, wetting his lips and finding one of Aiden’s nipples as he bounced the man on his lap.

It took two tries before he could properly latch his mouth onto the first hard nub, but when he succeeded, the sharp cry of pleasure, the hard clench of Aiden’s asshole around his cock, and the way he threw his head back was more than enough to let Derek know what he was doing was good.

Derek gripped tightly to Aiden’s hips when the man stopped moving. Derek guided him, encouraging his mate to keep going while Derek sucked on his nipples one at a time.

But Aiden seemed almost paralyzed from the pleasure, and he moved only when Derek pulled his hips forward and back, thrusting into him at an easy pace at first and then hard enough to make his mate bounce up and down on his cock.

And still, Aiden couldn’t seem to get control over himself. Even when he did try to start moving again, he had to stop quickly, shaking his head.

“What’s wrong?” Derek asked.

“My knees,” he said. “Feel like jelly. I’m sorry.”

At least they didn’t hurt. That would have been harder for Derek to solve.

But knowing this? It was enough to make him smile. “Usually your legs are supposed to lose all strength after I’m done with you.”

Aiden blinked, as if he didn’t understand.

Derek chuckled, kissing him softly on the lips before pulling back. God, it would always be hard to stop kissing that mouth.

“Don’t worry. Keep squeezing around my cock, and I’ll keep your hips moving. I like it when you do that to me.”

“Really?” Aiden asked. “You’re not mad?”

“Christ, no, never.”

If his mate ever thought he would be angry with him for any reason, then Derek was going to have to work hard at making sure he knew nothing could be further from the truth. “Just trust me. Keep your body moving as much as you can. If you can’t move that much, then just clench your hole around my cock.”

Aiden did as he was told, much sooner than Derek had thought he would. He groaned when the pressure came, not expecting it in the least.

He growled through the pleasure, fucking into his mate harder and faster.

Aiden cried out softly through each forward thrust. He let his head fall back. He tried to push his hips back down against Derek’s from time to time in a vain attempt at participating, but every time it seemed to be for nothing, as Aiden eventually gave up and just let Derek do what he wanted with him.

“Tell me you like it,” Derek said, his balls tight and his pleasure rising with each hard thrust into his mate. The sound of their flesh slapping against each other just served to heighten his pleasure, stimulating him further.

Aiden didn’t answer him. Not with words. His body collapsed against Derek’s chest, his arms coming around his neck and shoulders as if he was fighting to hang on tight and never let go.

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