[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, werewolves, public exhibition, light bondage, spanking]
Vampires and werewolves have long been at war on Morgana, but Elijah Gray has plans to change all that. His campaign to unite the bloodsuckers with the warm-blooded beasts they have long viewed as food is a tough sell, particularly to Tobey Lennox, a stubborn werewolf who is dead-set against making any fanged friends…until he realizes Elijah is his mate. When Elijah and Tobey fall in love, they are in for a bumpy ride. Prejudice against interspecies mating runs deep on Morgana, and Tobey and Elijah's unorthodox romance results in Morgana's first-ever political sex scandal. Can love overcome prejudice? And what’s to become of Morgana if its inhabitants can’t find a way to live—and love—in harmony?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Ellen Ginsberg is a Siren-exclusive author.
“So I guess we’re not telling people,” Elijah said, unable to keep the edge from his voice. He hadn’t exactly been chomping at the bit to tell Luke their little secret, but he hadn’t intended to hide his mating from anyone either.
“Isn’t that what you want? I just thought, with your campaign and everything, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to announce it to everyone.”
“Where did you get that idea?”
“I mean, you didn’t exactly correct your friend when he said supporting interspecies mating would ruin your campaign.”
Elijah eyed Tobey, licking his lips as he noticed the haphazard job Tobey had done of tucking in his button-down shirt. One delectable patch of skin was peeking out from the waistband of his slacks.
“I really, really want this to work,” Elijah said slowly. “I know this isn’t going to be easy, but you’re my mate. I can’t walk away from that.”
“Me neither.” Tobey’s eyes dropped to the cluster of papers on Elijah’s desk. “But I also know this campaign is important to you, and I don’t want to fuck it up.”
Elijah shook his head. “You’re not going to fuck up—”
Tobey’s expression grew serious as he looked at Elijah. “You know I will. Luke’s right. Interspecies couples aren’t exactly popular on this plane, especially after the war. If people find out we’re together, they’ll never vote for the Bill of Rights.”
There was nothing Elijah wanted more than to contradict Tobey, but he couldn’t. He was right. It would be more than a scandal. It would end the campaign altogether.
“You really believe in this now?” he asked.
Tobey nodded. “Whatever I said yesterday, I was wrong.”
“You have every right to say what you said. After what happened to you—”
“It’s in the past,” Tobey said firmly. “This is about the future. Look, all I’m saying is that if you think there’s a way that everyone can live together then I believe in you.”
Elijah bit his lip, recalling how hurt and angry Tobey had been when he’d shouted at him in the arena yesterday. He certainly hadn’t seemed to believe in Elijah then, but a lot had changed in the time that had passed since that rally.
His eyes drifted to the newspaper sitting on his desk, complete with the photo of them that was still hot as hell. When he glanced back up at Tobey, he saw his mate had turned an adorable shade of red. Elijah nodded toward the paper then grinned at Tobey. “You think this can be as sexy in private as it is on the front page?”
Tobey turned back toward the closed door then smiled at Elijah. “I don’t know. Ever gotten a blow job at your desk before?”
Elijah smiled. He had a feeling he was going to like this mating thing.
“Oh, shit. Oh, God, Elijah. I can’t—”
Elijah pulled his mouth away from him, breathing hard. “Just come, baby. I’ll make you come again.”
He moved his mouth over Tobey’s balls. Like clockwork, he came. Elijah pulled away, laying his head on Tobey’s thigh to watch the way his face contorted, his mouth open, his eyes closed, his chest heaving. His mouth closed in a pout, and his hips jerked up, pushing Elijah off him before Tobey’s hand came down over the back of his head, urging him to suck his balls again. Elijah lapped at them, sticking his fingers in his own mouth alongside them to slicken them, too, before he reached down and pushed those slick fingers inside Tobey’s hole.
Tobey stayed hard the whole time. Elijah licked a long trail from the base of his dick to his cockhead while he fucked him with his fingers. Tobey groaned and pushed against Elijah as he worked his fingers inside Tobey’s hole, urging him farther, deeper, faster. Elijah had been worried about getting them inside there, but in spite of the tight fit, Tobey continued to mewl and pant and grind against the motion. He made so much noise Elijah had to pull away to watch his face, fascinated by the focused expression he made, even as his lips pursed and then fell open, first in a silent sigh and then in a stream of ecstatic obscenities.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh—”
With one hand, Elijah pushed Tobey’s ass up as the other cracked down on the pale plane of his cheek. “Language,” he admonished, grinning. It wasn’t so much the need to punish Tobey as the desire to see his ass redden under his touch that drove his action.
“Oh—!” Tobey shouted and pursed his lips as if he were trying to think of another expletive to complete his thought. Elijah pressed another finger into him, and Tobey bit his lip as he rode it with a slow, rocking motion. When he opened his mouth, he slowed his movements, and his eyes were pained when he looked at Elijah. “Please,” he panted. “Elijah, I need you to—” He stopped himself, biting down on his lip again. “I want you to—” he began again, and halted. Elijah almost regretted his obedience. He would’ve liked to spank him again. Finally, he shook his head, unable to finish the thought. “Please.”
Elijah nodded as his fingers retreated, and he climbed on top of Tobey. It had been a struggle not to touch himself while he watched Tobey squirm and plead with him, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. Three fingers had been a tight fit, and he half worried he’d come before he pushed his full length inside him.
He lined himself up to Tobey’s tight hole now, unable to think about the size of that small hole compared to the width of his cockhead. Elijah was practically shaking with the force of his need, but he held back, lowering his hand down Tobey’s outstretched legs to spread his ass cheeks wider. “I’ll go slow,” he promised.
Tobey shook his head. “Don’t,” he said. “Just make me come.”
Elijah thrust in, and Tobey’s head fell back. His legs were pushed up in the air so high his knees could almost close over his shoulders. Before they did, Elijah sucked the tender underside of one of them into his mouth. The harder he sucked, the more he felt the blood pulsing underneath his skin, and each thrust inside him made the voice in his head clearer. Mine, mine, mine, it said, its chant pulsing in time to the hard, driving rhythm he’d set for Tobey. My mate, it said this time as he drove in deep, so far Tobey’s mouth fell open and revealed the sharp points of his canines where they’d burst from his gums.
The thought took Elijah so much by surprise he lost his rhythm, and Tobey whimpered underneath him, urging him to push in harder, to thrust long and deep inside him again. He did, but God, he was rattled. Just thinking the word reminded him of what an impossibility that was. Tobey was a werewolf. It was beyond unorthodox. There was no way.
He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, easily able to distract himself with the way Tobey was moaning and writhing beneath him. Elijah put his arms around Tobey, drawing him up to his body, pressing him close so his head rested in the crook of Elijah’s neck and his sharp teeth pressed flat against Elijah’s skin. Tobey rode Elijah’s cock up and down, faster as Elijah ran one claw-tipped hand down the side of Tobey’s neck, tracing his skin and the curve of his collarbone until he found the spot he longed to sink his fangs into. Tobey’s round, smooth ass bobbed against his balls, and Elijah felt them draw up tight as everything inside of him yearned to bite that smooth, tender spot in the hollow of his wolf’s neck.
“I’m close,” Tobey panted, showing the sharp points of his teeth and pressing his mouth to Elijah’s forehead as he stroked his hand through his hair, and Elijah could feel those teeth against his skin as he kissed him. Those tiny pinpricks of Tobey’s teeth meant he, too, had lost his grip on the beast inside him, and the way he pressed those teeth against Elijah’s skin was almost daring him to do the same.
“You want to bite me,” Tobey moaned.
Elijah didn’t know if that was a question or a statement, but there was no way he could hide an urge this strong. He nodded, his voice strained. “I’m sorry,” he panted. “We have to stop, or I don’t think I can keep from hurting you.”
“You won’t,” Tobey said. “I want to be claimed.”