Caring for the Alpha (MM)

Mail Order Mates 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 25,914
4 Ratings (5.0)

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Paranormal, MM, HEA]

Sam was thrown away by his father and brother into a mating he didn't want, and his mate threw him into the mail order mating service. He's trying to work his way out of it, but there doesn't seem to be an end in sight to all the weirdos and cruel alpha's he's come across.

After reading Andre's file, an alpha who's decent to look at, not too old, and kind of boring? Sam wants to be signed right up for that. It would be a vacation to be mated to that male.

Except instead of a boring, mundane time, Andre is shockingly amazing in bed. Like, knocks Sam's socks off, but when he gets sick shortly after their mating, Sam is forced to care for his mate and the house in ways he didn't expect.

Andre finally gave in and bought a mail order mate after the constant suggestions from friends. The omega he thought he would spend his life with dumped him, and he needs some company.

Sam is a bright light in his dark life and gentle when caring for Andre, and Andre falls hard and fast.

But Sam's got family who are searching for him, who want him back, and how could Andre call himself a proper alpha if he tried keeping the omega he loves away from his only family?

Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.

Caring for the Alpha (MM)
4 Ratings (5.0)

Caring for the Alpha (MM)

Mail Order Mates 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 25,914
4 Ratings (5.0)
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Oh, you’re right. I didn’t realize you brought anything in the house,” Andre said at the sight of the backpack sitting next to the door. “But that’s stupid. Of course you did. You need your stuff, right?”

Sam nodded. “There’s, uh, not much in there. I’ve got a change of clothes, some toiletries, your paperwork, my flip phone for my handler, and some of my own stuff, but nothing that should bother you. Do you want to see?”

He hated this part. The part where the alpha snatched his bag and took a look inside, determining what he was and was not allowed to keep for the time he was with them.

One of the alphas Sam had been with was such a weasel that he’d looked at Sam’s flip phone for a solid fifteen minutes, as though contemplating how much he could possibly sell the thing for before deciding it was too outdated and not worth taking.

“Oh, no. You can keep your stuff private if you want. I just would have thought you’d have more with you.”

“We travel light,” Sam said, forcing a smile.

He wasn’t about to be all mopey around here. He was getting closer to his goals. Closer to saving up enough to get the fuck out of this stupid trade and far away from his handler.

Then he might pay a visit to his dad, the dirty cocksucking asshole who sold him in the first place to a “reputable” alpha.

An alpha who got bored of him and then sold him into the mail-order trade less than a month after putting his bite onto Sam.

His brother…

Sam didn’t want to know what was going on with Jason.

His dad had said Jason left the country because he didn’t want to be around when Jeremy finally signed him off to his new alpha mate, and Sam wasn’t sure how much he believed that.

Just for Jason to find out that his own mate hadn’t kept him and that he was now a professional whore? Sam didn’t want Jason seeing him like this.

“Are you okay?”

Sam blinked, coming out of his miserable thoughts. He couldn’t doze off like that, not when he’d promised himself that he wasn’t going to mope around and be miserable.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. I was just…thinking.”

“Oh, well, that’s fine. This is all pretty new, isn’t it?” Andre said, and Sam swore the man looked adorably shy, up until he’d reached up and touched the bite on his shoulder, wincing from the pain and pulling his hand back.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This was it. Andre pulled his hand down, his eyes widening at the sight of the blood there.

It wasn’t thick blood, and the bite wasn’t that deep, but it was enough. A claiming mark of the omega whore he’d only temporarily wanted.

“I’m sorry,” Sam said quickly. “I didn’t mean to, but I just kind of lost myself to it, and…it might not have taken.”


“Omega bites are shallower, and you might not have that connection to me anyway, so it could be fine.”

That was a possibility. Bites had to be specific for them to be for mating.

If Sam got into a fight with another omega and bit their hand defending himself, he wouldn’t end up mating with that omega.

The same was true for alphas.

But Sam hadn’t been fighting the guy. He’d been moaning for him and loving every second the male had been inside him.

It was a mating bite, and even now, he felt the stirrings of their new connection.

He was mail order. He was temporary. The alphas were allowed to bite him. He was not allowed to bite them.


“Don’t worry about it,” Andre said, shocking the hell out of him. “I’m sure it’s happened before, and I bit you, too. So all’s fair, right?”

Sam blinked, his heart rate still sped up as his brain processed what he was saying.

That was literally not how it was supposed to work. The alpha was allowed to tie the omega to him.

The omega was not allowed to tie the alpha to him in return.

Andre kept looking at Sam as if he was waiting for some other reaction, and maybe as if he was a little worried for him.

“How about that drink?” Andre said. “I can show you around the house later. You look like you could use it. Then I can clean up our bites.”

“Sure,” Sam said.

He’d wanted to stay here before even meeting the guy because he’d already seemed more normal than the other alphas he’d been with, but this solidified something in Sam’s mind.

This guy wasn’t normal.

He was as far from normal as they came.




Sam had no idea what was happening to him.

Well, he did know. He was getting fucked. And getting fucked very well.

He liked it. This was probably the first alpha he’d had since his dad had thrown him away that had bothered with making him like it.

His previous mates hadn’t cared one way or another whether or not he was even remotely into what they were doing.

If Sam got an orgasm out of what they did, then it was a bonus for him.

Otherwise, he never held his breath in the hopes of enjoying the sex.

With this alpha, Andre, Sam thought he might not mind this arrangement.

He’d come here thinking about the photo he’d been given of his new alpha, how he wasn’t too old, how he was actually decent to look at, and his profile had even included that he liked watching movies, pizza nights, and long walks.

As if he was signing up for a fucking dating service.

The last alpha who had him was only for a week and a half, and that was due to some oversight in his paperwork.

Apparently, he’d tried signing up to get an omega for a year and a half.

Considering that guy could not come unless Sam was in pain meant that Sam was only too happy to get the fuck out of there and not extend his contract.

So, yeah, an alpha who seemed somewhat normal? A whole month of boring sex and rest and maybe watching movies?

Sign Sam the fuck up for that.

Hence, why he threw himself at the guy.

But now, God, now that Andre was inside him, fucking Sam hard and fast, slamming him into the mattress without it being remotely painful, making Sam feel heady with pleasure…

Yeah, this was where he wanted to stay.

Amazing sex and maybe movies sounded like fucking heaven.

“Harder,” Sam gasped, trying to thrust back against the man as best as he could, trying to hold on to his amazing waist with his legs. “Oh fuck.”

“You like that, Sean?” Andre growled warmly into his ear. “My omega.”

Sam popped his eyes open.

Jesus, for a hair of a second, he forgot about his new name.

He got over it. It didn’t matter what this guy called him. The fact that Sam had bitten him and he didn’t beat the shit out of Sam for that already made this guy a saint, and Sam was not about to complicate things this early.

Or ever.

Andre grabbed a fistful of Sam’s dark hair. “Answer when I speak to you, Sean,” he said.

“Yes,” Sam moaned, his instincts reacting wonderfully to the commanding tone of Andre’s voice. “Yes, I like it. More.”

Andre didn’t growl menacingly at him and tell him he got what he was lucky to be given. He rolled his hips and fucked deeper into Sam, harder without moving faster.

The bed moaned beneath them, and the head of his monster cock continued to heave itself over his prostate again and again.

Sam was going to lose his mind. He found himself sucking on the weak bite he’d given to Andre without thinking about it, tasting skin and a little blood.

Andre growled at him, but it seemed more of a pleased sound as he really found his rhythm.

Sam wasn’t supposed to come before his alpha. He wasn’t allowed, but his pleasure was peaking, and God, he was so pent up, and Andre’s dick kept stroking Sam’s sweet spot and, and…

Sam threw his head back, his spine arching and hole tightening around Andre’s thick cock as Sam came with a long shout.

Andre kept fucking into him because, of course, he did. He was an alpha with alpha stamina, and he had a ways to go before he was finished.

Still, even as Sam’s sensitive body felt every second of Andre fucking into him, the omega side of his brain purred.

He stroked Andre’s arms and back, encouraging the man to take what he wanted, thrusting back against him as he felt Andre move harder and faster, fucking him into the mattress.

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