[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, shape-shifters, HEA]
Waking up with memories of an erotic night spent in the arms of the sexiest man he has ever met, Azizi Dane is determined to track Manu Ucathya down and find out if there is a chance for more. But getting to Manu may be harder than he thought, especially when Azizi's father arrives to take him home, by force if necessary.
Manu Ucathya is bound and determined to claim his anamchara once he meets him. He follows the time-honored traditions of his tribe and approaches Azizi Dane's father. When Azizi is brought to him unconscious and handcuffed, Manu is enraged. When Azizi wakes up with no idea why he is there, Manu feels like his heart is breaking.
But keeping Azizi proves harder than Manu thought, especially when a misunderstanding drives Azizi from his side and right into the hands of the hunters. Saving Azizi may be just as hard. Someone close to Manu holds his anamchara responsible for things that Azizi has no knowledge of but they are determined to make him pay anyway—with his life.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4.5 STARS: "Azizi Dane awakens after a night of drinking with a headache but also the remembrance of spending the night in the arms of Manu Ucathya. Determined to find him and explore some more, Azizi is sidetracked by his father who arrives and demands he come with him He is more than willing to use force to bend Azizi to his will. When Manu meets his anarchy, he is determined to do everything according to tradition and approaches Azizi‘s father. When Azizi is brought to Manu bound and beaten, Manu is alarmed. His alarm changes to heartbreak when he realizes Azizi does not know why he has been brought to Manu. Manu and Azizi have a lot communicating to do. When a misunderstanding causes Azizi to run, he is captured by the hunters. Manu will have to work against time to find Azizi when it appears the conspiracy to keep them apart starts with those closest to him, who want nothing more than to have Azizi pay with his life. Azizi was not his father but many had a hard time distinguishing that, causing him a lot of pain and suffering. Manu followed his tribal traditions and was confused when things went wrong. Communication was the key and not just partial explanations. These two needed to sit down and go through full disclosure. It would have saved them both some pain. Love between blossomed and it was that love that finally saved them. Alternating between that special touch of humor only Stormy Glenn can add and the danger that threatened Azizi made Cat Scratch Fever a book to captivate and ensnare the reader, keeping us up reading until the last word has consumed." -- Elise, Sensual Reads
Azizi Dane blinked rapidly, groaning when bright light filled his vision. He quickly covered his eyes, wondering if he had gotten drunk the previous night. It was the only way to explain how much his head hurt and why the lights made his eyes ache.
There was a faint scent of cinnamon and something else, something Azizi couldn’t identify but wanted more of. It smelled sweet and tangy all at the same time, kind of like—Azizi inhaled sharply and sat up as memories suddenly flooded his mind.
Had he actually done what his memories were telling him he had? Did he actually let some stranger in a club fuck him? Had he practically begged for it? As more and more memories filled his brain, Azizi knew there was no practically about it. He had begged for it. And he’d probably beg for it again if he saw Mr. Tall, Dark, and Fucking Unbelievable a second time.
The man had given new meaning to the words drop-dead gorgeous.
Azizi had thrown himself at Manu at Rowan’s commitment ceremony. He barely knew Rowan but had been invited to the ceremony due to his work for Seth, Rowan’s brother. Meeting Manu there had been incredible, maybe the best thing that had happened to him in years.
He didn’t know whether to be embarrassed by his behavior or not. Who knew what Manu thought of him? Azizi wondered if he would ever see the man again. Probably not after the way he had acted. Being slutty was not the way to impress a guy.
Saddened and slightly embarrassed by that thought, Azizi threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He gingerly made his way to the bathroom and searched the cabinet behind the mirror for some aspirin. He didn’t remember drinking the previous night, but it sure felt like he had. His head pounded and he felt wobbly.
Azizi popped a couple of pills into his mouth and swallowed them down with a glass of water. He set the bottle of aspirin back in the cabinet and closed the door, his eyes straying to the mirror.
Azizi inhaled sharply, his hand flying to the two red puncture marks on the skin just below his ear. His fingers trembled as he tentatively stroked them over the puckered flesh. His knees nearly gave out as pleasure shot through his body at the small touch.
What in the hell had he done?
Azizi gripped the counter as he racked his memories. He vaguely remembered Manu nipping at his neck when he had—when he had—Azizi’s face flamed as he remembered exactly what he had been doing when Manu bit him.
Azizi jumped when his phone suddenly rang. He raced back into the bedroom, checking the caller ID quickly, and groaning before picking it up. Seth Connelly had taken him to the reception, and Azizi was pretty sure the man had seen him turn into the century’s biggest slut. Besides, the guy was his boss.
“Dude, what was up with last night?”
“One minute you were on the dance floor at the reception and the next you were wrapped around some guy in the VIP lounge.” Seth started laughing. “I knew you wanted to get out a bit and experience the world, but that was really something. I thought you were going to set the place on fire.”
Azizi dropped down onto the side of the bed, his shoulders slumping. “Did I make a fool of myself, Seth?” Azizi was afraid he already knew that answer.
“Hell, no.” Amusement laced Seth’s voice as he chuckled. “From what I could see, that guy was all over you just as much as you were all over him. I didn’t get too much of a look at him but from what I did…damn, he was hot—all that long black hair and those muscles? Very sexy.”
Azizi dragged his hand down his face. He could feel it heating up with every passing second. He remembered those muscles. He had wanted to lick every damn last one of them. He still did.
“So spill, dude,” Seth said. “What was his name, and when are you going to see him again?”
Azizi groaned and dropped back onto the mattress to stare up at the ceiling. “His name was Manu.”
“Manu as in Luca’s second-in-command?”
“I guess.” Azizi had been too interested in getting the man naked to find out what he did for a living. God, he had no self-control at all. He hadn’t since the first moment he had looked into Manu’s deep golden eyes.
Maybe he had been bewitched.
“Don’t make a big deal of it, Seth.” Please. “I doubt I am ever going to see him again.” A deep sadness welled up inside of him at the thought.
“Nope.” Not the way he had acted.
“That surprises me.”
Azizi frowned. Seth sounded so serious. “Why does that surprise you?” It was just a simple hookup, right? As much as he wanted to see Manu again, he doubted he ever would, unless he went back to the club until he spotted the man again, and Azizi didn’t know if he had the courage to do that.
“Manu was all over you, dude.”
“You said that already, Seth.”
“No, seriously, Azi. He was all over you. If anyone tried to get too close to you he went all snarly and shit, wouldn’t let anyone near you.”
“Really?” Azizi sat up again. His heart started beating a little faster. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“Depends on if you like stalkers or not.”
“Oh christ, you shaved.”
Azizi giggled. “Noticed that, did you?”
Manu thought he was going to come before he even had a chance to get at Azizi’s ass. He leaned back until he could grab the bottle of lube off his dresser then scooted down Azizi’s body. He so had to taste Azizi’s smooth skin.
Flipping the covers back from Azizi’s body, he rolled the man onto his back and settled between his legs. “Oh, anamchara,” he whispered when his eyes saw the silky-smooth skin of Azizi’s groin. “You are so perfect for me.”
Azizi almost came off the bed when Manu licked a line from his balls to the top of his groin. Manu grinned and pressed his hands against Azizi’s hips, holding him down to the bed as he continued to lick every bit of smooth skin he could reach.
The purr that had been building in Manu’s chest was going full speed by now. His cock ached so much he was afraid it might break off if he nudged it even a little. Azizi was unlike any lover he had ever had. The man was a marvel, accepting everything Manu had to give him and begging for more.
Manu was in heaven, and his name was Azizi.
Manu poured some lube out on his fingers then pushed them between Azizi’s ass cheeks. They slid easily in until he reached Azizi’s tight hole. The tightness of Azizi’s puckered opening made Manu shudder in anticipation. He couldn’t wait to have that tightness wrapped around his cock.
Manu started brushing his fingers against Azizi’s hole, putting more pressure into his touch with each caress until they slipped inside. Azizi groaned, stiffening. Manu eased up for a moment then leaned forward to swallow Azizi’s cock, sucking it down his throat.
Once Azizi was distracted by the mouth on his cock, Manu started pushing his fingers into the man’s ass again. This time, he met no resistance. Two fingers slid right in. It didn’t take Manu more than a few moments of stretching Azizi before he could get in a third finger and then a fourth.
He wasn’t a small man.
Once Azizi was stretched, Manu released the cock in his mouth to Azizi’s cries of dismay. He scooted up and knelt between his anamchara’s thighs and lifted Azizi’s ass in his hands.
“Will you allow me to claim you, Azizi?” Manu asked. He knew now probably wasn’t the time to ask, and he had gotten permission before, but he needed Azizi’s acceptance. “Will you be mine?”
“Yes!” Azizi wailed. “Take me. Claim me. Fuck me.”
That was good enough for Manu. He gripped Azizi’s ass with his hands and thrust forward. His body quaked as his cock sank into Azizi’s sweet body. Manu dropped his head back on his shoulders and just breathed once he was fully in.
“You have me, Azizi,” he groaned. “Every inch of me.”
“Move, damn you!”
Manu’s eyes widened when Azizi smacked him on the arm. He glanced down at his little mate, shocked by the fierceness on Azizi’s face. “If that’s what my anamchara wants, that’s what my anamchara shall get.”
Manu raised Azizi’s legs into the air and hooked his arms under them. When he leaned forward over Azizi’s body and placed his hands on either side of his head, Azizi’s legs were parallel to his chest.
Manu flexed his hips and slowly withdrew his cock until only the head remained encased inside Azizi’s body, and then he slammed forward. Azizi screamed as his head arched back into the pillow beneath him.
Manu did it again and again, moving faster and faster with each deep thrust. He was a vampire, a cat shifter. He could move much faster than a human. Only by gripping Azizi’s thighs did he keep the man from shooting up to the top of the bed as he pounded into him.
Manu was getting close. He could feel his balls drawing up tight against his body. He knew he only had moments before he flew over the edge with abandon. He wanted Azizi to go with him.
“My Azizi, my anamchara,” he whispered right before he sank his fangs into Azizi’s throat.