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[Siren Publishing: The Lynn Hagen ManLove Collection: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Alternative, Paranormal, Werewolves, Vampires, Suspense, MM, HEA] Nick Valenti has suffered mysterious episodes his entire life—crippling pain, blackouts, weakness no doctor can explain. When he collapses during his first shift at the Frothy Pine tavern, Logan is there to catch him. The guy should have been a stranger. Instead, he feels like Nick’s future. Like his destiny. Only now Nick faces an impossible reality, one he vehemently denies. But as his symptoms worsen, he realizes the truth. Logan just might be his salvation.
Logan recognized his mate the moment their eyes met. But Nick’s body is betraying him in ways human medicine can’t fix. When the truth is finally discovered, everything his mate thought he knew about himself shatters. As Nick slowly embraces his new reality and the passionate bond forming between them, Logan must protect his mate from an old enemy determined to destroy their chance at forever. Because when you’ve waited lifetimes for your mate, losing him is not an option.
Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.
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STORY EXCERPT
The guy reached out like he might grab Nick. His thick fingers stretched toward Nick’s apron, meaty and aggressive.
A shadow fell across the counter.
Logan moved like something that wasn’t quite human, fluid and fast and impossibly predatory. He materialized between Nick and the construction worker without seeming to navigate through the space between them, his body suddenly blocking everything else from view.
The look on Logan’s face stopped Nick’s breath. Not angry, exactly. Colder than anger. Something primal and dangerous lived in that expression, something that made every instinct Nick possess scream at him to run or hide or make himself very, very small.
“You need to step back,” Logan said quietly. The words were polite. His tone wasn’t. Something underneath the words promised consequences for disobedience.
The asshole’s face flushed red. “This doesn’t concern you, man. I’m just—”
“Step. Back.”
Nick tried to turn around, tried to tell Logan it was fine, it was nothing, just a—
The world went dark.
Not gradually. All at once, like someone had flipped a switch. His vision collapsed inward, sound becoming muffled and distant. Nick felt himself falling, felt the bar’s floor rushing up to meet him.
Strong arms wrapped around Nick’s ribs, stopping his descent as Logan caught him. Nick registered the sensation of being held, of being supported by something solid and warm and impossibly strong. He wanted to protest, wanted to say he was fine, wanted to stand on his own two feet like a functioning human being
“I’ve got you,” Logan murmured. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
The bar around them seemed to fade into irrelevance. Conversations continued, glasses clinked, but it all sounded distant and strange, like Nick was hearing it through water. All that existed was the feeling of being held, of Logan’s arms tightening protectively around him.
Nick trembled, a full-body shaking that he couldn’t control. His breathing had gone erratic, coming in gasps that didn’t seem to bring enough oxygen. His skin was simultaneously too hot and too cold.
Logan lifted him easily, one arm under Nick’s knees, the other supporting his back.
“We’re getting you to Ash’s office.” He was already moving, walking in long strides, cradling Nick against his chest like he weighed nothing at all.
ADULT EXCERPT
A low groan rumbled out of Logan’s chest when their tongues slid together and he tasted Nick, taking him, something primal inside him giving a satisfied snarl.
“So fucking hot,” he murmured against Nick’s mouth before catching the swollen lower lip between his teeth. He soothed the sting with a slow lick then sucked hard enough to make Nick tremble. Nick answered with a whimper then nipped him back—not punishment, not challenge, just raw claiming.
Logan grinned into the kiss, sharp and wicked, and let him. He let Nick take what he wanted, as much as he needed, feeding on him in every way that wasn’t blood.
Pinning his mate one-handed, Logan tore the rest of Nick’s shirt open with the other. Buttons scattered, hitting the baseboards, plastic ticking with each bounce. Then he slid down his mate’s body, his hands on Nick’s hips, yanking his underwear down with his teeth, revealing a cock already flushed, already leaking. Logan buried his face in the crease of hip and thigh, inhaling the perfume of what was his.
Nick bucked, almost throwing him off balance, but Logan clamped his hands around the backs of Nick’s thighs, owning the rhythm. He licked up the length of Nick’s cock, savoring the taste and the twitch, then he engulfed Nick’s prick, his nose pressed into skin, sucking until his cheeks hollowed. Nick’s hands landed in Logan’s hair, yanking, guiding, a wordless plea for more.
Logan gave it, bobbing his head, fast and savagely, flattening his tongue, dragging it over every inch of skin. He barely heard Nick’s cry before hot jets of cum shot down his throat, and he swallowed it all, milking the shaft, not letting up until Nick’s whole body writhed.
But he wasn’t finished. Not by a fucking mile.
Hauling Nick up, Logan flipped him right over onto his stomach.
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