[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Shape-shifter, Paranormal, Vampires, Dragons, Romantic Suspense, MM, HEA]
Vampire Second, Devin Davis, has met his beloved. Raised in a family filled with fighting, Devin never wanted to meet his mate and potentially suffer the same fate. Roarke is gorgeous, sexy as sin, and pushes all of Devin’s buttons. But he’s a dragon… a dragon who can get his male mate pregnant.
Dragon Duke, Roarke MacNair, has always longed to meet his fated mate. He desires someone who would stand by him, protect him, and take charge in the bedroom. Someone like Vampire Second Devin Davis. Only Devin seems to have reservations. Roarke has been patient with his fated mate, but time might not be on their side...
Roarke’s father wants him to mate with a neighboring Dragon Circle Leader. Perhaps fate made a mistake. Can Devin put aside his past for a chance at love? Will Roarke be able to stand up to his Domineering father? Can love really win against all odds?
Finding my voice, I said, "Good morning."
I smiled as they turned to look at me. Two of the three wore matching grins on their faces. Aaran, kept his expression flat.
“Hallelujah! They finally did it. It's about time. You must be hungry," Ben said, standing up and motioning us to the table. "I made a ton of food. Your brothers eat a lot, Roarke."
They blushed at his comment, and I laughed. "Try growing up with them. I had to fight for every scrap of food."
"Ah, don't be like that, runt. It toughened you up," Angus replied, standing up and walking toward Devin and me. He had a broad smile and, like always, wore his black shirt and kilt.
"My name's Angus. You must be the unlucky sod that is saddled with this one," he said with a grin, reaching his hand out in greeting to Devin.
"Devin. It’s nice to meet you," Devin replied, shaking Angus' hand, "but I think I was lucky to find Roarke."
Addison quickly stood and introduced himself to Devin, shaking his hand following Angus' lead. Aaran, on the other hand, stood examining my mate with a scowl. Without offering his hand, he simply tipped his head up and said, "I'm Aaran."
I growled low at the disrespect but was pulled from my anger by Angus, who turned to me and gripped me into a hug.
"Congratulations, brother," he whispered.
I hugged him back. Of the three, I was closest to Angus. I knew they all had my back if ever I needed anything, even Aaran. However, Angus had always been my champion against Aaran and our father.
"What are you three doing here?" I asked as I hugged Addison in greeting. I even hugged Aaran, even though I wanted to strangle him.
"You haven't called or texted us in nearly five weeks; what did you think was going to happen? Da has been going out his mind with worry, and if Da is not happy, Father gets involved," Angus said.
"Why didn't you tell us you’d found your mate? Or at least responded to our calls or texts?" Aaran, the asshole, asked rigidly.
I hedged; I didn't want to mention my injury or how I was recovering. Luckily, Ben interrupted, giving me time to think about how to respond.
"Here, sit down. You and Devin had a busy night, and you need food," he said, placing a plate full of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast on the table.
It smelled incredible. Devin and I practically raced to sit down and devour the food. I scooped a big helping into my mouth and groaned; it tasted as good as it smelled. After a few moments of silently eating, I lifted my head from the plate and saw the amused smirks of everyone at the table. Even Devin had a smirk. He whispered through our bond, The sounds you were making almost caused me to take you back upstairs.
I blushed at his thought. I looked to my brothers; they still had the grins on their faces.
"Sorry, was hungry," I mumbled.
That caused everyone to laugh.
"We could tell, little brother," Angus said with a grin.
Then he got a serious expression on his face. When he got that look, it usually meant our father had done something that would affect us.
"What?" I asked, tensing.
He cleared his throat, another sign he was uncomfortable. This was going to be bad, and I was really going to hate what he was going to say. Devin, picking up on my feelings, sat up straighter and also stared at Angus.
"Since we couldn't reach you for nearly five weeks and Da was worrying, Father ordered us to find you and bring you back to Glenfinnan," he said flatly.
That couldn't be it. There had to be more. It would be as simple as calling up my dad and telling him why I was out of contact. He would understand. The way Angus was looking, there was definitely more to it. He cleared his throat again.
“Spit it out, Angus.”
"Father decided the best way to stop you from your roving ways was to facilitate a mating. He promised you to Lord Finnley of the Bracara circle," he rushed out.
"No fucking way!" I yelled.
''Da was okay with that? Forcing me to mate someone I don even know." My brogue was becoming more pronounced as the anger surged through me.
Angus cringed. "I don think Da knows."
Of all the crazy things my father had done over the years, this took the cake. I loved my father, but he truly was the "lord of the manor" type. He liked to make decrees and expected everyone to follow his commands. It was one of the reasons I was hardly ever home.
I was livid. My dragon was angry too, and he wanted to kick our sire's ass. I looked to Devin, and I saw my rage mirrored on my mate's face. His eyes turned blood red, and his hands transformed to vampire claws. He seemed to grow before my very eyes. His vampire nature exploding to the surface.
"What the fuck is it with you dragons, thinking you can force a mating?" he hissed through his fangs, obviously not forgetting what Krispin had said yesterday.
Aaran went to speak, but Devin wasn't finished.
“Roarke is mine! I will kill any who dare think to threaten my claim. So, tell your father to fuck off!" he exclaimed as he turned and stormed out of the room.
I had a feeling that, if he had stayed, he would have taken off my brothers' heads. I turned to my brothers; their eyes were round with shock.
"I think my mate said it clearly. I'll be calling Da, and you three will be going home empty-handed," I said, standing up and following my mate.
I stilled. He wanted me to top him, but he was stronger and bigger than me. It was one of the reasons I’d always chosen smaller men, so there would be no mistake who was going to top. I pictured pinning his large frame to the wall and stripping his clothes off. My cock hardened, my anger and my fear replaced with lust. I pulled him close, smashing his lips to mine. I ravaged his mouth, and he gave as good as he got.
I had to get him to our room; otherwise, we would bond right here in the kitchen. I broke away, we both stared at each other as panting filled the kitchen. Lust shone in his eyes, and I knew his dragon was coming forth. I grabbed his hand, lifted him off the chair, and scooped him up in my arms. I might be smaller, but I was still a vampire and had vampire strength. I raced up the stairs at vampire speed, carrying my beloved.
As we crossed the threshold of our room, I kicked the door closed, put him down, and pinned him against the wall as I had pictured downstairs. I pressed my mouth against his and he moaned into it. The sexual tension of these past months came to a boiling point. Breaking off the kiss, I stepped back, grabbed his shirt, and tore it in two. He blinked in surprise.
"I could have taken it off," he mumbled.
"That would take too much time. I'm about to tear those pants off you," I said while trying to gain control of myself.
The scent of his blood was driving me crazy. My vampire traits were taking over, and my eyes were turning to infrared, searching for the best place to strike and plunge my fangs. My hunger and need were taking over. Roarke's blood smelled divine, and I had to taste him.
His eyes went wide. He fumbled with the button, unbuckling his jeans, and pushed them down in one motion. There my beloved stood naked and beautiful, his uncut cock standing firm and long. He had to be at least eight inches and thick. My ass clenched at the thought of him penetrating me, but I decided to trust him. First, though, he would be mine. I seized him and threw him on the bed.
"Hands and knees," I ordered.
I smiled as he rushed to comply. I started to take off my clothes; I needed to be naked for what I had planned. Looking at the bed, I stopped unbuttoning my pants and froze. Roarke was a picture of beauty. He was on his hands and knees, his perfect ass on display. He looked over his shoulder, watching me take off my clothes, pleasure and desire on his face. My cock pulsed. I quickly lost the pants and stood naked, my dick hard and dripping.
I leaned forward and spread his ass cheeks, revealing his pretty hole. I stuck my face between his crack, inhaling his scent and licking his hole. He moaned as my tongue began its assault. I loved the sounds he made. They spurred me on to make him lose his mind.
I felt his ring begin to loosen, and I was able to stick my tongue inside his passage. I moaned in pleasure at the taste of him. He writhed and groaned as I ate his ass. I grasped hold of his cock as I feasted and continued to fuck him with my tongue.
"God, please more!" he cried in ecstasy.
More? I'd give him more, I thought. Soon my finger was in Roarke's hole alongside my tongue. I continued to stroke his length; he dripped pre-cum, making his dick nice and slick. I added another finger and found his sweet spot.
He cried out, "Oh my God! Yes, there!"
I moved my fingers in a scissor action, opening his tight hole.
"Fuck me, please," he moaned.
I was more than happy to. I reached for the lube in the nightstand, pulling my fingers free.
"NO!" he cried.
"Don't worry, firecracker. I'll take care of you," I said, taking the lube and spreading it over my dick.
I moved behind him and positioned my head at his hole. I slowly moved my dick inside my mate, his heat wrapping around me. I was in heaven. I pushed until I was fully seated and waited to allow him to get adjusted to me.
"How are you feeling, babe? Please tell me I can move?" I asked through gritted teeth. I was not going to last long.
He nodded his head. “Fuck me!"
I moved out and in, picking up the pace. Roarke panted and groaned. I joined him in the sounds of our lovemaking. I was fucking him in earnest; it was the most fantastic feeling I'd ever experienced. His ass was made for my cock. My balls started to tighten; I knew I could not hold back. I lunged forward, embedding my fangs in his shoulder. The first draw of his sweet essence was incredible. He tasted like the finest, most precious wine. I felt him stiffen and cry out into the pillow as he clenched around me. The tightening and pulsing of his ass brought me over the edge, and soon I was emptying my cum in his ass.
I fell to his side, catching my breath. That had been incredible. His blood was the most powerful I had ever tasted or felt. One feeding fully restored my strength; his blood held magic, and I now felt it course throughout my body. I turned my head and saw he was looking at me, smirking.
Suddenly, I felt a wave of heat, and my cock started to stir again. Roarke's eyes dilated, and I saw his dragon coming to the surface. He let loose a giant roar, shaking the room.