Earth Demon (MM)

Elemental Demons 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 36,954
22 Ratings (4.5)
[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Paranormal Romance, M/M, HEA]
Detective Jackson Aniston was pulled into a world he never knew existed kicking and screaming. Demons were real, and one of them swore they were mates. No matter how handsome or intriguing the Djini warrior was, Jack wasn't gay. It could never happen, no matter how many times Clagh kissed him.
Clagh had spent hundreds of years doing his duty to Jinnistan and his people. When his fellow warriors found their mates, he began to hope he would be granted the same gift. His Demonas Amaté was a welcome surprise. Now, if he could just get the handsome detective to see that they belonged together.
The threat to Jinnistan is greater than ever. The Shayatin are coming out in greater numbers, attacking indiscriminately. It's up to Clagh and Jack to find a connection between the rogue demons and a lethal new drug on the streets of both worlds before time run out.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Stormy Glenn is a Siren-exclusive author.


Earth Demon (MM)
22 Ratings (4.5)

Earth Demon (MM)

Elemental Demons 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 36,954
22 Ratings (4.5)
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“So, these tornado things,” Jack Aniston said as he watched the two men sitting across the room from him, especially the one that was twirling a mini tornado around in the palm of his hand. That shit was just freaky. “Once you were claimed by Storym you could create them?”

“Yep.” Nick twirled his finger, and the mini tornado began to swirl faster.

Jack’s forehead creased as he frowned. “How?”

“Got me.” Nick shrugged. “It’s just something I can do, just like Gabe here can create fireballs.”

Jack’s eyes widened when Gabe created a fireball in the palm of his hand. He ducked down, the fireball barely missing his head as it sailed past him. He immediately turned and glared at Gabe. Jack rolled his eyes when he heard Nick snicker. He was getting really tired of being a target.

“Better watch it, Gabe,” Nick said, “Tehmper is still pretty pissed at you for the holes in the study wall. It took the carpenters two weeks to fix them all.”

Gabe pouted. “Well, he shouldn’t have told me I couldn’t keep my sword then, should he?”

“What are you going to do with a sword?” Nick asked. “It’s not like you can return to the surface to fight.”

Gabe rolled his eyes. “As we have all recently discovered, fighting is not restricted to the surface world, and I refuse to be locked up in a padded cell.”

He needed a padded cell because he was insane. Jack was pretty sure they all were.

“True. I wouldn’t mind the training so much if Storym didn’t have a panic attack every time I stubbed my toe. Do you know how embarrassing that is? I mean, seriously, we train with all of the other demons, and he totally freaks out if one of them goes a little tough on me. They’re all afraid to train with me.”

“Be lucky you get to train,” Gabe said. “Tehmper and I are still discussing it.”

“Talk to him about it while you’re giving him a blow job,” Nick said. “He’ll never be able to say no with his dick in your mouth.”

“Eeewww,” Jack groaned. “TMI, guys.”


“Oh please.” Nick snickered. “I’ve seen you eyeing Clagh’s package more than once, and if I’m not mistaken, someone had swollen lips when they left the study the other night.”

Jack’s face flushed, and he quickly glanced away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Oh god, he couldn’t believe someone had seen him. So, he had let the demon kiss him. So, the fuck what?

It was just one kiss.

Maybe two.

“Right,” Nick snorted.

“I don’t do men,” Jack insisted for what must have been the millionth time since arriving in Jinnistan. He was not gay!

“Yes, but do you do demons?”

Jack suddenly laughed even though he felt his face flush yet again. “Maybe.”

It wasn’t exactly that he did demons and not men. He was just curious. Clagh was damn nice to look at—well, if he was going to be looking, and Jack wasn’t admitting to anything—but damn, all those bulging muscles? They were hot.

Nick tilted his head back and grinned over at Gabe. “That just leaves Brayan.”

“Brayan?” Gabe looked confused. “What about him?”

“Well, we’ve all moved back into the clan compound, except for Brayan. With the three of us here, we need to move Brayan here, as well. He’s one of us.”

Gabe shook his head. “You heard him as well as I did. He doesn’t want to move out of the palace.”

“No.” Nick shook his head. “He’s afraid of moving out of the palace. Big difference.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“A hundred reasons, I’m sure, but the most important one is that he’s ashamed of the scars on his body. He needs to be here with us where we can teach him that he has nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, Zayne is here, and what better way for Brayan to come back to the land of the living than with his demon by his side.”

Jack glanced up from listening to the conversation between Nick and Gabe when he saw a figure pause in the doorway. Storym, Nick’s demon, held a finger up to his lips when he saw Jack looking at him. Jack smirked and glanced away.

“Plotting again, Demonas Amaté?”

Jack snickered when Nick jumped at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice. Well, boyfriend, partner, mate—something like that. Jack still hadn’t quite figured that part out. The tornado in Nick’s hand got away from him when he lost concentration and flew across the room to smash into the bookcase. Books crashed to the floor with a loud thud.

Nick just sat there for a moment and stared. Jack started laughing at the stunned look on Nick’s face, and then Gabe joined in until their laughter filled the silence in the room.

Storym grinned, which was actually a good look on the demon. He was usually so serious. “You need more practice, Demonas Amaté.”

“Practice?” Nick chuckled as he turned to look longingly at the demon lounging against the archway. “I like practice.”

Jack rolled his eyes as Nick jumped up and practically ran out of the room with Storym quickly giving chase. He had absolutely no delusions about where the two men were off to. It seemed every time he turned around Nick and Storym or Gabe and Tehmper were running off to have sex.

Gods, he could practically smell it. The pheromones and scent of sex that hung in the air in almost every damn room in the huge clan compound was overwhelming. Jack had jacked off so many times he was afraid of getting carpal tunnel.

“Well,” Gabe said as he stood, “that was fun. I’m going to go find Tehmper.”

Jack blinked and watched Gabe hightail it out of the study. He groaned and dropped his head back against the couch once the room was empty, closing his eyes. This was ridiculous. He just needed to go home and find his little black book, and then everything would be fine.

He could think of several women he could call for a night of fun between the sheets, no strings attached. There was…uh…well, she had brown hair. Brown hair and long legs. Brown hair, long legs, and muscles that went—Jack’s eyes snapped open as he realized just what long legged brunette he was thinking about.

He rubbed the heels of his hands over his eyeballs, trying to dislodge the image. He so did not need to be thinking about that damn demon when he was horny. He did not do men…or demons.

“You are well, Demonas Amaté?”

Jack gulped and glanced toward the doorway, trying to remind himself that he did not do men or demons, no matter how fucking gorgeous they were. “I’m good, Clagh.”

“Would you care to join me?” Clagh asked with a hopeful look on his face. “I am on my way down to the city center and you have not had time to see much of my world. I would be honored to show it to you.”

Jack’s boredom overrode his common sense. That was the only explanation for him nodding his head. He knew he had no business being around Clagh, especially considering that Clagh thought Jack was his Demonas Amaté.

Oh yeah, there was that whole kissing thing, too.




“You smell really good,” Jack whispered as he lifted his face and pressed it against Clagh’s neck. He rubbed his nose back and forth across Clagh’s warm skin. “Like a campfire and marshmallows.” That might have sounded really strange to someone else, but Jack really loved marshmallows.

“Demonas Amaté.”

“Hmm?” Jack nuzzled some more, wanting another sniff of that delicious scent.

“You must not.” Jack felt Clagh’s hard swallow against his lips. “I cannot control myself if you continue.”

Jack wasn’t sure that was a bad thing.

Demonas Amaté, please.” The pleading tone to Clagh’s voice finally got through to Jack.

With a heavy sigh, he lifted his head. “Would it be easier if I got naked?”

Clagh’s eyes flashed red and Jack got the sudden idea that he was dealing with a predator, and he had just become its prey. The mere idea should have frightened him or repulsed him.

It didn’t.

Neither did being held down and restrained by the vines wrapped around his wrists and ankles. If anything, that was making Jack’s heart beat a little faster.

He had always known he had a bit of kink in him. He had been more drawn to porn sites, which featured bondage than anything else. He had indulged a little here and there with old girlfriends, but he had been the one tying them down. He had never trusted anyone enough to allow it to be done to him.

Until now.

“Clagh.” Jack licked his lips as he grabbed his courage by the bootstraps and pulled. “Would you kiss me?”

Clagh’s eyes rounded for a brief moment. “Do you know what you are asking, Jack?”

“I know.”

“If I kiss you, I cannot promise my control will be strong enough to keep from claiming you.”

Oh hell.

“I know that, too.”

“If I claim you, you will be mine, Jack. I won’t give you up. You will be my Demonas Amaté for real.”

Jack tried to swallow down his fear, but knew it flashed in his eyes when Clagh’s expression dropped. “I—” Jack frowned when he tried to reach for Clagh, but couldn’t. “Would you mind?” he asked as he nodded to his hand. He was free a moment later.

Jack pressed his hand against the side of Clagh’s face. “I’ll admit I’m scared, Clagh, but not of you. Never of you. I want you to know that.” Jack didn’t think he had actually ever been afraid of Clagh, at least not for his safety. When it came to the whole mate sex thing, he was terrified.

Clagh stared at him as if trying to gauge his truthfulness, but then he nodded. “What can I do to ease your mind?”

Jack smiled. “You’re doing it.”

Jack had no doubts about what was going to happen as he leaned in and pressed his lips against Clagh’s. Well, he had a little doubt, but that was more about the actual mechanics of the act, not about what was going to happen. That it was going to happen, he had no doubt. Clagh had made that very clear when Jack had asked for a kiss. Now, Jack was taking his kiss.

‘‘Keep that up, and I’m going to claim you.”

Jack’s heart quickened as he considered the threat. He raised his eyes and met Clagh’s heated stare. “Okay.”

He gasped when Clagh rolled, placing Jack below him. Clagh grabbed Jack’s arms, pushing them above his head with one hand as the other skimmed down his side.

Jack shivered at the contact.

Clagh’s dark eyes were intense as he gazed into Jack’s eyes. “Do you want me to claim you, Demonas Amaté?

Jack swallowed and nodded. He had wanted to be claimed by Clagh from the moment he had laid eyes on the man. He just hadn’t been brave enough to admit it until now.

“We should go back to the house and—”

Jack grabbed Clagh’s arm when the man started to roll away. “No, here. I want you to claim me here in your special place.”

“Take your clothes off, Demonas Amaté.” Clagh’s voice was deep, commanding, and guttural.

Jack shivered as Clagh released him. He stood, his hands shaking as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, and then pushed his pants down his legs, kicking them off along with his underwear. He groaned when he bent to remove his socks and felt a hand glide over his ass.

“You have a very nice body, Jack,” Clagh said as he stood and slowly started to peel his own clothes off. “The gods have truly blessed me.”

Jack gulped when he saw the large cock slap Clagh’s belly. His mouth watered to taste it, to take it into his mouth, and suck it until Clagh shouted his name.

Would Clagh shout his name?

Clagh tossed his clothes aside and then cupped Jack’s face, rubbing their cocks together as he kissed Jack. Jack moaned as Clagh cupped his ass, pulling him closer, taking the kiss deeper. His skin broke out in goose bumps as Clagh’s hands left his ass and slid up his back. He wanted to climb the large man and beg to be fucked.

“I am going to make you mine, Jack. Do you understand this? It cannot be undone once it is done.”

Jack nodded. “Yes.”

A low guttural growl left Clagh’s lips at Jack’s answer. “Lay on your back,” Clagh demanded.

Jack twisted around, scrambling to do as the larger man commanded. His skin buzzed with excitement at the knowledge that Clagh was going to claim him. Jack laid down on his back and spread his legs wide.

“Beautiful,” Clagh whispered as his eyes roamed over Jack’s naked body, but Jack wasn’t sure if Clagh was talking to him or to himself.

Clagh dropped to his knees and crawled closer, smoothing his hands over Jack’s legs. Jack was dying to move, to wiggle around and beg Clagh to fuck him already, but he bit back his urges.

His eyes damn near rolled to the back of his head as Clagh’s fingertips played over his skin, slowly making their way up his thighs toward his hard cock. Jack almost whined at the slow pace.

Clagh wrapped his large hand around Jack’s hard shaft. This time he couldn’t stop his moan. His legs spread wider as Clagh stroked his cock. The other hand cupped his balls, massaging them as Clagh watched him intently.

Jack writhed, squirmed, and moaned as he succumbed to the waves of ecstasy that tried to pull him under. He lay there, drowned in a flood tide of exquisite pleasure as Clagh took him to another place, a place where Jack was no longer his own person, a place where Clagh owned him, mind, body, and soul.

“Come for me.”

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