[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Alternative, Paranormal, Werewolves/Vampires, MM, HEA]
Davin, a vampire and former prisoner of Triton's pack, is going through some changes, and not just because he's the alpha's mate.
His pregnancy (God, he's still getting used to that) is coming along well. The baby is healthy, and Davin can handle more time in the sun. Hours. As though he's slowly turning into something else. He might just get through the birthing alive.
If he can shift into a werewolf. The clock is ticking. If he can’t shift, he'll die, something Triton struggles with.
The threat of Davin’s father still looms. Adolphus is not pleased that his son is carrying the seed of wolves, and he's done sending others to do his dirty work.
He'll make one last attempt to bring Davin home. One last attempt to take back his heir, and kill the children if he can.
At the threat to his unborn child and mate, Davin feels something wild and animal stirring inside him…
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
“I have been more than patient with…whatever this was. You had your fun. It’s time to come home.”
“Uh-huh, and how do I know you won’t kill me?”
“I need you to give me an heir first, don’t I?”
“Uh, you’ve got one right here.”
He pointed at his belly.
Davin had never seen the man’s nose crinkle quite like that before.
The look on his face was as disgusted as though a dog had come and pissed on his leg.
And Davin got a sinking suspicion of what his father would do if he got Davin home.
“I’m not getting rid of my baby.”
“That animal inside you will be removed and disposed of. You will come to your senses when not infected with—”
Davin couldn’t handle this anymore. He didn’t want to hear any of this, and he wanted to run back to Triton.
But he had to try. One more time. At least.
“Dad, look at me,”
“I am your father, not your dad,” Adolphus said, still looking at Davin with that festering distaste. “You pick up too many terrible habits from these creatures.”
“I’m in the sunlight right now. I’m healthy and happy. I want this baby. It’s mine. It’s your grandchild.”
He crossed his arms, tapping his finger on his bicep. He did that whenever he was thinking.
“If I agree to allow you to…birth this fetus, and then give it to this pack to raise, will you come home?”
“No, because you’ll just get me to come home, I’ll give birth, or die trying, and you’ll kill my baby anyway without telling me.”
The flare in his father’s eyes told him he was right.
And he was so screwed.
Right then, Davin knew there was no going back. If he even pretended to go along with his dad’s idea, his child would die.
Much as he’d been annoyed with the pregnancy in the beginning, even not liking its existence, things were different now.
His body had changed. He felt the baby kicking inside him. It wasn’t so tiny that he could ignore it.
It was his child, and he loved it as though it were in his arms right now.
And an instinct he never thought he would feel came over him. The scary sort of thing that let him know deep down inside that, if he had to choose, he would kill his own father before allowing the man to harm his offspring.
And holy shit, that scared the fuck out of him and made him run in the other direction, yelling for Triton, for Billy, for absolutely anyone to hear that there were vampires on the territory and the warriors needed to get out here and start defending the pack.
He didn’t make it too far when he felt something sharp and kind of painful in the back of his neck.
He went down. Even as his brain went sluggish, he still knew as he fell that he needed to protect his stomach and turn into his side.
He was pretty sure he didn’t land on his stomach, but it was difficult to tell when everything felt numb, and everything went dark, right around the same time, and he couldn’t even remember hitting the ground.
Those fingers pushed inside him. Though Triton was still gentle with him, his touch was as sure as ever.
He knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly where his fingers needed to go.
And he knew just how long to make Davin wait before the pleasure became too much and he was begging for it.
And Davin wasn’t in much of a mood to make this last.
He wanted to get off. He wanted Triton to take care of that for him, and preferably, the sooner the better.
“Deeper,” Davin said, then glared over his shoulder at the other man. “You know what you’re doing, so get to it.”
Triton snorted. His larger body, heated from the shower and the lust, leaned up against Davin’s back, but it was never so much that he couldn’t handle it.
“You love it when I do this to you.”
“That’s got…” He grit his teeth when a shock of pleasure hit him. Triton’s fingers came really close to his prostate, but the man pulled back, as though realizing he was getting a little too close to the target.
Oh God. Triton was going to make him beg for it, wasn’t he?
Even when the guy was barely standing on his own two feet, he had to prove who was in charge here.
“If you don’t get me off, I swear I’m gonna make you regret it.”
Triton chuckled at him, the rumble of that noise vibrating through his chest and into Davin’s skin.
He pushed his hips back, trying to pull those fingers deeper inside him, even though there was something else, something longer and thicker he craved the most.
And he felt that something when Triton thrust his cock forward.
Davin sighed as he felt the head, hot and throbbing, against his ass.
“You want my dick inside you?”
Davin nodded. “Y-yeah.”
That helpless feeling was starting to come over him. He could hardly think, much less speak.
“I want it. I want you. Please.”
He glanced back at his mate once more, the water dripping off his body making Triton look more like a god stepping out of a spring.
At least, that was the cheesy thought that flitted through Davin’s head. Not that he was going to ever tell the other man that.
Triton had enough of his own ego to deal with, without Davin making it worse.
There was something in Triton’s deep brown eyes when Davin looked at him.
The crack in his resistance.
Davin knew he had the other man. Triton might like to act all tough and macho around him, but Davin had learned that if he looked over his shoulder in just the right way at the other man, he could make Triton almost literal putty in his hands.
And that’s apparently what happened here because Triton exhaled hard. He pulled his fingers from Davin’s hole, reached for the shower lotion once more, and Davin sighed, relieved when he watched the other man wet his cock with it.
That relief was nothing compared to what he felt when the thick head of his prick pressed against his hole.
Davin tightened instinctively. He could never seem to get to a point where his body accepted the other man without resistance.
Triton had told him once that he liked that. He liked the initial push, but one day Davin wanted to make it so that his body just knew his mate on contact.
Triton was always slow for this part. Even when they fucked hard and fast, he never rushed the initial forward slide of his cock inside him.
Davin was more than fine with that. He liked to savor this part.
The forward push that seemed to go on and on. Christ, Triton was big.
The stupid asshole seemed to have everything going for him sometimes.
Built like a bodybuilder but with the dick of someone who wasn’t on regular steroids.
Then there was no deeper he could go. He was all the way inside.