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Love Your Dragon 3

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[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Sci-Fi Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]

Tyrus discovers his mate is Dante, one of four Hynesin heirs. Unfortunately, their first encounter is anything but promising. With Dante the top suspect in the abduction of his close friend, Tyrus finds himself waging war between his loyalty to his friends and the growing desires that consume him in Dante’s presence.

Dante has issues with authority. Losing his initial confrontation to Zhett, captain of the Dalistine, and finding himself prisoner on his grandfather’s ship, Dante has a deep chip on his shoulder. Yet, he is willing to forgo his grudge in order to earn Tyrus’s trust, and claim the sexy, tech-savvy man as his mate.
When Dante’s oldest brother lands in the hands of a dangerous enemy, Dante resorts to betraying Tyrus in order to save his brother. Can Tyrus forgive his mate for the pain he caused and rise above the secret of his past? Or will he sever their mating bond once and for all?

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Leah Blake is a Siren-exclusive author.

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STORY EXCERPT

 

“Oh no you don’t,” Dante said, his words riding the rumble that escaped his throat. He pursued his mate, drowning in the sweet aroma of his increasing arousal and the hint of fear. “Come here, sexy.”

A sound, something that resembled a distressed moan, fled the man. Dante chuckled, giving his mate enough space to falsely believe he was going to escape.

Until a metal door slid open and the man bolted out of the room.

Dante sprinted after him, his vision narrowing on his target. He brushed by men coming down the hallway, shoving them aside to keep his mate in sight. The man turned down another hallway and paused long enough to cast Dante a wide-eyed, fearful look before running away.

Dante growled and picked up his pace, ignoring the ache in his thigh. He shared his mind with his dragon, utilizing his hypersensitive senses to track the man. Behind him, he heard the commotion he’d caused. It would be a matter of time before the soldiers he barreled through charged at his back.

Mate.

Fuck, he wanted his nameless mate. Bad.

He pounded down two flights of stairs, hooked a left, and followed that potent scent straight into a small room.

Dante smiled, a victorious chuckle echoing in the enclosure. “Come out, sexy. I can smell you.”

“Keep smelling.”

Dante spun on his heels in time to see another metal door slide shut, trapping him inside.

Anger flared up from his gut, but the heat of his rage couldn’t extinguish the heat of his arousal. His dragon roared, the sound erupting from his lungs as he threw himself into the door.

“Let me the fuck out!” Dante yelled.

“Nope.”

The steel suddenly changed, turning transparent. Dante attempted to break through the material, but hit the invisible wall of steel. The man ticked his finger back and forth, clicking his tongue.

“Don’t do that. The door is still in place. I’ve merely created an image of transparency. You can’t get out.”

Dante peeled his upper lip back from his fanged teeth. The man’s blush deepened over his cheeks. “Let. Me. Out.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

Dante splayed both hands over the see-through material. He brought his face close and narrowed his eyes. “Then come in here with me.”

The man stepped back and shook his head. “Um, no. That’s not possible.”

His sneer melted into a cunning smile. “And why not?”

“You’re a prisoner at the moment. I won’t be caught fraternizing with the enemy.”

“No fraternizing. Just a little”—Dante humped the door once—“playtime.”

The man’s gaze dropped to Dante’s stiff cock. He must admit, he definitely liked the way that leather uniform enhanced the man’s own wicked cock stand. And his round ass. And his lean build. Damn it, if Dante didn’t get his mate under him, he was going to bust in his pants. If that happened, the man would pay dearly when he did get him in his bed.

Dante looked over his shoulder.

That narrow strip of cloth on a frame was a bed?

“This isn’t going to fly,” he muttered under his breath. Turning back to the man, he said, “I can smell how aroused you are. I can see how you’re itching to submit to me. Come in here and let’s both quench the ache. Then we can go back to playing cops and robbers, okay?”

“You are one horny battered and bruised prisoner, you know that?”

“I’m fucking beyond horny.” Dante had no shame admitting what he wanted. He wasn’t about to let his mate leave him trapped in this box, not after he escaped one cell less than twenty-four hours earlier.

“You always blatantly ask for a fuck when you cross strangers?”

“What’s your name?” Dante asked. The man wanted introductions, he’d entertain him. “Sexy?”

The man scowled. “No. It’s Tyrus.”

“I’m Dante Castalline. There. No longer strangers.” Dante caught Tyrus’s beautiful eyes and held his gaze steady. “We’re mates, but you already knew that.”

Tyrus cleared his throat, playing with something around his wrist. When his fingers dropped, Dante recognized the black band. He had taken a similar communicating device off of Valken before Jarrek took the commander off the transporter.

Shortly before you got your ass beat down by a chaos dragon.

He knew he didn’t stand a chance against the dragon, but he would never admit it to anyone. As it stood, he fought to keep his failure from his mind.

“Listen, I won’t try to escape.” Dante shifted his cock, trying to make the sting of his stretched shaft subside. “I’m the grandson of the Khoronian king.” He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. “You do know Khorone, don’t you?”

“I’m aware of who you are. You and your brothers are the reason we are on this mission. We swore to return the four of you to your grandfather safely. He is not doing well and wishes for your return.” Tyrus sighed, lowering himself to the ground outside the cell. He folded his legs and clasped his hands over his crossed calves. Dante couldn’t help but mirror the man’s position. He wanted to get the best look at his mate every chance he could. “What happened to Valken?”

“Who?” Dante asked.

Tyrus arched a dark, slanted brow. “The commander you kidnapped.”

Dante pressed his lips together and studied Tyrus. Sure, the man may be his mate, but loyalties didn’t quite lie with a mate who was still a stranger. Maybe Tyrus was right. They were still strangers, regardless what fate claimed them to be. His mate’s loyalties resided with the fucking prick who banged up his face. Dante’s, on the other hand, resided in his brothers, and finding what happened to Tallis.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“You made me wait. I don’t like waiting.”

“I-I won’t make you wait now.” Tyrus dug around his logical mind to find a really good reason not to pursue this avenue first.

Valken.

Oh, right. His friend.

Dante reached up to the fasteners at Tyrus’s throat and flicked each one open without missing a single beat.

“You don’t have any lube in that basket by chance, do you?” Dante murmured against Tyrus’s ear. The wicked man licked the shell before that cursed tongue flicked into his ear. Tyrus jerked. The sensation left his cock a burning mess, jizz pouring from his tip. He merely shook his head, unable to form words as Dante peeled leather away from his shoulder. With his teeth. “Mmm.”

Dante’s hand slipped away from Tyrus’s hip and cupped the bulge in his pants. His hand wasn’t gentle, milking his cock through the taut leather. He timed each gentle thrust of his hips with an equally taunting squeeze of Tyrus’s cock until Tyrus’s mind was nothing more than a swirling image of every possible pleasure.

The damned man scraped those teeth down the back of Tyrus’s neck. Tyrus shrieked, dropping his head forward, absorbing every inch of delight from the fangs as they tugged his uniform away from his shoulders. He managed to push off his hands long enough to allow Dante the opportunity to tear the material away.

“I’m coming up with punishment for you, sexy. Something that’ll make you suffer as bad as I had suffered over the last few hours.” Dante pulled his hand away from Tyrus’s cock. Tyrus looked over his shoulder with a quiet whine. Dante’s fierce gaze held his. He folded his fingers around Tyrus’s uniform and, with one sharp, forceful motion, tugged the damn thing down to his thighs. A dark smile curled those lovely lips and showed off the man’s fangs. The faintest hint of silver-blue scales created a mystical shimmer across his skin. “And I think I know a few tricks that’ll make you crazy.”

“D-Dante, we need to t-talk,” Tyrus muttered before Dante slipped three fingers into his mouth and shut him up.

“Suck, sexy.”

Tyrus followed Dante’s command, sucking the three digits. His dragon stirred in the rising euphoria, surfacing along Tyrus’s mind. He closed his eyes, soft moans muffled by his mate’s fingers filling the heady air around them. The potent and intoxicating scent of his arousal was stunning. He’d never been so aroused, so entranced. All he could focus on was getting Dante inside him before coaxing his mate to sink his teeth deep into his chest.

“Yeah, sexy. You give good head, don’t you?” Dante cooed, nuzzling his nose against Tyrus’s cheek. “Think you can swallow my dick?”

Really? Dante was working him into a molten mess and all the guy wanted was for him to suck his dick? Damn it! He didn’t want to suck dick. He wanted the man to fuck him. Claim him. Was that asking too damn much?

“Get my fingers nice and wet, Ty.” Dante licked his cheek. A line of scales erupted along the moist path, enhancing the feel of coolness along his skin. He shuddered, overwhelmed. He wanted to move his hips, bring his cock in contact with something that would give him relief. “Ahh, yeah. That’s gonna feel nice.”

Dante pulled his fingers out of Tyrus’s mouth. Wrapping one arm around Tyrus’s waist, he pulled Tyrus onto his toes, kicked his feet apart, and pressed his wet digits to the puckered hole nestled in his crease.

“Oh gods,” Tyrus gasped, locking his elbows so he didn’t face-plant on the table. He was caught, held by Dante’s strong arm, unable to spread his legs any wider with his uniform caught around his thighs. The man pushed his fingers past the tight ring of muscles, invading Tyrus with a slow, torturous slide until he sat buried to his knuckles. “Oh, sweet gods.”

“Tight, sexy.” Dante gave his fingers a little twist, rubbing up against Tyrus’s prostate. Tyrus cried out. “This ass is tight.”

“Well, yeah.” Tyrus squeezed his eyes shut as Dante rotated his fingers again, milking his prostate and sending him shooting toward the moons. “Holy scales!” Tyrus sat back, but he was wedged between Dante’s arm and his hip. The man had him where he wanted him, and wasn’t about to relinquish control. “Ooh, Dante. That feels…it feels…”

“Wait. You haven’t received the best part yet.”

Tyrus clenched his sphincter muscles around Dante’s fingers. The motion earned him a rough growl from his mate and a few quick pumps of his fingers that left Tyrus panting.

“Not going to last at this rate,” Tyrus murmured.

“Sexy, I’ll make sure you last.” Dante fucked his ass with those long fingers, making sure each invasion slid across his gland. By the time he withdrew his fingers, Tyrus was shaking and whimpering. Pre-cum leaked down his leg and saturated the inside of his uniform. His elbows buckled and he rested on his forearms when Dante lowered him to his feet. “Don’t move.”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to.”

Dante gave his ass a sharp swat. The sting made him bark, but the delightful burn that followed only weakened him more.

“I’m going to lick your pretty hole.” Dante gave his ass cheeks a hard squeeze before separating the globes of flesh and muscle. Tyrus caught the man kneeling behind him as he watched his mate under his arm. Dante stroked his crease, teasing the tight ring of his rosette. “Puckered little hole.” He massaged the ring, stimulating more nerves than Tyrus thought possible. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”

“Oh, neither can I.”

Dante chuckled. He held tight to Tyrus’s ass and pushed his rear up, forcing him back on his toes. Tyrus moaned, dropping his head to his folded hands.

When Dante’s tongue slid across his perineum, he screamed and bucked, ignoring the pain that followed Dante’s fingers biting into his ass. 

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