Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter (MM)

DeWitt's Pack 13

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 36,511
23 Ratings (4.5)

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]

Cole Dane is a werewolf, and he just woke up in the clutches of a dangerous hunter, who happens to be his ex-boyfriend.

Everett King became a hunter after the death of his boyfriend. He wanted to avenge Cole's life and put an end to all werewolves. He never thought he would see Cole alive within a pack of werewolves, or that Cole would be one as well. Everett does the only thing he can think of to keep his team from killing him. He kidnaps Cole and runs away with him.

Cole isn't making it easy for him. He's insisting that not all werewolves are how hunters believe them to be, and Everett is finding himself in the awkward position of believing him. But Everett's former friends are on their trail, and if they are to survive, they must work together, or else be killed before their relationship has a chance to start over.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.

Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter (MM)
23 Ratings (4.5)

Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter (MM)

DeWitt's Pack 13

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 36,511
23 Ratings (4.5)
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“Why are you doing this?”

Everett’s head snapped up to him. “Huh?”

It was super pushing his luck, but he was still confident that Everett wasn’t going to hurt him. At least not today. There was no telling where the man intended to take him and what was going to happen to Cole when they got there.

“Why haven’t you skinned me yet? Or tortured me for information?”

The skinning thing could be explained by the fact that Cole hadn’t shifted into a wolf yet. The only purpose to skinning a werewolf was to collect on their pelts. Cole didn’t know all the details, but from what he understood, the pelts were sold to rich humans, or sometimes even vampires, for high prices. Sometimes the hunters kept the pelts as trophies and wore them around while they went out on their hunts.

Everett hadn’t tortured him for information on possible other pack locations, either. Sometimes if a shifter was tortured enough, it would also force a transformation, but Everett hadn’t done any of those things.

Cole had seen the tools shortly after waking up for the first time, so he knew Everett had them, but he hadn’t force-fed Cole any poisons, he hadn’t ripped out his eyes or fingernails, and he hadn’t pressed silver all over his body. It had been three days now since Cole had been taken. If Everett was going to do something to him, now would be the perfect opportunity.

Everett wet his lips and shifted a little on his feet. He was still crouching, putting them at eye level. His strong jaw clenched under the three days’ worth of stubble he had growing there. “I’ll admit that I thought about it a couple of times.”

That got Cole’s heart racing. Nick, one of the werewolves in Cole’s pack, had once told him about the condition some of the captured alphas had been found in after hunters had taken them.

Usually their bodies were so mutilated after a session with an angry hunter that the alphas had been reduced to blubbering masses, shadows of their former selves. Cutting off body parts and skinning them alive would do that. Usually, Nick would say, the damage was so bad that the rescued wolf would need to be put out of his misery anyway.

Cole shivered every time he thought about that, but those stories only made him want to protect his new pack, the kind people who’d taken him in and the children they had living with them, all the more.

It had also made Cole fear the thought of any of his new friends, or himself, being caught. Despite his questions, he didn’t want to be tortured and cut apart until he was begging for someone to kill him.

“What’s stopping you?”

Everett lifted a brow at him. “Do you want to be tortured and skinned alive?”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Cole snapped. He was getting beyond the point of caring about the fact that Everett was holding Cole’s life in his hands. Cole just wanted some answers. He was tired of waiting around like this, watching the other man to see what he would do. “I want to know what you’re going to do with me. I haven’t seen any other hunters around since I woke up. It’s just been you and me all this time, and so far all we’ve done is travel.”

Cole didn’t know how far they’d gone. Everett had been careful to keep him mostly drugged up on something for those parts.

Whatever it was that Everett was sticking into Cole’s system, his body was developing a tolerance to it. Soon he would be able to remain strong and focused enough to escape, no matter what Everett was injecting him with.

The problem was that Cole was beginning to think that he was running out of time. None of the other members of his pack had come for him yet, which meant he was probably on his own.

Oddly enough, Everett seemed to hesitate some more. He had this big problem of not being able to look Cole in the eyes. “I can’t.”

Cole blinked at him. “You can’t? So, someone else will?”

Everett wet his lips and rolled his eyes. “I mean I can’t kill you. I don’t want anyone to kill you.”

Everett got up and walked back to the fire. He took a long stick in hand and used it to move about the logs, giving the fire more air and allowing it to rise a little. Cole had barely noticed how far down the sun had set, but now it seemed that the fire was the only thing lighting up their little space.

Everett then pulled out some of his cooking equipment and packaged foods as though he hadn’t just told Cole something like that.

“You can kidnap me from my pack, force me to go with you to wherever it is you’re going, but you don’t want anyone to torture and kill me?”

“No, Colby, I don’t want anyone to torture or kill you,” Everett said, throwing down the little spears he had that were used to cook hot dogs with. “Fuck,” he muttered when they landed in the dirt.

“What am I doing with you then?” Cole asked. He decided to ignore the part where Everett had called him Colby. That was a pet name the other man had used on him whenever they were in bed together. Cole never expected to hear anyone calling him that ever again.

Lover. The first time Cole had woken up and noticed he was alone and with Everett, the other man had called him “lover.” He’d assumed, at the time, that maybe Everett had only said it to be a jerk and to make fun of what they used to have together.

Cole was severely starting to doubt that such was the case.

“They would’ve killed you if I hadn’t taken you,” Everett said. His voice was so quiet, but with Cole’s new werewolf hearing, he had no trouble making out the words.




Cole took hold of Everett’s hand and brought it down beneath the water. He wasn’t sure what Cole meant to do with his hand, at first, but then he felt the erection Cole sported, and his eyes went wide.

“Jesus Christ, it’s been less than a minute!”

Cole was still smiling stupidly at him. “I know. Isn’t it great?”

“It’s because you’re a werewolf?” Everett asked. He kept looking down into the water, trying to see the firm cock for himself, but at the depth they stood in, the water was too dark for him to see it. That was fine because he could feel it perfectly.

“Yeah, and it’s one of the best parts about being a werewolf. In fact, it’s tied with the actual shift itself. Now if you don’t mind too much.” Cole lifted himself partially out of the water and wrapped both legs around Everett’s hips. Again, being in the water made his body somewhat lighter to hold onto, especially since it wasn’t like there was a wall he could push Cole’s back up against.

There were more questions this brought to Everett’s mind, but his dick was still pulsing for attention between his legs and pressing against the crack of Cole’s ass, and his balls were growing tight and uncomfortable.

He shifted Cole around enough so that Everett could comfortably reach his hand under and press his finger against Cole’s hole. Then he stopped.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

“What? What is it?”

“We have no lube, and I don’t think the water will cut it.”

Cole seemed thoughtful for only half a second. “We can try it anyway. I mean, I haven’t had sex or anything yet, but I’ve been told that it doesn’t really hurt too much without it. Because I’m a werewolf and all. The water might be enough for me.”

Everett wasn’t entirely convinced, but his dick was doing all the thinking for him as Cole moved back and forth gently, creating a torturous sort of friction with his ass against Everett’s cock.

He had to try it. He couldn’t say no. “Let me know if you’re hurting and I swear I’ll stop,” he promised, putting a finger back to Cole’s pucker.

“No, just do it,” Cole said, keening a little as Everett got his finger inside.

He was tempted, but by how tight Cole’s asshole felt, and the fact that the only thing they were using for lube was the water itself, Everett doubted it would be a good idea.

“I don’t think we should do that, even with your werewolf strength. Keep your legs tight around my waist and raise your ass up a little.”

Cole didn’t look too happy about not being able to start right away, but he did as he was told, and as Everett pushed another finger inside of him, that look of disappointment melted into a look of pleasure as Everett found his prostate deep inside.

Cole started pushing up and down on his fingers. “Fuck. Ugh, that’s nice.”

Everett didn’t respond. He was too busy watching Cole’s face, checking for pain and finding none, his cock becoming hotter and harder beneath the water as the man gyrated against his hand.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Everett said, slipping his fingers free. Enough was enough. He couldn’t wait anymore. “I’m never going to let you leave.”

He grabbed his dick beneath the water and lined up the head with Cole’s stretched asshole. Even that was enough to bring him a jolt of pleasure that nearly made him lose it.

Cole relaxed the grip of his legs, allowing himself to sink down on Everett’s cock. There was some clear discomfort on his face, but he hardly looked like it was killing him and he wasn’t telling Everett to stop, so he didn’t.

Everett had to take in a breath when that muscle and warm channel swallowed him up. He’d almost forgotten how nice it felt to be inside Cole like this. How could he have ever forgotten this?

“Fuck me,” Cole said, but it was half a command. Cole had always been a little pushy in bed. He always made sure that Everett knew how he liked it. He liked it hard, last Everett checked, so that was what he was going to give him.

He was able to push Cole up and down to an extent, and Cole was more than eager to tighten his legs around Everett’s hips, thrusting back against him. Already he was moaning and keening like he hadn’t just had a strong orgasm less than five minutes earlier, but that only made Everett want him more.

Nothing made him want Cole more than seeing his face in pleasure. “We’re gonna…have to do this…more often,” Everett said, talking about the sex-in-the-water bit.

“Lots more,” Cole agreed, and Everett wondered if the man had even heard what he’d just said.

He decided it didn’t matter. Everett leaned back slightly, putting his right leg back a step, allowing more of Cole’s weight to press down on Everett’s hips. Cole got the idea of what Everett was doing, and he pushed himself up and down harder and faster. Now they were really making waves.

“Missed this. Missed you fucking me,” Cole said.

Everett had, too. He tried to say as much, but all that came out of his mouth was a broken moan as Cole rode him like he never had before.

Everett felt Cole’s cock bouncing off his stomach from under the water, and he reached down to grip it. His hand was tight around it, and he was suddenly reminded of the urge to put it in his mouth.

That was going to have to come after they’d gotten out of the water.



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