Longing for Isaac (MM)

Darkfall Mountain Pack 6

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 20,147
9 Ratings (4.0)
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, shape-shifters, sex toys, HEA]
Dominant werewolf and enforcer for the Darkfall Mountain Pack, Isaac Bennett has always wanted submissive tabby shifter Oren Frye. Sexy, snarky, and smart, Oren embodies all the qualities Isaac wants in a mate—except Oren chose Isaac’s best friend. Isaac tried to do the decent thing. To forget, Isaac moved to a new town and pack, but time only worsened the ache and longing.
Ten years has passed, and Oren comes knocking on Isaac’s door, seeking sanctuary and carrying an urn of ashes. Oren doesn’t know what to expect. Gone is the shy young wolf he met years ago. Domineering and protective, Isaac kindles a need inside Oren he never expected to feel again. Oren has loved and lost. He doesn’t think he deserves a second chance with a great guy like Isaac, but Isaac seems determined to chip at Oren’s defenses until Oren says "yes."
A Siren Erotic Romance
Longing for Isaac (MM)
9 Ratings (4.0)

Longing for Isaac (MM)

Darkfall Mountain Pack 6

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 20,147
9 Ratings (4.0)
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Isaac shouldn’t want Oren the way he did, but his wolf refused to be dissuaded from the notion Oren should be his mate, not Terrence. Christ, Isaac grew up with Terrence. He knew the guy since they were both young wolf pups, struggling to learn about controlling the beast contained within them. It was because Isaac didn’t try to find a cure for his unhealthy obsession, because he tried it all—blind dates, casual hook-ups, and even the whole new online dating thing.

Nothing worked. Isaac became even more miserable with each passing day. Terrence and Isaac met Oren in college, and Terrence proposed right after they graduated. Here they were, twenty-three and looking forward to the next chapter of their lives. Well, at least Terrence and Oren did.

A quick rap on his window made Isaac jump in his seat. Oren broke into a grin, seeing him. He took a step back as Isaac opened the door.

“Isaac what took you?” Oren demanded. The feisty and slender tabby shifter had his usually disheveled shock of orange hair tamed back.

“You look good in your tux,” Isaac said, voice hoarse.

Fuck, he needed to get himself together, but it Oren’s presence made it hard. Oren’s casual wear consisted of jeans, shirt and a pair of sneakers, but in a black-and-white tux he looked more adult-like than Isaac had ever seen him, so damn sexy and fuckable. Combined with Oren’s alluring scent, Isaac had trouble focusing on the present. It would be so easy, to bring Oren close, to rip all those clothes off and—fuck no.

He needed to be there for Terrence and Oren, not pant like a lusty horny wolf pup still unable to get over his fixation. A dominant werewolf didn’t act this way. He needed to shove his personal issues aside. Seeing Terrence and Oren exchange rings would mean the end, would make Oren untouchable because Isaac knew Terrence would give Oren his mate bite after today. Shifters mated for life and that would bind their souls and animals together.

“Isaac, is something wrong? You seem to be down lately, are you sick?” Oren asked, reaching out to touch him.

A huge mistake, because the moment Oren’s fingertips touched his temple, Isaac lost his careful control. Heat sparked from Oren’s fingers, and Isaac grabbed his wrist without thinking. Knowing how he felt, Isaac made it a point not to touch Oren by accident. With the wedding in only a couple of minutes, panic gripped him in a tight vise.

“Isaac, the look in your eyes is scaring me,” Oren whispered. It didn’t help that Isaac could feel Oren’s pulse racing, or his breathing speeding up, in fear and also in excitement.

“You getting off on this, little tabby? I always knew you needed some bite to your pleasure.” The words came out of Isaac’s mouth, but he no longer recognized himself.

“This isn’t like you,” Oren said softly, eyes wide, but he didn’t yank his wrist back or tell Isaac off. If Oren pushed him away, Isaac would admit defeat. Still, he held onto some shred of hope, illogical as it was because he’d seen Terrence and Oren. They were very much in love, and nothing should get in their way, not someone they trusted.

“Please,” Isaac said, voice ragged. “Just one, give me one kiss, and I won’t bother you two anymore. I just need to know.”

“Know what?” Oren demanded, familiar fire sparking in his eyes, but Isaac could no longer bear to say the three words aloud.

Silence stretched on between them. Sweat soaked Isaac’s shirt, and he sweltered under his suit. Isaac wasn’t exactly the kind of guy who wore suits every day. Any moment now someone could see them, and tell Terrence the truth. Isaac released Oren’s hand, admitting defeat, shocked when Oren grabbed the collar of his suit and brought their faces close. Oren breathed hard, brown eyes seeking to understand him.

Refusing to let the opportunity go, Isaac went in for the kill. He crushed Oren’s lips with his, watching Oren’s eyes turn to shock, and Isaac expected Oren to shove him away, not respond to him with equal passion. Isaac didn’t do gentle. He kissed with teeth and tongue, but Oren responded to him like a perfect fit. Isaac’s dick hardened in his trousers and he felt Oren’s erection, rubbing against his. A hand pushed him gently away later. Isaac’s wolf told him to push back, to take control, knowing Oren would submit beautifully, but Isaac wouldn’t go that far.

Releasing Oren’s lips, Isaac took a couple of steps back. Oren did the same, his lips still swollen from Isaac’s. Isaac couldn’t help but notice.

“What?” Oren looked lost, confused, touching his mouth. Oren looked to Isaac for answers he couldn’t give.

“I’m so sorry,” Isaac whispered, the only words he was capable of saying over and over. He stumbled back to his car, hand reaching for his car keys. Fingers trembling, Isaac managed to get the car door open after three tries.

“Isaac, where are you going?” Oren demanded, hands on his hips. “We need to talk about what just happened.”

“No, we don’t. I’m going away, far away,” Isaac answered, slamming the car door shut.

Oren hammered at his window, and Isaac hesitantly slid the window down. “Look, I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m sorry, but you no longer need to worry. I should have done this a long time ago.”

“Done what?” Oren whispered.

“Left, because you two deserve to be happy. Tell Terrence I’m sorry, I had an emergency,” Isaac said.




“Please, Isaac. We both need this. To heal.” Those last words crumbled the wall between them.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Let me see you.” Oren shut the shower and opened the door to the enclosure, inviting Isaac in.

“We’re both going to regret this,” Isaac muttered. He lifted the hem of his shirt, unveiling hard lean muscle layered in ink and occasionally marred by old scars. Oren’s breath caught in his throat when he caught sight of the entwined wolf and cat on Isaac’s left side. No denying who the two represented. Even apart, Isaac inked reminders of Terrence and him on his skin.

“You’re not stopping.”

“If this is one roller-coaster ride to hell, then I’m fucking game.”

Isaac unbuckled his jeans, stepping out of them and his boxers, revealing powerfully muscled legs. However, it was the massive dick hanging between his legs that caught Oren’s eye. Long and thick, Oren stared at it in wonder. He’d never had anything so huge up his ass.

Hell, the only man he’d been with was Terrence, but this wasn’t a sin was it, if Terrence saw Isaac as his brother, as the only man able to keep Oren safe? That was the reason Oren came to Darkfall, didn’t he, to seek out Isaac and guarantee his protection? What better way than to seduce his dead husband’s best friend?

No. That wasn’t right either. Isaac was more than that. Oren always thought of him as the missing piece of Terrence and him. When Isaac left, he left a hole, but that could be remedied. This couldn’t be wrong. Not when it felt so right.

Isaac finished undressing and slipped into the shower. “Fuck, baby. You can’t imagine how long I wanted this.”

Despite his words and the limited space, Isaac kept his distance, watching Oren, probably waiting for Oren to tell him this was a bad idea. Making the first move, Oren pressed a hand against Isaac’s left pectoral, near his heart. He could hear the unsteady rhythm, and wanted to put Isaac’s fears to rest.

“I want this. I want you. Is that clear enough?” Oren asked, wondering where all this courage came from.

“Crystal.” Isaac banded one hand around his waist, bringing him close for a kiss.

Heat erupted between them. Tongues and teeth clashed. Opening his mouth wider, Oren let Isaac deepen the kiss. He could sense Isaac’s wolf, wrapping itself around his tabby like a blanket, like it knew it belonged there. God, how fucked-up it was, that Isaac touching him felt so natural. Oren could feel Isaac’s thick dick, rubbing against his.

“Show me,” Isaac said, voice husky.

He looked into Oren’s eyes, and words weren’t needed. Oren knew what he wanted. Affirmation that Oren wanted him as badly as he wanted Oren. Without another word, Oren dropped to his knees, the cold tiles doing nothing to quench his feverish skin. Seeing Isaac’s glistening tip, Oren licked his lips in anticipation. All thoughts of Terrence’s unfair death and Joker fled from his mind. All that mattered was now, and the present involved Isaac and him, nothing else.

Isaac tugged at his hair, pressing his tip against Oren’s lips. The tabby in Oren wanted to be playful, to tease. Tongue darting out, Oren licked away Isaac’s pre-cum. He dragged his tongue lower, from top to base, hearing Isaac’s groan above him. Isaac tightened his grip and Oren opened his mouth to take Isaac’s member in his mouth. Applying careful suction, Oren did his task with relish. Bobbing his head up and down, Oren pushed for a relentless motion, enjoying every growl and hiss he wrangled from the dominant werewolf

“Fuck, Oren. Your mouth feels so good around my dick.”

Another tug on his hair and Oren surrendered his control. Isaac fucked his mouth in an unsteady rhythm.

“Swallow,” Isaac ordered, entering his mouth one last time, before spilling his load.

Sucking on his softening dick, Oren didn’t spill a drop. When he looked up, he saw pleasure fill Isaac’s features.

“Good pet,” Isaac murmured.

Oren was surprised when Isaac offered him a hand up. Easily hauling Oren back to his feet, Isaac surprised him again by pushing him against the wall. His back hit the tiles, and the roughness turned him on. Isaac kissed him again, grinding his body against his. Groaning, Oren felt Isaac’s hand moving to his dick, beginning to stroke him.

“Isaac.” Oren said nothing else as Isaac began to work him. Christ. He missed someone else holding his dick captive, and it didn’t hurt that Isaac seemed to devour his every reaction. Shamelessly, Oren thrust his hips toward Isaac’s hand.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my fingers. Do it now,” Isaac commanded. The authority in his voice made Oren cry out. Whimpering, Isaac let out strings of cum all over Isaac’s waiting hand, stomach and ribs.

“Fucking perfect,” Isaac remarked, making Oren blush. He swayed slightly, lost in a sea of bliss, but Isaac caught his shoulders, steadying him.

“Don’t fall asleep now, little cat. I haven’t fucked you senseless,” Isaac whispered against his ear, teeth tugging at his earlobe. His words instantly woke Oren’s cock, and Oren didn’t miss the fact his climax thickened Isaac’s dick again.

“I’m awake,” was all Oren managed.

“Good. I’m getting some lube.” Isaac stepped out of the shower, yanked open the drawer under the sink and came back with lube. “Face the wall.”

Oren obeyed, spreading his hands on the tiles to clear his head. He couldn’t wait to feel Isaac sinking his glorious dick into his waiting ass. Hell, Oren craved the burn, to lose himself in sensation. In a way, sex was a kind of healing for both of them.

“Don’t worry your little head off, kitten. I’m going to fuck you here, because I can’t wait anymore, but the next time it’ll be on my bed. Then you on all fours, offering your ass up to me, knowing it’s my cock you want.”

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