AVAILABLE: Wednesday, November 27th
[Siren Menage Everlasting ManLove: Multiple Partners, Alternative, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, Werewolves/vampires, MMM, HEA]
Tyler Button is finally something special to someone. Two someones. Two werewolves who also happen to be the super popular, mega rich rockstars of the band 'The Alphas.'
Sam Firestone and Chase Belair are everything he could have ever hoped for and more. Tyler can't help but think he doesn't deserve them.
But it is Sam and Chase who are worried for their mate, about whether or not they are worthy of him. After all, not everyone can handle being chased around by the paparazzi. And when a rival in the singing world makes himself known, Tyler realizes that not everything is as perfect as it may appear on the surface.
That shadow only deepens when Tyler's best friend comes face to face with the rest of the band, and the pressure of keeping up with the sponsors, the fans, the contracts and animal instincts might be too much for them to handle.
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
He’d turned on the news, not some gossip channel, but it was there. He saw it.
His apartment building. A sky view. Was there a drone circling his apartment? What the hell?
The caption was clear on the bottom of the screen.
Superstars Sam Firestone and Chase Belair With New Lover?
What. The. Fuck?
Then, Tyler heard it. Something loud and puttering outside in the sky.
Tyler went to his window, pulled aside the curtains, and no, there was no drone in the air. If there was, he doubted he would see it.
There was an actual helicopter out there, and he was pretty sure they spotted him when he opened the curtains.
They suddenly slid shut. Tyler didn’t do anything.
“Keep the curtains closed,” Sam said.
“They’re vultures,” Chase agreed. “Best to not let them see you.”
Too late. And now Tyler could hear the words of the person on the news, and when he looked, there was the worst picture of him he’d ever seen in the world.
Showcasing him as the reason why the tour had been delayed, along with a few angry sample texts from fans who did not appreciate this.
His stomach, and his heart, sank.
* * * *
He was going to be sick.
Tyler, Sam, and Chase were all dressed now, and the TV had been turned off, but Sam was on the phone with his manager.
He sounded pissed off, which was not the mood Tyler wanted him in.
This wasn’t the way he was hoping things would be going so soon.
He’d wanted to start off being the best mate ever.
Now it looked like he was going to be making problems for them.
“You’re on Twitter right now, aren’t you?”
Tyler shrugged. “Yeah.”
He was scrolling through all the angry messages.
He didn’t have a Twitter. He hated it. Jason called it a dumpster fire of angry Internet keyboard warriors screaming at each other, and Tyler was inclined to agree.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t do a search and find his name, and see what people were saying about him.
Holy fucking shit. He understood the rage from the tweens and the teens.
They didn’t know any better.
It was the damned moms who had to rearrange their babysitters from the delay of the tour, and adult fans who complained about not being able to attend now because the date changes, that shocked him the most.
They made fun of everything from his name, to his face, to his profession. Or his lack of profession.
Nothing was off limits.
—He’s not even that good looking.
—Beauty is in the eye of the beholder I guess. Wish this didn’t screw with my weekend though.
—Is this a mating or is this just a new boyfriend?
—Has to be a mating. Otherwise why date some dude together who has no money? He’d be a gold digger otherwise.
—What the FUCK? I paid for these tickets for my daughter’s 16th birthday months ago and THIS happens? She was crying? How can I explain this to a child?
—Maybe don’t be a bad parent and teach your daughter she doesn’t get everything she wants.
Tyler had to admit, he selfishly liked those tweets that came in defending him.
But for every congratulations to the band, there were questions.
And speculations that Tyler might just be using the band for his own gains.
He was their mate. He knew this about himself and about Sam and Chase.
He didn’t question that anymore.
It just never occurred to him that there would be other people out there who would be doing that questioning for him. Who would wonder whether or not he was actually their mate, or some guy who was looking to take advantage of the money they had.
He hated those the most.
Because he couldn’t blame them.
Except for the people who threatened to break his legs if they ever caught sight of him. Fuck those people. Jason described them perfectly.
Internet tough guys. They wouldn’t be breaking shit.
“You shouldn’t be reading that trash. Come on.”
Chase tried to take the phone from him, but in an act of bravery Tyler rarely felt, he gripped the phone tighter and refused to let it go.
“I want to know what they’re saying about me.”
“Nothing that’s important. They just want to feel like they’re justified for saying that shit.” Chase let go of the phone, apparently giving up on taking it from him.
“It doesn’t make it better to look at it all. Trust me. I had to learn that, Sam, Steven, and Damian, we’ve all had to learn how much it sucks to be talked about like that. It’s never easy or fun to see that shit scrolling.”
These guys might want to make jokes about how they had to make this worth it for Tyler, but he knew the way it was.
These were two very wealthy, very famous rockstars.
It was impressive they had been able to put off their tour for as long as they had.
They might tell Tyler it was worth it, that he was their mate, but Tyler knew what he looked like and he knew what he was.
In his tiny apartment, with the little he had in his bank account, he was the lucky winner compared to both men he was in bed with now.
He had every reason to impress them, not the other way around.
Which was why he pushed his ass back against Chase’s cock, finding a confidence he really didn’t have and working with it.
John used to tell him to just pretend he was having a good time in bed, even when he wasn’t.
But this was different. These guys were making him feel good, too. John had been…just selfish. A little rough at times, and Tyler had rarely had an orgasm when they did have sex.
Which was why, for the longest time, he’d thought he just didn’t like sex.
But no, these two didn’t just fuck him for their own pleasure and leave him to the wayside.
And for the first time in his life, Tyler now knew there was a difference between having a partner who wanted sex when he wasn’t quite in the mood, and being with two guys who did their best to make sure he always got off.
Even when he was sure it was impossible because of all the orgasms they gave him.
They kissed and stroked him. Chase wasn’t just slamming his hips back there, taking what he wanted while rudely not thinking of his partner. He switched the rhythm between slow and fast. He circled his hips at times. Sometimes he slid forward sensually, making Tyler shiver around his mouthful, and then when he fucked a little harder into Tyler, he made sure Tyler knew it and was able to brace himself against what was to come.
And as for what Sam was doing…God, Tyler never thought in a million years he would be getting pleasure from having someone else’s cock in his mouth.
John had always been a little rough around the edges there, too.
Not his dick, no, that had been fairly normal, but the way he would grab at Tyler’s ears or the back of his head and shove forward… Tyler knew some people liked that, and he’d tried to like it for John, but it just wasn’t what he was about.
And John always got mad at him for that.
Which made Tyler angry right back at him whenever the guy tried fucking his face to the point that he struggled to breathe.
This was different. Sam was big, Christ, definitely bigger than John had been, but while his hand was on the back of Tyler’s head, large fingers sliding through his plain hair and gently gripping, there was nothing painful about it.
Sam thrust forward, and that sent pleasured shivers through Tyler’s spine and down to his cock.
But Sam also didn’t slam his hips forward, and he didn’t get mad if Tyler choked a little and needed a breath.
He didn’t get angry when Tyler couldn’t deep throat him either, but Tyler definitely tried it.
He was going to please his mate if it was the last thing he did.
Sam seemed amused by this, and the gentle scratch of his blunt fingernails at the back of Tyler’s scalp was something he found himself enjoying more than anything.
“You should see the look on your face right now as you do that,” he said. “Your cheeks are pink, your lips bright, like I was just kissing you.”
Tyler tried not to smile around his mouthful, but he supposed what he was doing was definitely a form of kissing.
And when Sam reached behind him and leaned forward, Tyler heard kissing noises above him.
And his heart warmed. Pleasant, fuzzy feelings took over and made him feel like he was glowing.
They were kissing each other now.
That was kind of hot.
Oh God, Chase Belair and Sam Firestone were kissing each other.
When they both realized they were mated to Tyler at the same time, they’d looked ready to start a fight to the death.
And now they were kissing each other while making love to Tyler.
This was one of the best days of his life.
Knowing what they were doing, and having Chase slowing his pace, still gently thrusting into him, his cock head teasing Tyler’s prostate, it was enough to send him over that sweet edge.