[Siren Publishing: The Lynn Hagen ManLove Collection: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, vampires, HEA]
Simon finds himself captured by a man who wants to torture him. Instead, Minzhe lets him go. There's just one small catch. Simon doesn’t want to return home. His abusive uncle is waiting for him. Being gay is a sin, according to his uncle, and Ned is on the warpath.
Minzhe doesn't know what to do with Simon. He wants to know why Deuce used the human, but interrogating his mate leaves a bad taste in his mouth. He decides finding answers can wait, only to discover the abuse Simon has already suffered through. Determined to keep his mate from any further harm, Minzhe goes after the uncle. Only it isn't just the uncle out to get Simon. Shady deals have been made and there are a few men who are out to get their hands on Simon's inheritance, an inheritance Simon knows nothing about.
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Wonderful story! I have had nothing but terrific stories to read lately. Lynn once again nailed it!




The people standing on the porch across the street made Simon nervous. He wasn’t normally out this late. Not by himself anyway. The streetlights had cut on, and although the sun was gone, the heat hadn’t lessened. Simon wore a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of shorts that reached his knees, but he was still hot. A long line of sweet trickled down his back as he wiped at his forehead.

“I have air conditioning in the car,” Minzhe said. His tone of voice was different from the first part of last night—when Minzhe had been questioning him.

It was softer now, as if Minzhe was trying to be friends with him. The man had acted that way before he’d driven Simon to his car. Simon liked the nice Minzhe.

Even so, Simon stood on the sidewalk as he watched Kahl drive away. He wasn’t sure whether he should get into Minzhe’s car or run the rest of the way home.

His stomach growled, reminding Simon that he hadn’t eaten since yesterday. Placing his hand over his stomach, he stared at the passenger door. “Are you going to be nice to me?”

Minzhe moved closer. Simon took a step back. The guy was so much taller than him, built with sleek muscles, whereas Simon was as thin as a toothpick.

“How about we start over?” Minzhe asked. He stuck his hand out. “I’m Minzhe Espelimbergo.”

Simon frowned. “But I already know you.”

Minzhe chuckled, and Simon liked the sound. It was warm and inviting and made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Yes, I know you already know me. I’m just trying to start over. I want you to forget about last night. Let’s pretend we just met.”

Simon shook the man’s hand. “Okay, if that’s what you really want.”

“Nice car,” someone said from behind Minzhe.

Simon glanced past Minzhe to see one of the men from the porch crossing the street. He had a large bottle of beer in his hand and a look in his eye that said he wasn’t a really nice man.

People who drank scared Simon. They always reminded him of his uncle. Minzhe turned to face the guy, and Simon moved until he was standing behind Minzhe. The guy crossing the street was big, too big for Simon’s liking.

Simon tilted a little to the side until he saw Minzhe’s face. It surprised him that Minzhe looked as if he was irritated instead of scared. The stranger had to be twice the size of Minzhe, yet Minzhe didn’t seem worried.

Simon was worried. Simon was very worried. He didn’t like men who drank, but he definitely didn’t like men who looked as if they were about to get violent. He began to shake, wondering why Minzhe hadn’t gotten into the car yet. Simon wanted to get into the car and get as far from those men as possible.

“We should leave,” Simon whispered to Minzhe.

“I wouldn’t advise you coming any closer,” Minzhe said to the approaching man. He placed his hand on the small of Simon’s back and coaxed him to the car. Whether Simon wanted to go with Minzhe or not wasn’t an option any longer. He wanted to get away from Beer Man. Opening the car door, he slipped inside. It was much cooler inside Minzhe’s car, but Simon cracked the window so he could hear what was being said.

“Free country,” Beer Man said. “I’m allowed to cross the street.”

Simon worried his lower lip as Beer Man leaned his butt on the hood of Minzhe’s car. “Vintage Shelby Mustang,” the man said with an idle smile. “Nice ride.”

Cars weren’t Simon’s thing. He knew nothing about them, but he knew you weren’t supposed to sit on someone else’s. The car was black with a long red stripe over the hood. The interior was a dark red and smelled like leather. Simon thought the car looked as if it belonged on a racetrack rather than driving through city streets.

Beer Man tilted his shaved head toward the car. “How does it handle?”

Minzhe no longer appeared friendly. His face was a dark mask as he sauntered toward the hood. The man appeared casual in his jeans and button-down shirt. He definitely didn’t look as if he belonged in this neighborhood.

Oh god. We’re about to die. Beer Man is going to squash us like bugs under his shoe.

A tight smile appeared on Minzhe’s handsome face. “She handles as beautifully as a lover,” he answered.

Simon didn’t get it.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing for myself,” Beer Man said. He took a swallow of the beer and then used the back of his hand to wipe at his mouth. The remaining men on the porch headed down the steps and crossed the street. Simon’s heart migrated to his throat. It was three against one. Why wouldn’t Minzhe get into the car so they could drive away? Why did he stand there as if these men wouldn’t put a hurtin’ on him?

“Sorry, but nobody rides her but me.” Minzhe moved around to the driver’s side, putting himself that much closer to all three men. “I’m a very possessive man.”

We’re they still talking about the car? It didn’t sound like it.

Beer Man pushed away from the hood and moved until he stood next to the other two men. He spread his arms wide as he smiled. Simon didn’t trust that smile. “I promise not to hurt her.”

The other two men grinned. Those smiles weren’t nice. In fact, they made a cold chill chase up Simon’s spine. He wanted to get out of there, but Minzhe didn’t seem worried.

“Have a nice night, gentlemen.” Minzhe grabbed the handle of the door. Beer Man grabbed Minzhe’s arm.

“I think me and my boys’ll take her for a spin.”

Minzhe glanced at Simon through the window. “Turn your head, Simon,” he said.

“Why?” Simon asked. He didn’t want to take his eyes off of them for fear of what they would do to Minzhe. Not that he would be of any help. If a fight broke out, Simon wouldn’t be able to punch his way out of a paper bag.




Simon frowned when the man moved down the bed. Where was he going and what did he plan—Oh god! Simon bucked when Minzhe sucked on the head of his cock. “M-Minzhe!”

Minzhe held Simon’s hips still as his mouth sank farther and farther down Simon’s erection. Simon’s brain slid to the side of his skull as he cried out, so much pleasure gripping him that he nearly passed out.

The man’s wicked tongue did things to Simon, made him feel as if he was on fire, made him cry out the man’s name over and over again. “I can’t…oh hell…please don’t ever…” And the rest of his words turned to babble.

Simon’s body hummed as he writhed, a buildup starting in his spine and working its way around his cock. His hands slammed over Minzhe’s shoulders as Simon cried out, cum spurting in pulses down Minzhe’s throat.

Collapsing, Simon struggled to breathe as Minzhe crawled back up the bed, kissing Simon so silly that he wrapped his arms around Minzhe and held on for dear life.

When Minzhe pulled away, Simon saw red in the man’s eyes. He gasped as he tried to push the man away.

“Don’t be frightened,” Minzhe said. “My eyes are this color because I want you so badly.”


“Do I want you?” Minzhe reached between Simon’s legs and traced the tip of his finger around Simon’s hole. “I want to put my cock here, love.”

Simon’s pulse raced. He knew what sex was, how it was done between men.. Abe had showed Simon videos on men having sex when Simon had gone to his best friends with questions. Abe had explained the mechanics of how things worked, and although the thought of Minzhe's large size entering him frightened Simon, the prospect also excited him. He spread his legs, biting his bottom lip

Minzhe’s eyes hooded. “Is that a yes?”

Simon nodded. Minzhe got up. Where was the man going? Simon turned on his side, ready to ask, when Minzhe answered his thoughts. “We need lube. I’m going to see if there’s any in the bathroom.”

Simon blushed, knowing full well what the lube was for.  

Minzhe returned, bottle in hand. “I guess when this many men live under one roof, there’s a large demand for the stuff.”

Simon had no clue what that meant but scooted over when Minzhe got back into the bed.

“Don’t run from me, sweetheart.” Minzhe grabbed Simon and pulled him closer. Simon’s gaze wandered over the man’s firm chest, rigid stomach, and the sexy V on his torso. His eyes lowered to the patch of dark hair above Minzhe’s large cock and then to the reddish head that wept pre-cum.

Minzhe dipped his head, nipping at Simon’s jaw. “Don’t look so afraid, sweetheart. I promise not to bite…hard.”

“That’s not what I’m afraid of,” Simon admitted. He couldn’t stop staring at Minzhe’s cock. “It’s just so…big.”

“Stop stroking my ego.” Minzhe smiled. “I might get used to it.”

Simon highly doubted the man needed his ego stroked. It had probably been stroked more times than Minzhe could count. He was a stunning man, with beautiful eyes and dark looks. There was no way he’d gone through life without garnering many compliments.

When Minzhe opened the lube, Simon watched the man wet his fingers. He tensed as Minzhe lowered his hand until it disappeared under Simon. “Relax, love.”

Blowing out a long breath, Simon nodded. Minzhe’s fingers circled around Simon’s hole and then pressed in slightly. Their lips touched, and then Minzhe kissed Simon with such passion that he soon forgot about those fingers.

Until they slid inside of him.

Minzhe kissed him harder, deeper, as his fingers drove all the way in. Simon clung to the man, whining into Minzhe’s mouth as the fullness overtook him.

He couldn’t believe he was about to have sex. He’d always wondered what it would feel like, but from the way Minzhe’s fingers felt, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to find out.

Minzhe worked his fingers in and out of Simon’s ass as he continued to kiss him. Simon gasped when the man bit his lower lip.

“Sorry,” Minzhe said as he pulled back. “Got carried away.”

Minzhe pulled his hand away, grabbed the lube, and spread the gel over his cock. Simon’s heart raced. Minzhe planned on putting that where? Oh God. What had he gotten himself into?

“I think we should slow down.” Simon pressed a hand against Minzhe’s chest and nearly drooled. He loved touching Minzhe. He loved kissing the man, too.

He wasn’t so sure about the sex part, though. It didn’t look as if the man would fit.

“Do you really want me to stop?” Minzhe’s eyes had gone even redder. Simon became trapped in their beauty.


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