Perfectly Leashed (MM)

Sin & Steel 8

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 30,762
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[Siren Publishing: The Lynn Hagen ManLove Collection: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Alternative, Paranormal, Shape-shifters, Werewolves, Suspense, MM, HEA]

Dog walking should be simple, right? Tell that to the chaos posse Darcy calls clients. Between Meatball's tire obsession, Princess Consuela's drama queen antics, and Atlas's squirrel vendetta, he's basically a human tug toy with legs. Then a mysterious mechanic steps in with a single whistle and suddenly his four-legged disasters become perfect angels. Luca's got incredible gray eyes, skilled hands, and secrets that make Darcy's pulse race. But getting close to the enigmatic wolf shifter might be more dangerous than he bargained for.

The moment Luca saw the gorgeous human getting dragged down the sidewalk by four dogs, his wolf sat up and took notice. Darcy thinks he's just a disaster with leashes, but Luca sees something special beneath that chaotic energy. His beast is already making claims, but with enemies closing in, protecting his sweet lucerito might cost everything. Some things are worth the risk—even if it means unleashing the wolf.

Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.

Perfectly Leashed (MM)
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Perfectly Leashed (MM)

Sin & Steel 8

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 30,762
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STORY EXCERPT

The two pit bulls hauled left, the dachshund dove right, and Darcy skidded halfway down the cracked sidewalk before he found his footing. Meatball—the heavier pit—latched onto the scent of a jogger’s neon laces. Darcy tightened the leash, sneakers sliding on loose gravel as he shouted an apology nobody believed.

“Easy, Meatball, we agreed. No homicide before lunch.”

When the leashes knotted themselves into a braided nightmare, Darcy was half hoping a sinkhole opened and swallowed the entire block. He planted his sneakers, wrapped a line around his waist for leverage, and addressed the pack like an unqualified camp counselor.

“Okay, team meeting. New rule. We walk. No drag races, no sneaker snacks, and definitely no—”

The Great Dane at the rear chose that moment to spot a squirrel. Shit. Darcy braced a heartbeat too late. He was yanked forward so hard his sunglasses flipped off his face and clattered down a storm drain.

“Freaking great.” Those had been knock-off Ray-Bans, but they’d cost him two shifts and a bruised ego.

Somewhere in the chaos he started laughing—because anger took too much energy—and hollered to the sky, “Cut me some slack!”

A passing woman in colorful scrubs lifted her to-go cup in salute. “You’re a hero, hon!”

“Or a glutton for punishment,” Darcy muttered.

He moved forward—half march, half tug-of-war—dogs weaving around him like sentient jump ropes. He definitely sucked at walking them, but they were his morning hustle.

He readjusted yet again, squaring his shoulders in determination and marching forward, a defiant “fuck it” on his tongue. He sucked at this, sure, but surrendering to canine chaos before breakfast wasn’t an option.

Next corner, fresh disaster. Story of his life. Darcy had thought a dog-walking gig would be easy money, a way to put extra cash in his pocket. How hard could holding a leash be?

The herd of uncontrollable droolers were in cahoots with the chaos gods. Darcy just knew it.

Princess Consuela, all six pounds of stubborn sausage dog, wove between Darcy’s ankles, tangling every line into a knot.

“We’ve talked about this.” Darcy rolled his eyes. “You’re as hardheaded as Meatball. You sweet on him, Consuela? Trying to show him you can be just as— Meatball, put that tire down right this instant!”

The heavy pit bull had snagged a tire leaning against the back of a car and decided it was his. Jesus. It was like trying to wrangle a toddler with boundary issues.

“Siéntate!” A voice, sharp yet calm, cut through the chaos.

Every dog except Meatball sat instantly. Darcy blinked, wondering what kind of voodoo this was.

“I’ll give you five bucks if you let it go,” Darcy bartered. “Five is the highest I’ll go, you tire-chewing nugget.”

A tall, lean stranger sauntered closer, wiping his hands on a blue shop rag. Holy fuck. Darcy ran his fingers over his mouth to make sure he wasn’t drooling.

“¡Suelta!” The man’s voice was smooth, seductive, and devastatingly deep. Meatball dropped the tire and rolled over, belly up.

“Good boy.” A low chuckle rumbled from deep in the stranger’s chest while he rubbed Meatball’s stomach. Darcy wanted a belly rub.

“I’ve got some rope you might prefer, buddy. That tire seems a bit excessive.” The man’s carefree grin pulled Darcy into the orbit of his charm. “If that’s okay with your pet parent.”

“Rope. Right.” Dirty thoughts flooded his mind of this gorgeous dog-tamer tying him up then twirling his long mustache.

Darcy frowned. Where in the hell had that thought come from?

“Don’t have kids,” Darcy replied.

The guy straightened, offering his hand. “Luca.”

He slapped Luca’s palm like a hostile idiot, wincing at himself. “Sorry! Darcy. Normally less aggressive with my greetings.” And my dirty thoughts. “How’d you get them to listen? One word and you’ve got them sitting like they’re perfect angels. You have got to teach me how you do it.” Darcy pressed his lips together. “Or not.”

Luca reached out again. Darcy mistakenly went for a second handshake, unwilling to pass up the opportunity to touch him one more time. His hands were callused, but gentle. Now Darcy wondered what they would feel like mapping out his naked body.

“Just the leashes, cariño.” Luca’s lopsided grin rearranged the rhythm of Darcy’s pulse. He couldn’t understand how someone he’d just met had cast some kind of spell over him.

Handing over the leashes, Darcy tore his eyes away from Luca’s. “Careful. You got a squirrel fanatic, a leash-tying expert, and a set of sharp teeth that likes to make everything a chew toy.” He chucked a thumb at Jimbo. “And he needs to learn to stop going along with the chaos.”

Luca untangled the leashes like he and Princess Consuela were kindred spirits. Darcy had never seen anyone unravel knots so fast. “You’re dealing with a pack of dogs, Darcy.”

“Okay, Captain Obvious. Thanks for clearing that up for me. I thought they were wild buffalo.” Did he think Darcy was dim-witted? 

His mouth twitched at the corner, dark gray eyes sparkling in the early-morning sun. “You have to be their leader, or you’ll never get the buffalo to respect you.”

Oh, Darcy liked his sense of humor. A lot of people got pissed at his directness, but Luca seemed to find it funny. Nice.

“If you hadn’t noticed, I was leading them.” Wherever they wanted to pull me.

“You’re gripping those leashes like you’re expecting a mutiny.”

Darcy raised an eyebrow. “It’s less mutiny, more full-scale rebellion. I’ve tried treats, lectures, and even bribery, but nothing seems to work.”

“You tried to bribe dogs?” Luca looked at him like Darcy needed his head examined.

“Right? Meatball refused to take the five bucks.” His lips twitched at the puzzled look on Luca’s face. “I think he’s sweet on Consuela. But I draw the line at being a doggy pimp.”

His quick, crooked grin pulled Darcy’s entire focus toward him. “Might make cute puppies.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Luca worked the tangles out with gentle strokes. Feeling those strong fingers gliding through his hair made Darcy shiver.

“Cold?” Luca asked, voice two octaves lower.

Darcy hid his smirk. “I could use some warmth.”

Luca’s nostrils flared as his gaze once again lowered to Darcy’s cock. “You are playing with fire, mi amor.”

Fuck pretense. Darcy moved closer, crowding into Luca’s personal space. “What if I want that fire to consume me?”

“You’re torturing me on purpose, mi cielo?” Luca moved until Darcy was pinned against the wall, but still left enough room so his mate  knew he had a choice to stay or move away. He stayed. “You have no idea what’s going on, my little human.”

“Then tell me,” Darcy said. “I know it’s something, because I shouldn’t want to be near you every second of the day. That’s not normal, Luca.” Not when the need felt so intense, when the thought of anyone harming Luca had completely flipped Darcy’s world. He’d gone from sipping coffee with the mechanic who could control dogs to wanting to belong to Luca so badly he practically ached with the need.

“My wolf has chosen you, cariño,” Luca said with a soft growl. “Mi elegido.”

“Chosen one.” What the translator had told him. “What does that mean? I think I know, but… tell me, Luca.”

“It wants to claim you. I want to claim you, mi guerrito.” He cupped Darcy’s jaw. “I would bind you to me for all eternity.” His finger ghosted over Darcy’s bare shoulder. “Bite you right here to bind our souls.”

Hard reality check. “Did you just say forever? Wolves don’t mess around, do they?” He’d just wanted to seduce Luca and get laid. “Do you have to bite me if we have sex?”

Why are you still trying to find a way to get fucked? He just said forever, idiot.

“I won’t be able to stop myself, mi amor.” He kept tracing a gentle path back and forth over Darcy’s shoulder. “My wolf won’t let me fight it.”

Their mouths met with a quiet ache, dragging the moment into something deeper. Luca slid his knuckles over Darcy’s neck, drawing out a moan.

His palm slid up until he found a nipple. When he pinched gently, Darcy gasped against his mouth, the sensation going straight to his cock.

“Luca.” Darcy arched into the touch, arched into his wolf.

“Hearing my name in that soft voice, all breathless and needy, makes my wolf growl with satisfaction. Me vuelves loco de necesidad.”

His eyes darkened with want, locking onto Darcy’s as if nothing else existed.

That’s what drew Darcy in. Why he was so swept away by this man. The way Luca looked at him, was there for him, the way he seemed to want to hold Darcy and never let him go.

Luca walked backward, leading Darcy to his bed, kissing him along his jaw while whispering, “Nadie jamás te amará como yo lo hago.”

“Please don’t make me use the translator.” Would it be so bad to belong to Luca? Darcy had no one but his grandmother and dad, but he rarely talked to either. Luca made him feel seen, like he mattered to at least one person in this world.

Luca slid his jogging pants off, watching Darcy watch him, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

Darcy moved to stand between Luca’s legs.

Luca caressed Darcy’s sides, looking up at him as Darcy’s heart raced and his mouth went dry. A groan wrenched from between his lips as Luca stood, crowding his space.

“There’s no reversing this.”

He cupped the back of Darcy’s neck and pulled him close, their bodies aligning before his mouth took Darcy’s in a toe-curling kiss. Darcy groaned, sliding his arms around Luca’s waist, tucking himself into the man’s body as Luca inserted a knee between Darcy’s legs.

“Not changing my mind,” Darcy said as he tilted his head, giving Luca room to kiss his jaw and neck.

Perfecto.”

No translator needed.

He became lost in Luca’s touch, his lips, and his muscled body. When Luca gripped his ass, Darcy’s stomach clenched, a firestorm of need shooting through him.

He had to touch Luca, had to have that smooth, brown skin under his palms. Luca groaned into Darcy’s mouth, a hungry, desperate sound as he wrapped his fingers around Luca’s cock. His length was hard, thick, and long. Darcy stroked him and clung to Luca to keep his balance.

“Your touch is insanity,” he growled against Darcy’s skin.

The sound sent shivers over Darcy’s body as he squeezed Luca’s dick. “Then get ready to go nuts,” he teased. Had he really just said that? Oh, fuck. Darcy really had become a changed man.

And he loved it.

“You’re about to belong to me, mi amor.” Luca had the deep, seductive voice down pat. He made Darcy’s cock pulse with excitement.

Petty Crime Darcy. He shoved Luca, making him take a few steps back. He didn’t even bother to tell him why when one of Luca’s brows arched.

Instead, Darcy lowered to his knees, wanting a taste of him.

Luca grabbed the base and levered the head toward Darcy’s lips. “Devorame, hermoso.”

“Sounds like you just told me to devour you.” Darcy smirked.

Luca winked. “You’re catching on, kitten.”

Parting his lips, Darcy took the head into his mouth, moaning when Luca’s pre-cum exploded across his taste buds.

Luca hissed, his legs trembling as he held on to the base. His eyes were heavy-lidded, staring down at Darcy with desire. The tips of his canines were showing, spurring Darcy to take even more. He slid his lips farther down Luca’s cock, using his tongue to trace the heavy vein.

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