[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Supernatural, Fantasy, Shifter, Gay/Alternative, Action, Suspense, Contemporary, MM, HEA]
Mike can't forget about being attacked by dragons. They wanted to turn him and his best friend into playthings. They almost got away with it, if some other dragons hadn't stepped in to save the day.
Tristan is exactly Mike's type, even if his red eyes scare the hell out of him at times. But Mike doesn't want to be a dragon chaser anymore. He doesn't want to be a fanboy, because no dragon would ever respect a guy like that, right?
Somehow, they seem to keep meeting up. Tristan keeps on coming to him, and Mike can't bring himself to stay away. When the chance to get back at some of the dragons who attacked him comes up, and Mike is invited to the fight, invited to be Tristan's support, how can he possibly say no?
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
Tristan ducked out of the way when he saw Mike walk by. The room he was looking into was the one that used to belong to Zack. Now it was mostly empty with the exception of a few larger pieces of furniture, but the bedroom door itself was open, allowing Tristan a better look as Mike walked back and forth.
Still not close enough.
Tristan damn near opened the window before he stopped himself, his body freezing as his hands were ready to push up the window. What the hell was he doing? Was he out of his mind? This was the craziest thing he’d ever done, and Tristan had done some crazy and stupid shit before.
He couldn’t break into some human’s apartment like this. Even if he was a dragon, there were still certain rules he could be expected to follow.
Of course, he could always bribe any human police to look the other way. He wouldn’t be the first dragon in history to use his money and influence to get away with shit he wasn’t supposed to be doing.
But would Mike trust him if he just entered his home?
Tristan made a decision. He needed to see the other man, if only to confirm a few things, and then he could go. But he couldn’t invite himself in, even if the fool had left his window unlocked. Tristan was going to have a word with him about that when they talked.
For now, he gently knocked on the window.
He did it again just in case Mike happened to think there were pigeons tapping on the glass.
He tapped on the glass a third time when Mike suddenly appeared in the doorway to Zack’s old bedroom, the kitchen light behind him giving off a silhouette of his body. It was the sort of thing that somehow made him look even better than he already looked. He looked like Tristan could strip him out of his clothes and take what he wanted right here and now.
Mike approached the window slowly, squinting a little before the recognition dawned.
He’s not necessarily going to want to have sex with you, don’t get your hopes up.
Tristan had to remind himself that Mike might have someone else, and even if he didn’t, the guy clearly didn’t like him after his bad experience with other dragons a few weeks ago.
This could turn into nothing at all and the guy might tell Tristan to fuck off.
For some reason, Tristan couldn’t stop his heart from beating so fast, from drumming in his ears and throat as Mike opened the window, looking up at Tristan while he sat on his haunches.
“Hi,” Tristan said. “I came to check on you.”
Mike blinked up at him, his soft brown eyes kind of perfect.
Fuck, Tristan forgot how many freckles the man had. Freckles were his absolute weakness.
“You came to check on me?”
Tristan nodded. “To make sure Boris and his stupid friends don’t come along and start something. Don’t worry though, we don’t really think you’re in any danger. It’s just a precaution, and Zack’s been worried.”
“Oh,” Mike said.
Tristan waited, but it seemed he wasn’t going to get much more out of the man than that.
“Are you all right? Have you been afraid?”
Mike shook his head. “No, I haven’t. Are you sure I don’t have anything to worry about? People don’t normally go out to guard places or people they’re not worried about.”
Tristan thought quickly. He didn’t have to lie too much. “Zack was upset after what happened, even after Tory won the fight with Boris and beat the piss out of him, Zack still wanted to make sure you were safe.”
“Have you been coming by a lot?”
This conversation was getting a little stale.
He was about to say that he should go, that he shouldn’t be there when Mike interrupted him. “Yeah, I figured because I thought I felt a giant bat out there somewhere.”
Tristan tensed, annoyance rushing through him. “A giant bat?”
“Yeah, you kind of look like one when you’re fluttering outside and you think I can’t see you.”
This human was so fucking lucky Tristan didn’t hit people weaker than himself. Humans were, for the most part, off limits in that respect.
“I won’t come by anymore if this annoys you.”
Mike shook his head. “No, I was just wondering when you’d stop being a creep and come on in.”
Before Tristan could yell at the man or fly away, Mike reached up for him, pulling him halfway into the bedroom and yanking Tristan down to his hands and knees on the improperly placed fire escape, while Mike pushed himself to his toes and kissed him on the mouth with his perfectly plump, pink lips.
Well, that was… unexpected.
Mike had bought a new pack of condoms and everything. He was prepared. Not because he’d been hoping to have sex with Tristan these last few weeks, but because he had a miniature doomsday prepper living inside his head.
Always better to be prepared than to not be.
“Right here,” Mike said. “Get out of your shirt.”
Tristan was already on it, removing his shirt, revealing his perfect chest with the sort of muscle definition Mike could only dream of having.
God, he was a sucker for guys with muscles.
Meanwhile, he looked scrawny in comparison.
Tristan stopped undressing, looking at him suddenly, as though he could see right through him. Which was strange.
“There’s nothing wrong with you.”
Mike froze. “What do you mean?”
Tristan took Mike’s face into his hands. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice shockingly soft as he kissed Mike on the mouth.
Literally no one in his life had ever called him that before. He’d always thought that word was more associated with women, but here they were, Mike’s stomach melting into a puddle and his knees getting all wobbly.
What the hell was happening here? Why did he feel like this? This was supposed to be just sex, and the more Tristan kissed him, the gentler he was, the more Mike fell into it as if…
As if it was something more than that.
No. It wasn’t. He had to get this idea out of his head because there was no way he was letting himself get caught up in some stupid fantasy. Zack was the one who found a true mate in a dragon. Mike was just going to have sex with one, and probably only because Tristan wanted to absorb some of the power that came with Mike’s red hair.
It wasn’t going any farther than this.
Mike yanked Tristan down onto the couch. Their bodies collided at first, and Mike ended up getting elbowed in the stomach. He grunted hard.
“Sorry,” Tristan said, his voice breathless. He seemed to think it was funny, because then he was smiling at Mike for that. “You all right?”
“Uh, wait until my guts realign themselves.”
Tristan snorted, shaking his head. “I don’t think I can wait that long,” he said, and promptly kissed Mike on the lips again before he could come up with an awesome, witty retort.
Mike wanted to be angry with him, but even the mild annoyance he felt was quickly brushed aside in favor of something much more pleasant.
Well, whatever. So long as they both got what they wanted out of this, then he wasn’t going to make a fuss.
Wrapping his arms around Tristan’s shoulders—they were so broad—Mike leaned back, letting the guy adjust himself until he was between Mike’s thighs.
Tristan seemed to be a generous lover, too. He didn’t just start moving. His hand reached down, taking Mike’s cock, large fingers curling around the shaft, stroking him, teasing him, while Mike mewled against his mouth. And now Mike was the one thrusting mindlessly against that hand, his body warming, gasping for breath while their mouths were connected.
Fuck, this was nice. Mike didn’t expect it to be this nice. They’d barely done anything, but the more Tristan touched him, the more Mike started to think there wouldn’t be any going back.
Tristan stopped kissing Mike suddenly, their mouths making a smacking noise as they parted, and Mike moaned from the loss.
Tristan paid no attention to him.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” he said.
Mike didn’t know exactly what he was talking about. Not until Tristan shimmied his way down, Mike’s cock still held firmly in his hand. Because Mike’s brain stopped working, he stupidly didn’t realize what Tristan was about to do until the man’s lips touched the head of his dick. Mike sucked back a heavy breath, his spine arching as he punched his head back into the cushions of the sofa as the tight, wet heat of Tristan’s mouth engulfed him.
Oh God, holy shit, that was amazing. A dragon was blowing him and it was fantastic.
Mike wasn’t so sure if it was because he idolized dragons that the blowjob was so amazing, or if it was because Tristan was that talented, but whatever. He didn’t care so long as Tristan never stopped. He worked Mike’s cock like a champion. His lips and cheeks tightened around the base before slowly pulling back up the shaft. Tristan pulled those perfect lips away from the head for just a second, and when Mike looked down at the man, it was just in time to see Tristan stick his tongue out and toy with the slit of his cock head.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned.
Tristan looked up at him, those red eyes shining with all kinds of pleasure. He looked positively wicked, and not necessarily because his eyes were red either. He looked like he was about to enjoy a torture session.
“You can torture me all you want,” Mike said without thinking.
“You want me to make you talk? I can make you talk,” Tristan replied, as though they were in the middle of a game.
Mike was totally willing to play along. “No, no, please mister dragon, sir, if you keep tormenting with your mouth, I might implode all my human energy all over you.”