[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Fantasy, Shape-shifters, Paranormal, MM, HEA]
Jay only ever wanted to be left alone. When he escaped from his former mate, he thought he had it made.
Until one of Ian's henchmen caught him shopping in town and tried to assault him.
To his shock, another dragon steps in to his rescue, something he never thought any dragon would do. Not for a used up human like him, but Victor did it. He's handsome and kind and Jay can't help but be interested
Victor never forgave himself for the death of his mother. She was also a human, and seeing the humans being mistreated and attacked drives him to act.
There is something about this human, however, something that Victor can't ignore. Jay is special, and Victor can't stay away. He barely knows the human, but he wants him, wants to give Jay his bite and claim him for his own, even if he has to fight Jay's old mate to do it.
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Get off me! Let go of me!”
The distinct sound of flesh striking against flesh had Victor coming to a halt.
He didn’t look, but he heard it, and he could almost see from the corner of his eye as someone behind the cafe was being accosted.
Likely a human. Perhaps his mate as well.
Not his business. He needed to keep walking.
“You’ve still got Ian’s bite. You’re coming back home.”
“No! I live with Theodore and Teddy now! I work for them!”
Those names. The same Teddy? Vince’s mate?
Another strike of a hand.
The human cried out.
He had to keep moving. If it was a runaway human, there was nothing that could be done about it. He belonged to his mate. Victor would not be allowed to interfere.
“Let go!” A grunting sound. This time Victor did look, and he watched the male clutching his stomach and sliding to his knees next to a dumpster while the dragon above him smirked and grabbed his hair.
When he began working his belt one-handed, Victor could no longer stay back, unwilling to walk away and imagine where this was going to go.
“What is happening here?”
The male dragon, one who appeared at least ten years older, his face round with a few long scars down his cheek, indicating this male partook in dragon fights, looked at Victor with his brows drawing together.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“H-help, please,” said the human.
Victor did not look at him. He did not want to get too good a look at his face, did not want to see the desperation there, especially if it turned out there would be nothing he could do to assist him.
“What are you doing to that human? He said he does not belong to you.”
“Piss off,” said the male, as though angered more so at being questioned than the implication he was messing with a human who belonged to another.
So Victor did look at the human, finally.
He was young. So young, and his right eye was beginning to swell, one cheek turning a bright shade of pink and purple.
No doubt both were fresh and had come from this male here.
“You mentioned Teddy and Theodore, correct?”
The man’s eyes widened, showing off just how pretty they were.
“Do you belong to them?”
“No, he doesn’t!”
“I do! Please! I do!”
A human’s word against a dragon’s. It was clear who he should believe and what he should do.
Worst case, he could go to his brother and confirm if there was a human missing or not, and this young man could be retrieved.
But what would happen to him in the meantime?
“I am on my way to visit Theodore. His son mated with my brother, and if this human belongs to them, I will be the one to return him.”
The human made a choked, animal sound that Victor had only ever heard a few times in his life, and it brought him back to so many ugly memories that he almost didn’t notice the way the little human scrambled forward, desperate to reach out to him.
Only to be yanked back when the dragon grabbed him by the back of his neck, perhaps a bit too hard, as the human yowled a pained noise that had Victor rushing forward and damn all the consequences.
He punched the male in the face, letting the human fall to the ground, clutching the back of his neck with both hands, blood seeping through his fingers, and Victor literally began seeing red.
“Don’t fucking touch him!”
Victor lifted Jay into his arms, carrying him toward the bed.
Jay kept right on smiling as if he was having the time of his life.
It would only get better from here. Victor’s cock ached for more of Jay’s body, and he would get it.
He let Jay fall onto the crisp sheets. The male pushed himself to his elbows, grinning, waiting to see what Victor would do.
First, Victor grabbed Jay’s legs and yanked his boots off, and he was pleased to see the tenting happening in Jay’s pants.
Just like that, Victor had the unmistakable urge to put Jay’s cock into his mouth.
“Get out of your pants,” he growled. “Right now.”
Jay was quick to obey. “You promise it won’t hurt?”
Victor paused. Jay was still undressing, seeming unconcerned for what he’d just asked.
As if, if Victor were to tell him that it would be painful, Jay would simply shrug and accept it if it would mean no longer belonging to another.
Now he really wanted to taste his cock. If there was one surefire way to put a man at ease, it was that.
“You will like this,” Victor said. “Trust me.”
He didn’t wait for Jay to get out of his shirt.
When the shoes, pants, and jacket were gone, that was all he needed to get moving.
Jay frowned as though confused as to why Victor was still on his knees, stroking his big hands up and down Jay’s pale thighs. “What are you—oh! Ooooh my God,” Jay moaned, falling onto his back, his hands coming up and covering his mouth.
His hips immediately surged forward, a desperate need to thrust and fuck into Victor’s mouth.
Victor allowed it happily.
He didn’t often like doing this, and there were very few people in the world he’d done this to, but that same, special thing about Jay, the thing that pulled Victor to him again and again seemed to compel him.
He had such a nice cock. Victor slid his tongue around the base, admiring it, worshiping it.
Jay’s cock tasted like skin, a little salt, and something else he couldn’t place, but Victor loved it.
He sank his mouth deeper around the shaft, hallowing his cheeks and holding still when he felt the head of Jay’s dick gently touching the back of his throat.
Just barely, however, and only when Jay thrust forward, as though trying to sink in as deep as possible.
He seemed to be about average size for a human, not that Victor had seen many human cocks, but it was just perfect.
Large enough to be fun but without choking him.
“M-more, please, oh please, more,” Jay begged, squirming and huffing for breath while Victor went down on him.
Victor gave more, the dragon side of his brain determined to please the man now that he had him.
The dream he’d had the night before was a reality, and he didn’t even have to wait that long.
Victor bobbed his head, humming around Jay’s prick and massaging his balls while he worked. Jay didn’t seem to know what to do with himself. He moaned, tossing his head from side to side, his hands coming into Victor’s blond hair and gripping tight one second, and then pulling away and yanking on his own the next.
Victor smiled around his mouthful, and he had to admit, it was something of an ego boost to see Jay reacting in such a way.
Victor still had it. That was for damn sure.
“Oh God! Oh God!” Jay yelled, clapping his hands over his mouth at the last second as he shouted into his palms. Victor had already sensed his coming orgasm and was more than ready for it.