[The Lynn Hagen ManLove Collection: Contemporary, ManLove, Alternative, Suspense, Paranormal, Shape-shifters, MM, HEA]
His entire life Roy Benton has tried to be half the man his father had been. Unfortunately, he was born with his mother’s petite stature. Not even joining Maple Grove police department makes him feel manly, especially when the other deputies are built like linebackers. Roy is always trying to prove he can handle the job, that he doesn’t need anyone’s help, until a psychotic vampire sets his sights on Roy.
Calhoun Reckless left his pack behind when he agreed to help Panahasi shut down two drug labs. However, the men running one of the labs escape, and are now after Calhoun. One twisted vampire. One evil wolf shifter and a crazed demon want him dead. When Panahasi hides Calhoun in a small town, he has no idea he would find his mate. But the men after Calhoun will stop at nothing to not only destroy him, but the human who has come to mean everything to Calhoun.
Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.
“So what do you think about our latest case?” Darren asked when Lacey walked away.
“It’s got me stumped,” Malik admitted.
Roy agreed. There had been a rash of home invasions around town, and no one had found a single clue to help their investigation. It was as though the intruder was a ghost. He left no prints behind. No clues whatsoever. He didn’t even take anything of value.
The only thing the victims reported stolen were their panties, and that just creeped Roy out. The perp didn’t even make contact with the victims. He simply stole women’s underwear and left.
“A guy with a panty fetish.” Roy shrugged.
Darren looked at Malik and grinned. “What kind of fetish do you have?”
“Killing people who ask me about fetishes.”
Roy envied their good-natured ribbing. Although they were kind and helped Roy out a lot, he never felt a part of the team. Not entirely.
Darren chuckled and turned to Roy. “You got any we need to know about?”
Roy felt himself blush at such a personal question. With his fair skin, he knew he was beet red. “None that I can think of.”
What made Roy’s existence worse was the fact he was still a virgin. His only fixation was to get laid. But with the hours he worked and his lack of flirting skills, he was afraid he would die before he got laid.
Darren had started to say something else when Lenox and Emilio walked in, joining them. He watched the couples kiss and hug, and it was more than Roy wanted to see.
He excused himself and went to the bar, giving the men time to say hello to their boyfriends without making him squirm.
“What can I get you?” Armand asked as his gaze darted down the counter at a woman waving for his attention.
“A shot of whiskey.” Though Roy never drank the hard stuff, maybe it would help loosen him up so he could find a hunk to go home with and lose his V card.
Although Roy wanted what his coworkers had, a loving relationship, right about now he’d take a one-night stand. He just wanted to experience what it would be like to be wanted by someone. To be held in a man’s arms, for that person to kiss him until his head spun.
To fuck him until Roy couldn’t walk straight.
Armand set the shot glass in front of Roy and poured the drink. Roy sniffed at it before he swallowed it down. He coughed, and tears leaked out the corners of his eyes. The whiskey burned all the way down, making him cough again.
He felt as if his esophagus and stomach were on fire. Roy slammed the shot glass down and pointed at it. “One more,” he said in a rough, loud whisper, waiting for his insides to stop burning.
Armand arched a brow. “You sure you can handle it?”
Roy wasn’t sure he was handling the first one. “One more,” he repeated.
With a shrug, Armand poured another. This time Roy didn’t knock it back. He sipped from the shot glass as the bartender grinned.
Roy ignored the guy, sucked in a deep breath, then swallowed the whiskey down, wishing he’d asked for ice water instead. The second shot went down smoother. Probably because his insides were already scorched so they were numb to the additional shot.
He fished his wallet out and paid for them before going back to his table. The tacos were sitting there, along with bottles of beer.
“Where’d you go?” Malik asked as he fed Emilio pieces of taco.
Emilio was damn near sitting on Malik’s lap, and Lenox was snuggled up to Darren like he was one of Darren’s appendages. It seemed his trip to the bar hadn’t made things easier.
“Just making rounds,” Roy lied.
“Any prospects?” Darren asked.
If only. “Nothing so far. I’m gonna head back into the crowd.”
Darren and Malik were engrossed in their boyfriends, giving Roy a wave. So much for hanging out with the cool guys. Roy ignored the food and drinks as he went back to the bar.
That was it. He was gonna get wasted and find someone to go home with. He was sick and tired of being alone. Sick and tired of feeling like the odd man out.
When Roy snagged an empty stool, he raised his hand. But it wasn’t Armand who came his way. Roy swallowed roughly as he stared up at a new bartender.
The guy looked intimidating, with tattoos on his left arm and all over his neck. He had icy blue eyes that said for everyone to fuck off.
And he was the sexiest man Roy had ever seen.
“What can I get you?” The guy’s question wasn’t asked in a friendly manner, but it wasn’t acerbic either.
Roy opened his mouth then closed it. He tried again, but words failed him. If he thought Malik and Darren were strong, powerful men, they had nothing on this guy. The bartender could probably get a confession out of a perp with a single glare.
A shot of burning lust coursed through Roy as he stared at the guy like a true idiot. He was sure the bartender got plenty of attention, and Roy was just another drooling moron in a long line of drooling morons.
Roy’s gaze swept from the man’s amazing eyes, to his hard jaw that had a thin line of stubble shadowing it, to his muscled chest and arms, down to his rigid abs.
“Any day now,” the guy said.
“A shot of whiskey.” Roy finally got his brain to reboot. He was also hard as hell. His jeans felt a bit tighter as the bartender poured his shot.
When Roy reached for it, their hands touched. It felt as though a live wire had brushed his skin. Roy snatched his hand back as the bartender’s eyebrows shot to his hairline.
He leaned across the bar and sniffed at Roy, and Roy didn’t pull back. He didn’t dare move. Everything around him faded as the bartender leaned back.
Roy’s heart pounded as he knocked back the shot. He would never be so lucky as to go home with this man, but a guy could dream.
He set his glass down. “Keep them coming.”
Calhoun pulled back and stared down at Roy with furrowed brows. “Did you just come from kissing?”
Roy lay there enjoying the tiny aftershocks as he gave the man a goofy, sated smile. “That was amazing.”
“Shit,” Calhoun groaned. He pulled Roy’s pajama bottoms off. Thankfully he’d forgone underwear. His cock was wet and sticky but already trying to stir back to life.
“Was that too fast?” It was the fastest Roy had ever experienced, and he’d jacked off enough to know it had also been the best he’d ever had.
“Lube?” Calhoun kissed his way across Roy’s jaw as he moved around.
Roy had no idea what the guy was doing until he saw Calhoun toss his underwear aside. Roy tilted his head back and groaned as his lover nibbled his way down Roy’s long neck and sucked at his Adam’s apple.
He didn’t even care that Calhoun hadn’t answered his question. Roy would never look at his kitchen table the same again.
Calhoun scooped him from the table and carried Roy down the hallway. They were both naked. Roy was finally going to get laid. Calhoun’s cock kept bouncing against Roy’s ass, teasing him, making Roy’s own cock grow stiff once more as they entered the bedroom.
Roy laughed when Calhoun dropped him on the bed, making him bounce, but the sound was cut off when he looked up at Calhoun and saw wild desire in the man’s eyes.
It was time to get down to business, and Roy had to admit he was nervous as fuck. He had no idea what to do, how to do it, or what he should say, if anything.
“I’m a virgin!”
Roy wanted to go back in time and force himself not to blurt those words out. He was mortified as he buried his face in his hands, wishing a hole would open up and swallow him. Had he really just shouted that at a naked, willing partner?
He’d never been so embarrassed in his life.
Roy peeked between his fingers and saw Calhoun simply staring at him. “Just forget I said that.”
But there was no way Roy would ever forget how heart-stopping Calhoun looked standing there naked. He continued to peek through his fingers as his gaze slid over all the muscles, the tanned flesh, the thick, long cock jutting between Calhoun’s powerful legs.
If he died of embarrassment right now, Roy would be a happy man. Dead but happy. With a smile and a boner, too.
Calhoun gently pulled Roy’s hands away from his face. God, he didn’t want to look up at the guy. His body was flush from humiliation, and he wanted to crawl under the blankets to get away from what he’d admitted.
While he sat there ready to combust from the burning heat coursing through his body, Calhoun grabbed the lube from the drawer and tossed it on the bed.
Instead of jumping Roy’s bones, Calhoun pulled them both onto the covers and stretched out beside Roy. He didn’t say anything about Roy’s confession. Calhoun slid his hand down Roy’s side and started kissing him again, only he didn’t linger on Roy’s lips. He made his way down his body, placing kisses along the way until he reached Roy’s cock.
“Holy shit!” Roy fell to his back when Calhoun swallowed Roy’s cock down his throat. He punched his hips upward as he grabbed at Calhoun’s hair, jabbering unintelligible things as Calhoun pulled off Roy’s cock and worked his way down to his balls.
Roy cried out as Calhoun spread his legs even farther, licking and lapping and nipping until Roy thought he would lose his ever-loving mind.
Then a wet finger slid into Roy’s ass. That was it. He was gonna die from sheer pleasure. That was what his sister would put on his tombstone. Here lies Roy. The idiot died from his first experience with sex. May he rest in embarrassment for all eternity.
His thoughts scattered when Calhoun added a second finger, thrusting them deep inside Roy as he worked his way back up to Roy’s cock. Roy’s legs trembled. His heart thundered. His body coiled tight as those glorious fingers kept pumping in and out of his ass as Roy kept chanting “oh god, oh god, oh god.” He really wished he would shut the hell up.
He was that close to having another orgasm when Calhoun removed his finger, making Roy cry out in frustration.
His lover crawled back up Roy’s body and planted a kiss on his lips that wrecked Roy’s soul. He was ready to beg the man to fuck him as Calhoun latched onto one of Roy’s nipples, lashing the hard nub with his tongue.
Roy hissed, clamping his hands on Calhoun’s head as he writhed beneath the man. “Please, Calhoun. I need…”
“And I’ll give, just as soon as I’m done playing with your beautiful body.”
He latched onto Roy’s neglected nipple. If they’d been in an interrogation room, Roy would’ve sung like a canary. The way Calhoun tortured Roy’s body had him ready to spill all his secrets.
And they hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet. The part where Calhoun fucked Roy until Roy’s brain melted.
Calhoun reached between their bodies and curled his fingers around Roy’s cock. He started stroking Roy as he continued to kiss him. It took only moments for Roy to cry out, another orgasm sweeping him under.
But as Roy came, Calhoun drove his cock into Roy’s ass. Roy clung to Calhoun, his nails digging into the man’s back as he waited for the pain to subside. Calhoun didn’t wait. He began to thrust hard and deep, morphing the pain into pleasure.
“Mine,” Calhoun whispered as he slid his arms around Roy. “All mine.”
Roy curled his legs around Calhoun’s waist, gasping at the way his body came to life. Why had he waited so long to have sex? This was…he couldn’t think of a good enough word to describe how Calhoun made him feel.