[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Fantasy Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifter, werewolves, HEA]
Al is furious. He does not want the murder of his mate to go unpunished, but what choice does he have when the leader of his dragon clan puts a halt to their plans? He’s stuck. Rhodium has found his mate, and because an omega cannot fight, and the number of warriors they have is so small, things have been put on hold.
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Al held the smaller man back, yanked him back, actually. He went after Copper, who glared at the other man as he held his throat in one hand as though getting ready to rip his head off his shoulders.
“You little sack of shit!”
Al grabbed his friend by the shoulder, which, thankfully, seemed to be enough to snap him out of it.
Copper dropped the small dragon, who crumpled onto the floor, his hands clutching at his throat as he coughed and struggled for breath.
“That son of a bitch! He fucking got me in the back of the head!” Copper touched the back of his head again, noting the blood. “I’m bleeding!”
“You won’t be for long. Stop bitching.”
The other man used Al’s and Copper’s distraction to his advantage, as he suddenly and without warning punched Copper in the balls.
Copper doubled over, the face he made almost comical as his attacker called out to Scott.
“Come on! Let’s go!”
He ran. Scott tried to follow.
Al stepped in the way. He blocked the door, causing Scott to freeze up at this new development.
Al didn’t care. He couldn’t let Scott leave.
He needed…holy shit. He needed this man. As in really needed him. He had to have him.
Al recognized this for what it was, and it terrified him beyond anything and everything he’d ever experienced in his life.
No. It was too soon. This couldn’t be happening to him so soon after Tony had been taken from him. He didn’t want it happening at all!
“Get away from my brother!”
The other man, Scott’s brother, jumped on Al’s back, punching him in the back of the head, which was more of an annoyance than anything else now that the man didn’t have his weapon of choice.
Copper managed to get to his feet, and he was furious as he grabbed Scott’s brother right off Al’s back.
His fist came down hard once on the man’s face, and it was enough. The man slumped and didn’t move again after Copper hit him in the face like that.
Scott surged forward. Al grabbed him before he could attack Copper, as well.
Al didn’t think Copper would show much restraint, considering the anger that was radiating from him.
“Don’t hurt him! Jamie!”
“He’s not in pain,” Al said. “He’s unconscious. He’s fine. I promise you. He’s fine.”
And he meant that promise. Al growled at Copper. “Don’t harm that man.”
“He fucking punched me in the dick!”
“I don’t care. Rhody! Where the fuck are you?”
Al needed his leader here. This was fucked up, and he had not expected this when he came back to the clan territory.
Now that he did have to deal with it, he was going to need some help.
“Jamie,” Scott moaned, though he no longer fought so hard to be free of Al’s grip.
And Al petted the man’s hair, soothing him, still needing his touch.
Fuck, he smelled so good.
“He’s fine. I promise, he’s fine.”
“What the hell are you making promises like that to him for?” Copper snapped. Had he been in his dragon form, his spikes might have seemed a little more…spiky. “He’s not supposed to be here!”
“Yes he is.”
Al fell back into that place of Zen, that area of calm he’d fallen into the moment he’d looked into those mismatched eyes.
He hadn’t felt this at peace since the last time he and Tony had enjoyed a morning together.
“What? What did you say?”
Al looked at Copper then back at his new mate.
“Scott is meant to be here. He’s mine.”
Copper blinked. “Yours? And by yours do you mean…yours?”
Al looked at the younger warrior.
Copper’s eyes flew wide. “Fucking hell.”
* * * *
Scott was ashamed of the fact that he could hardly pay attention to what was happening to his brother. Not when there was someone so handsome, someone who smelled so delectable and good right in front of him.
And the man was making eyes at him. It was clear what he wanted, and holy hell, yes, Scott wanted to give it to him.
What the hell was this? What was happening to him? Why was his body so damned…hot?
He felt like he was going to implode with heat. It was difficult to catch his breath in that moment.
He didn’t know how the hell he was still on his feet.
Oh, right, because that huge dragon with the nice smell was still holding on to him.
Scott blinked. The sound of that rumbling voice, so close to his ear, the soft rush of breath against his skin, went right to his cock.
It was still there, in the back of his mind, but he was able to enjoy this, enjoy the sounds of Scott’s sighs as he sank his lips down farther around the base of his cock until he could go no farther.
Al just barely felt the tip touch the back of his throat. He held his place there for a few long seconds before carefully pulling back.
“God, that’s good.” Scott sighed, his fingers gripping Al’s hair. “Oh fuck.”
Yeah, he was definitely getting lost to the pleasure. Good. That was good.
Al took the man’s dick in hand, pumping it at his leisure. “Tell me how much you want this.”
He wanted the man to tell Al how much he wanted him.
Scott nodded, his face twisting under the pleasure. “I want it.”
Pre-cum formed at the slit of Scott’s prick. Al took it, using it to slick his fingers. Any other time he wouldn’t have done this, but even he had only so much patience.
Scott nodded desperately. “I do.”
“Good.” Al reached around. He pushed his fingers into Scott’s crease, finding his pucker.
Scott jumped a little when Al touched him there.
Al kissed Scott’s thighs, soothing him as he pushed his fingers inside.
First one. Then another.
Scott sighed, clutching at Al’s shoulders until he dug his claws into his skin.
That was good. Al liked that touch of pain. He liked the clench of Scott’s hole around his fingers.
“I can’t wait until my cock is inside you. Christ, you have no idea.”
Al kissed Scott’s thighs again.
He hadn’t felt this alive since before the attack. He wanted to feel alive again. He wanted to feel the warmth of another person in his arms.
He wanted Tony here with him. So badly. He wished this was Tony, but Tony was gone. Scott was not him, but he was a mate. He was someone Al’s instincts called to, and Al was going to take what he could get.
Al scissored his fingers. He hooked them, remembering how Tony liked it. This wasn’t Tony, but Al still needed to please his new mate.
When Al found Scott’s prostate, he stroked it without mercy, relishing the sounds of Scott’s moans, which were increasingly becoming louder by the second.
The guys had better have fucking left the house. He didn’t want them listening in on this.
“Oh fuck!” Scott pushed his ass back against Al’s fingers, his body spasming, tensing, giving every indication that he was close to his orgasm.
Which wasn’t what Al wanted. He pulled his fingers free, listening with pleasure to the sound of Scott’s moan in return.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
Al couldn’t help but be pleased by the slight note of panic in Scott’s voice.
“I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry.”
Al grabbed Scott by the waist, flipping him around before he could have the chance to obey. He kicked the man’s feet slightly wider apart. Scott moaned, his hands coming up against the wall, bending his head as he panted for breath already.
“Fuck me. God, fuck me.”
He would. Al’s prick throbbed. He felt a brief few seconds of relief when he pushed his jeans down, freeing his cock, but then that ache and throb returned with a vengeance and there was little he could do against the lust and discomfort except press the crown of his cock against Scott’s hole.
He could hear the sound of Scott’s frantically beating heart. Al’s own heart pounded as if in answer to the sound.
This wasn’t Tony. He was going to fuck someone other than Tony. Shouldn’t this hurt him? Shouldn’t he regret this? Feel guilty for it?
It was almost funny how he was feeling guilty for not feeling guilty. How in the hell was that supposed to work?
“Please, please, please,” Scott begged, his voice a rasping sound of desperation.
Al snapped himself out of his thoughts, coming back to the reminder of the ache in his groin.
He spat in his hand, slicking himself a little more.
Next time he would take his time. The next time they did this it would be proper, but for now, he couldn’t stop himself anymore. He needed to fuck his mate. He needed to spill his seed inside him and make Scott smell like him before anyone else could smell how wonderful he was and take him away.
Al grunted as he pressed the head of his cock to the man’s pucker. The ring of resistance pushed back just slightly before Scott’s body accepted him and Al was able to pop inside.
Scott threw his head back, his mouth falling open in what could have been a pleased sigh or a pained gasp.
Al curled his arm around the man’s chest.