Rise of the Changelings Collection, Volume 2 (MM with MMF, MMM)

Rise of the Changelings 1

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In Rise to Seduction, Nate Valez, Enrique’s sure-handed top enforcer, can handle anything, except when it comes to Selene or Sasha. Selene hates Sasha because Nate, the man she loves, always loses his mind whenever he is around the wereleopard Alpha. Dangerous and seductive Sasha knows Nate is attracted to him, and that Selene despises him for it. What those two don’t know is that Sasha is attracted to them both and is only playing hard to get. When Nate and Selena’s lives are threatened, Sasha has a choice to make, either fight to win the war, or fight to protect the two werewolves who mean so much to him.

In Rise to Fall, ancient vampire Salvador comes to America to settle a score, but he never expects to find his mates along the way. John Freedman, former Death Squad leader, is reluctant to accept Salvador’s help in rescuing Omar Reed from torture and experimentation. As the war against nonhumans ramps up, the three struggle to stay alive and manage the growing chemistry between them. When Dorian is critically wounded, Salvador’s offer to save him could send Enrique over the edge.

In Rise to Live, Marco and Remus’s attempted rescue of a werewolf from Dexcom labs results in a nightmarish situation Remus doesn’t think he can survive. Meanwhile, the war has reached the White House as Enrique forces the president to end the insanity, or lose his life instead. Ending the war won’t be easy, and Enrique, Dorian, and those who fought alongside them face betrayal, lies, and deception that shake them to their foundation.

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.

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Rise to Seduction (MM with MMF) Rise to Fall (MM with MMM) Rise to Live (MM)

Rise of the Changelings Collection, Volume 2 (MM with MMF, MMM)
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Rise of the Changelings Collection, Volume 2 (MM with MMF, MMM)

Rise of the Changelings 1

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RISE TO SEDUCTION

STORY EXCERPT

 

Sasha watched as Nate’s jaw flexed. “I am not your brave boy.”

The tone was indignant, and Sasha gave the man a wicked grin. “So be it.” If only Nate would stop being so defensive. He had seen the change back at his home in Shelton, and Sasha couldn’t understand where it was coming from.

He knew he could be a real prick sometimes, but he was an alpha and it was in his DNA to be bossy and demanding. But he was also a very tactile creature. He loved being petted and played with. If only he could get Nate to play with him, maybe he wouldn’t be so wound up and ready to pounce on the man.

Besides, he loved when either of Nate or Selene’s cheeks colored with embarrassment. If they didn’t give a shit about Sasha, they wouldn’t be so easily ruffled.

At least, that was what he told himself.

He could be wrong, but Sasha wasn’t going to analyze their reactions. He had more pressing problems.

Like how to get across the center of the small town while a train of army-green trucks rolled by them. If the men coming through had been changeling, Sasha and Nate would already be dead. The two would have already been scented, fettered out, and killed. He never thought he would be so grateful for a weak sense of smell.

“So what’s the plan?” Nate asked as he pressed his back harder into the door of the car. Sasha was a bit surprised Nate was asking him. They didn’t exactly see eye to eye, and Nate had a very dominant personality. Sasha thought they would be arguing instead of Nate looking to him for leadership.

It pleased his cat to no end.

“First, stop pushing into the car before you knock it over and give us away.” Sasha had to admit, he had never met a larger man than Nate. What did the man eat for breakfast, cows? “Second, we need to wait until they have rolled by us before we use the various cars for cover.”

Nate’s expression almost made Sasha smile. He looked befuddled. He had to admit, for Nate, it was an adorable look. But then again, everything about Nate turned Sasha on. “That’s your brilliant plan? Leapfrog from one car to the next?”

Sasha gave Nate an exasperated look. “Unless you want to place trash cans over our heads and slowly inch our way across the square.”

Nate apparently didn’t find Sasha the least bit humorous. Not if the deep scowl on his face was anything to go by. Sasha ignored the man as he pulled his hair over his shoulder and began to braid it. He needed it out of his way if things went to hell and he had to fight.

Tossing the long plait back over his shoulder, he turned to see Nate watching him. Sasha held back the satisfied smile. He knew Nate watched him. Even when Sasha wasn’t looking, he could feel the man’s eyes on him.

If the werewolf only knew how much struggle Sasha went through to keep his aroused scent from suffusing the air when Nate or Selene was close by. He had wanted them for a while now. But he wasn’t going to take one without the other, and right now, Selene hated his guts. If Nate didn’t tell the woman how he felt soon, Sasha was going to throttle the man.

He had no chance in hell with either of them as long as Selene saw Sasha as competition. As long as the little vixen snarled at him—and pointed a gun in his face every chance she could—Sasha had nothing.

He wasn’t going to settle for nothing.

“I think we can start leapfrogging,” Nate said as he turned slightly and glanced up through the window.

The thought of playing leapfrog with Nate threatened to make Sasha ramrod hard. He forced the thought from his mind and took a glance for himself. The last vehicle had rolled by them. He waited another minute and then, in a crouched position, hurried to the next vehicle.

Nate’s jaw was set firm as he pushed from the car and hurriedly moved his way over to Sasha. This was going to take forever, but Sasha saw no other way of getting to Selene. She was across the square. The soldiers stood between them and her. If the humans had waited ten more minutes until they invaded this town, the three could have been on their way already.

Sasha glanced at the next car and groaned.

“What?” Nate asked as he glimpsed over his shoulder at the convoy parked haphazardly on the main street.

Sasha nodded toward the small, retro VW. “You are not small enough to hide behind that car.”

Nate glanced at the tiny car and then gave Sasha an unconcerned shrug. “You’d be amazed how I can fit my body into small places.”

Sasha’s arousal spiked at Nate’s innocent words. He had no idea when he announced he was going with the enforcer how truly torturous it would be. It seemed everything Nate said had a sexual innuendo hidden in the sentence.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Sasha’s cock was a wedge of pure steel, straining in his jeans as he pushed himself to his knees. With both hands, Sasha removed his shirt, tossing it aside. He thought Nate would fight him as he reached for the hem of the man’s shirt, but Nate lifted his arms and allowed Sasha to pull it over his head.

He pressed his chest to Nate’s heated back. The skin-to-skin contact was amazing. Wicked, driving hunger rose to the forefront of his senses. The only thing Sasha could think of was having Nate, possessing him, and making the man his mate.

When Nate grabbed Sasha and pulled him over the man’s heavily muscled thighs, Sasha didn’t fight the power move. He was very interested to see where this was going. He gave a low purr as Nate grabbed his hair and pulled it back. “What do you plan on doing, Nate?” Sasha teased.

Instead of answering him, Nate gripped Sasha’s hair tightly. The hard growl that left the werewolf’s lips was the only warning Sasha had before their mouths collided. Nate’s tongue rubbed against his, fought for dominance in the kiss.

Sasha could feel the rioting pleasure rising inside of Nate right before he placed the palms of his hands on the broad chest and pushed, sending them both tumbling toward the other end of the mattress. “Submit,” Sasha growled.

Nate yanked his hair back, his jade-green eyes beginning to glow as small yellow flecks of brilliance filled them. “You wish.”

His hips bunched, grinding his cock into the fabric of Nate’s jeans. “You know you want my cock buried deep in your tight ass, Nate. Admit it.”

Sasha could smell the sweet feminine arousal fill the air and knew Selene was sitting in the chair, her legs curled under her, watching them. Sasha reached down and unsnapped Nate’s jeans, pulling the zipper slowly down as he took Nate’s soft lips in another bruising kiss. The kiss wasn’t meant to be soft, it wasn’t meant to be gentle. It was a power struggle he intended to win.

Growling into Nate’s mouth, Sasha said, “Selene, remove his pants.”

When she hesitated, Sasha yanked his head to the side, effectively removing Nate’s hold on him. With lightning-fast reflexes, Sasha had Nate’s wrists pinned on either side of the man’s gorgeous head. “Take them off, Selene.”

“Forcing me?” Nate asked with small pants of breath.

Sasha licked at the man’s lower lip. “Trust me, by the time I’m done playing with you, you’ll be begging.” The damp heat of Nate’s tongue, the satiny softness of the werewolf’s lips beneath his, were like a narcotic that he couldn’t seem to rid himself of.

Sasha wanted to consume the man.

Lifting his hips, Sasha continued to plunder Nate’s mouth as Selene tugged at Nate’s pants. When Nate fought against his shackled wrists, Sasha gave a warning growl. It was low and vibrated his chest.

“Do you think taking me will be that easy?” Nate asked.

“I sure as hell hope not,” Sasha replied honestly right before Nate flipped them, pinning Sasha to the mattress. A low groan left his lips when he saw that Selene had succeeded in ridding the man of his pants. He turned his head to see her standing next to the bed, holding Nate’s jeans in her arms, and staring at them with slightly parted lips. Her chartreuse eyes were wide with aroused excitement.

“How about I fuck you in the ass instead?” Nate snarled out the challenge. “How would you like to feel my fat cock stretching your asshole?”

A sharp breath exhaled from Sasha’s lungs at not only the sensation of suddenly being flush against Nate, but the suggestive threat.

Sasha licked a long path across Nate’s collarbone and gave a low, provocative purr. “If you think you can get it, take it.” With brute force, Sasha pushed from under Nate and was on top of him, pressing the man’s chest into the mattress. “But I don’t think you are fast enough, buttercup.” He hitched his hips, driving his jean-clad cock into the man’s ass. “You like that, don’t you?”

He tightened his hands on the man’s wrists.

“I’m warning you,” Nate growled.

Sasha leaned forward, placing a light kiss on the man’s ear. “What, are you going to shoot me?”

When soft fingers began to unsnap Sasha’s pants, he purred his approval. Selene made quick work of pulling them down and off. Damn, she was a gem. Just as soon as he had his cock buried deep in the man’s tiny hole, he was going to have to make sure she was well rewarded.

And claimed.

Neither of them were getting out of this room until Sasha made them his. Sasha tilted his head to the side. “Come here, vixen.” Selene moved closer and Sasha nipped her bottom lip. “You smell so damn sweet. Your pussy is dripping wet, isn’t it?” As Sasha spoke, he let his freed cock run up and down the crack of Nate’s ass.

Selene nodded.

“Give me a minute to convince this gorgeous man to let me fuck him, and you’ll be played with just as thoroughly, baby.”

 

RISE TO FALL

STORY EXCERPT

 

It had been six months since Rick had gone on-air. He had announced to the world about the government’s plan. They wanted to unleash a virus that would not only make the entire world sterile, but it would take away the changelings’ ability to shift into their beasts. It would also give humans cancer.

At first, nothing had come from his broadcast, but slowly, over the past few months, Rick noticed a shift in the war. There were fewer soldiers out here fighting, more Rebellion groups forming, and they were finally winning.

But the number of Breed Hunters—groups of humans hell-bent on killing anything nonhuman—hadn’t declined. Figures. Cockroaches were hard as hell to kill.

Currently, Rick and his Rebellion group were fighting changeling mercenaries—his own fucking species who decided they liked money more than keeping their species alive. They were paid by private corporations to kill as many animals as they could.

But once Rick had made his on-air announcement, Dyson Pharmaceuticals, the leading company funding the mercenaries, backed out, withdrawing their funds as well. To say the mercenaries were pissed was an understatement. They seemed to be crawling out of the woodwork and coming after Rick with a hard-on.

“Running out of ammo,” Benito warned. “Tell me you got extra.”

“Nate!” Rick called over to his top enforcer, who was currently fighting two changeling mercenaries. Nate was a big man, huge even by changeling standards, and able to do some serious damage when pissed off. When the werewolf changeling glanced Rick’s way, he asked, “Got any extra ammo?”

Nate finished off the two he was fighting and then tossed Rick two clips. Rick caught them midair and handed them off to Benito.

He caught sight of his mate, Dorian, heading Rick’s way, a look of determination and panic in his Peruvian-brown eyes. Rick immediately scanned the area, his heightened changeling senses searching for the cause of Dorian’s alarmed expression.

They may be fighting mercenaries, but Rick knew Dorian wouldn’t let that worry him. It had been over a year since Dorian had been arrested for three murders he didn’t commit. In that period, the man had proven time and again he had a steel backbone.

“What is it?” he asked when Dorian drew close. Rick didn’t like to see anything but a smile on his mate’s face. Anything else was offending to his senses. Since mating Rick, Dorian hadn’t had a peaceful night’s rest. He could tell it was wearing on his mate. The dark circles under the man’s eyes were testimony to that. Dorian was quieter as well, despite the joviality he sometimes displayed.

He knew his mate. After over a year of living with their growing bond, he knew Dorian like the back of his hand. Something was changing in the man, and Rick wasn’t certain it was for the better.

“The mercenaries are running.”

Rick set the rocket launcher on the ground beside him and picked his rifle up, checking the clip. “That is a good thing.”

Dorian shook his head, his eyes flickering around the area. Rick hadn’t seen Dorian this nervous since they first starting running from the madness. Even as Dorian spoke, a strange sense of dread entered Rick’s mind. “Something has spooked them.”

Stilling, Rick glanced around as well. He was now on high alert, wondering what had scared the changeling mercenaries. “Do you know what frightened them, gatito?”

Dorian gave a quick jerk to his head. “No, but I saw them scenting the air before they took off.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

The man was utterly perfect.

His hands ran over the bare flesh, his nails scraping lightly, small red marks appearing along the way. “Maybe I am,” he repeated more slowly this time.

Glancing down Salvador’s body, just above where Omar was sitting, he saw the outline of Salvador’s erection. It was full, stretched wide, and left little to the imagination. Omar released the snap on Salvador’s pants, pulling the zipper down until he saw the moist head of Salvador’s cock peeking out.

The vampire’s tongue licked at Omar’s nipple, his lips nibbling sporadically. Omar gasped, his head arching back as that rough, rasping tongue stroked over Omar’s heated flesh. Oh, that was good. Real good. Hot, with a gentle abrasion that had Omar panting as Salvador moved slowly to the other nipple.

He glanced down at his mate, staring into the deep pools of black as he snaked his hand into Salvador’s jeans and massaged the heated flesh. It was hard, but felt like liquid silk under his fingers with the pre-cum leaking over Omar’s fingers.

Lifting his hand to his mouth, Omar sucked his fingers in, the taste rolling over his taste buds like nectar to a bee. He groaned, licking each finger clean before he pulled at the waistband of Salvador’s pants, chasing the material down Salvador’s body until he could toss the fabric aside.

Salvador lay there stunningly naked now, exposed to Omar’s appreciative eyes. Omar saw deep scars on Salvador’s thighs, but didn’t say a word. It made the man no less attractive in his eyes, although Omar wondered where he had gotten the scars from. He drank the man in as he pushed Salvador’s thighs apart. Salvador didn’t hesitate. He parted his legs, showing off the sexiest thing Omar had ever seen. A male’s body was such a sculpted piece of art to Omar, so perfect, so exotic. He found himself wanting to rub his scent over Salvador again.

The urge was strong, compelling him to lean forward until his stomach was touching Salvador’s erection. He rubbed his body over Salvador’s length, feeling the pre-cum trailing over his skin.

“Marking me again?” Salvador asked, his voice wrapped around Omar, touching him in the wickedest of places. Omar grinned as he pushed his body down the length of Salvador until his head was even with Salvador’s weeping cock.

“I don’t understand the compulsion.”

“It is the need to be close to your mate,” Salvador answered as his hands wandered down Omar’s sides, resting on his hips. He knew what Salvador was talking about. There was a pull that was almost maddening in his mind. Omar wanted to sink deep into the man’s soul and never come out.

It was a need so strong that Omar let it wash over him and carry him under.

He needed to taste Salvador.

Omar licked a path to Salvador’s cock. He nuzzled in the wiry curls before licking his way up the fully hard shaft and sucking at the engorged head to savor Salvador’s pre-cum. As he swallowed, Omar felt a large hand on his head and looked up to see Salvador gazing down at him. Not only were the man’s eyes filled with hunger, but to Omar’s amazement, they were filled with love as well.

Salvador loved him.

The strange scent in the air was wild, untamed, and pulled at Omar’s heart. He had gone from disliking vampires and hating humans to knowing in the depths of his soul that he loved Salvador and Freedman.

“You are a beautiful creature,” Salvador said as he brushed his knuckles over Omar’s cheeks. “Suck me, meu destino.”

Salvador’s fingers caressed Omar’s jaw, almost begging Omar to show Salvador just what he could do with his lips. Omar leaned forward, engulfing Salvador’s cock into his mouth. Salvador groaned out his pleasure as Omar swallowed the erection to the root. Using his tongue, Omar laved the tender depression beneath the swollen crown and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit, licking away the salty taste of Salvador’s desires.

“So perfect,” Salvador hissed as he pulled his finger free, placing his hand back onto the floor. Omar cupped the back of Salvador’s knees, pushing the man’s legs back as he worked his mouth over Salvador’s cock. His jeans became too tight, too confining, and Omar wanted to stop to pull them off, but wouldn’t let the cock slip free long enough to get the jeans free.

 

RISE TO LIVE

STORY EXCERPT

 

That was the seventh vampire they had to kill in two nights. Rick was getting irritated as hell. The Rebellion group was making its way to Washington, but it seemed every time they turned around, either someone needed help, or they were fighting their way out of a situation. It didn’t help that the master vampire, Kraven, was in hiding, but sending his Soul Reapers after them every few days. They never killed anyone, and Rick was starting to think it was Kraven’s way of fucking with their heads.

Like they needed that. Rick would love to get his hands on the damn man.

Not even Salvador, an ancient vampire from Brazil, could detect where Kraven was. And that didn’t set well with Rick. It either meant Kraven was growing in power, or messing with some dark voodoo shit.

Dorian walked to the truck and slid into the passenger’s seat while Rick set the body on fire. He wanted to make damn sure the thing was dead. There would be no getting up from this. He made sure there was a roaring blaze before heading toward his truck. Why the vampires were suddenly attacking, Rick had no clue. Maybe Kraven was sending them. Maybe he wasn’t. It wasn’t like he stopped them in the middle of fighting to ask. But whatever was going on, it had the vampires attacking the Rebellion groups all around. The vampires and the Soul Reapers could be two separate incidents, but Rick highly doubted that.

Walking across the grass to reach the road where he was parked, Rick scanned the area one last time. He knew they needed to get to Washington. Rebellion groups across the nation were waiting on him to call them into action. But Rick didn’t want to make that call until he was closer to the White House. With all the delays they were experiencing, he wasn’t sure he would be there in a few days’ time.

Hell, he was praying they made it there sometime before the end of the year, which was a long way off. With the vampires attacking and small things slowing them down, Rick was starting to think fate was keeping him away from his goal.

“You coming?” Dorian asked as he leaned forward, glancing from the passenger window, his Peruvian-brown eyes staring intently at Rick. “Unless you think more vampires are around. If there are, I’m sitting in the truck. Watching you cut their hearts out is not my favorite pastime.”

A grin tilted the side of Rick’s mouth as he rounded the truck and slipped into the driver’s seat. “You are such a wuss.”

Dorian gave a throaty protest as he sat back and tucked his arms over his chest. “I was a deli clerk before all of this started. I highly doubt I can add Rebellion and vampire slayer to my résumé once this is over. I’m sure no one would like me writing that I can slice meat while cutting a heart out.”

Rick chuckled, needling his mate. “You’re still a wuss.”

Although Dorian was glaring at Rick with narrowed eyes, Rick could see his mate fighting not to laugh. It was good to see him back to his old self. He had hated—and felt helpless—when his mate had gone through his meltdown not too long ago. It was something Rick never wanted to see his mate go through again. He had feared losing Dorian while the man worked things out in his head. Rick couldn’t blame Dorian. He was right. The guy had been a deli clerk before all of this had begun. Throwing his mate into this and expecting him not to crack was pure stupidity on Rick’s part.

He should have anticipated something like that happening. But Rick had been so caught up in the fight that he hadn’t paid attention to the signs.

He was paying attention now.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

He only needed one guess to figure out it was Marco’s hard cock. Remus gazed down at the man, Marco’s dark eyes growing sultry as he blushed.

Remus’s hand was shaking when he reached for the hardened shaft. Marco’s dick was heavy and thick and felt hot to the touch. Now that he had it in his hand, it looked even bigger. Marco’s bush had grown thick and was untrimmed. The dark hairs spilled down onto his sack as well. He slid his hand up and down, mesmerized by the way the foreskin slid back and forth across the head.

Remus slid down the bed and gave the underside of the head a lick, causing Marco to groan. He licked his tongue up and down the shaft, then sucked each of his hairy balls.

“Suck me,” he begged. He grabbed Remus’s head and pushed it down onto his dick. “Take it in your mouth. Suck it.”

Damn, it seemed Marco was a  damn tiger in bed. Who would have thought?

The hot head of Marco’s dick slid into Remus’s mouth. His foreskin retracted and Remus tasted the musky sweat underneath. He let out a groan and closed his eyes as the flavor burst across his tongue. He moved down as far as he could until he was about to gag, then pulled back up, sucking hard as he did so.

As he sucked Marco’s cock, Remus pushed two thick fingers slowly inside Marco, up to the first knuckle. They slid in easily with the spit Remus had used. Remus began slowly moving his fingers in and out, and when he pushed them back in, he hit that spot inside Marco that had the man gasping in pleasure. “Remus!”

Remus was staring into Marco’s eyes as he pulled the man’s cock free and whispered, “There’s the spot. You like that, don’t you? Just imagine what it will feel like when it’s my cock hitting that spot.”

Remus grinned when Marco’s entire body shuddered. He rubbed the spot again and again, making his lover moan and whimper. A sweet scent of arousal wafted through the air. That scent was forever blazed into his memory from the very first time he smelled it.

The leopard would no longer be denied what was his. He would no longer be denied his mate. Remus planned on making Marco his, but then again, it felt as though his best friend had always belonged to him. Remus had just been too blind to see the truth.

The corner of Remus’s lip turned up and he growled low. The blinds were gone and he wasn’t going to hold back. He took his lover’s cock back into his mouth, sucking it all the way down his throat.

“God…damn!” Marco shouted. Marco’s ass clamped down on Remus’s fingers as his body began to tremble. Remus eased back and then nuzzled in the wiry curls before licking his way up the fully hard shaft and sucking at the engorged head to savor Marco’s pre-cum. As he swallowed Marco’s cock once more, he felt a hand on his head and looked up to see his lover gazing at him.

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” Marco warned on an unsteady breath. Remus could see the man’s chest rising and lowering quickly, his eyes liquid heat, glazed with pleasure.

Remus was hit with a wave of lust. His cock stiffened even further. He ached to be inside Marco. All he could think about was claiming the small man. He wanted to mark Marco, to let everyone know the man was his and they better stay away. “I’m going to claim you, Marco.”

Marco’s eyes grew wide as he began to nod his head. “Yes, please, claim me.”

Remus looked around and saw a bottle of lotion on the nightstand. It would have to do. It smelled like flowers, but at the moment, Remus didn’t give a shit. He rubbed the lotion over his cock and then used a generous amount to lube Marco’s asshole.

Tossing the bottle aside, he moved closer to Marco, settling between his legs. Marco eagerly spread his legs wide, allowing Remus to slide forward and position the head of his cock at Marco’s hole. One hard thrust buried his thick, steel-hard erection into Marco’s body to the hilt. Remus groaned as his cock was enveloped in searing heat and slick tightness. Marco’s body was trembling as Remus took in a shuddering breath. Marco was tossing beneath him, his hips bucking, driving Remus harder into the soft flesh of Marco’s ass, grinding against him.

Remus grabbed Marco’s hips and pinned the man to the bed. “Calm down.” If Marco didn’t, Remus was going to come way too fucking soon. He slipped his hands under Marco’s ass and lifted him higher, giving the man a small warning growl.

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