Rockstar Werewolves (MMM)

Rockstar Shifters 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 25,648
5 Ratings (4.4)

[Siren Menage Everlasting ManLove: Contemporary, Rock Stars, Paranormal, Menage, Alternative, Werewolves/Shape-shifters, MMM, HEA]

Tyler Button has always been normal. All the way down to his boring name. After a bad break up leaves him in need of cheering up, he goes to see The Alphas perform live on stage. He loves that band, adores their love songs, and has a huge crush on one of the singers.

When two members of the group spot him from the crowd, and find him after the show ends, he thinks things can't get any weirder.

Chase Belair and Sam Firestone are ready to fight each other for their mate, until they come to the realization that they're not meant to compete, but work together. There's only a short amount of time to convince the timid human that he belongs with them before the show goes back on the road, but Tyler doesn't seem to think he's worth it to be mated to two men like Sam and Chase. They make it their mission to show him otherwise.

Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.

 

Rockstar Werewolves (MMM)
5 Ratings (4.4)

Rockstar Werewolves (MMM)

Rockstar Shifters 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 25,648
5 Ratings (4.4)
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STORY EXCERPT

“Because that’s what a werewolf does when they find their mate.”

Sam said nothing for a moment. As though he were letting Tyler absorb those words.

And he really did need to absorb them. Because there was no way in hell he could possibly be the mate of Sam Firestone. The Sam Firestone.

Tyler opened his mouth, but he had no idea what he was going to say. No idea how he was supposed to respond.

Somebody else responded for him. An angry shout carrying across the dark and otherwise empty parking lot.

“You are so full of shit, you motherfucking asshole.”

Tyler snapped his attention back to the voice. An enraged voice he paid a lot of money to hear sing tonight.

Chase Belair stormed across the parking lot, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes glowing bright gold in color, and his lips pulled back to reveal his sharp canines as he prepared to transform.

Prepared to get into a bloody fight with his friend.

Tyler might have thought Sam was in serious trouble, until he remembered that there was no way anybody would be fighting over him.

He was proven wrong when Chase threw his fist into Sam’s cheek, and Sam flew backward a dozen feet or more.

 

* * * *

 

Chase gasped for breath.

He couldn’t believe he had just done that.

Actually, maybe he could. He and Sam were fairly close in strength, and he did catch the other man off guard, but that didn’t change the fact that he caught the man attempting to have sex with his mate.

His mate, not Sam’s.

It didn’t change how much he didn’t enjoy seeing Tyler tense and afraid. Or the way the man jerked back when Chase reached out to touch his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” Chase said quickly. “Did he hurt you? Did he scare you?”

Tyler shook his head, but he did look a little overwhelmed.

Chase cursed himself for daring to do this in front of him. But with what he saw, it wasn’t as though there was much of a choice.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise.” Chase was very aware that Sam had made that exact same promise. And he’d been in the middle of trying to break it when Chase came and rescued Tyler.

This was bound to have some repercussions.

When Sam growled and jumped up to his feet, his claws at the ready and his teeth bared, Chase realized this was far from over.

“You cocksucking bastard! Get away from my mate!”

Chase almost couldn’t believe the gall of this motherfucker. “Your mate? This is my mate! I can smell it all over him, and you’re trying to fuck him? Fuck you!”

“Please don’t fight!” Tyler said, reaching out and grabbing Chase by the arm. He held his hand out to Sam as the other male charged forward.

He had to know that he didn’t have the strength to stop two fully grown werewolves from tearing each other to pieces.

But he did know that neither Chase nor Sam would risk harming him for it.

They did growl at each other over Tyler’s head, though.

Sam reached his hand out to Tyler. “Baby, come on over here. I’ll take you away from here.”

Chase grabbed Tyler by the wrist, stopping him before he could make that decision. “No, he stays here with me.”

He was not letting him go anywhere near Sam until he could figure out what was going on.

He didn’t care how much Sam growled at him over it.

Tyler looked at Sam and then down at the hand that gripped his wrist before meeting Chase’s eyes.

Chase almost let go of him, but he stopped himself. He didn’t want to risk that Tyler went to Sam when he wasn’t thinking.

“What’s going on?” Tyler wouldn’t stop looking back and forth between the two of them. “Why are you both fighting over me like this? Aren’t there other groupies you can mess around with?”

“Is that what he told you you were?” Chase said, looking up at Sam with suspicion.

Sam growled and lifted his middle finger up at him.

Chase so did not care.

“You’re not a groupie, and you’re definitely not someone’s fuck buddy.”

Sam nearly exploded. “What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not using him for a fuck buddy!”

“Uh-huh.”

Tyler shook his head. “I want to know what you’re both going on about. Why are you calling me your mate? I just got here.”

“It’s not about how long we’ve known you, baby,” Sam said, still in control of most of his facilities in that shape.

But if he got enraged, there was no telling how long that would actually last.

Chase wanted to be the one to explain this, so he cut off Sam before he could say anything else.

“When werewolves find the one, they just know it. Sometimes it’s on sight, sometimes it’s on smell, sometimes it’s a little bit of everything put together. Like a beacon that’s shouting at us. When we find our mates, we know exactly who they are.”

“Yes,” Sam said with another dangerous growl, and this time he grabbed Tyler’s other hand, making a clear claim. “They do.”

Tyler still looked confused. And scared. His hazel eyes, perfection themselves, darted between Sam and Chase.

No human ever liked it when it appeared two dangerous shifters were about to attack each other.

Especially when they were in the middle.

This was Chase’s mate. Sam might be making some weird claims here, but Chase was not going to allow Tyler to be hurt.

“Sam, Tyler is my mate.”

“No.” Sam’s eyes glowed. “He’s mine! I saw him first!”

That seemed to snap Tyler out of it. He did a little growling of his own, yanking his arms free from both of them.

The fact that he’d been able to do that proved neither Chase nor Sam had been holding on that tight.

Because neither of them wished to hurt the man.

“I don’t belong to either of you!” Tyler snapped, backing away from them, his eyes suspicious, but there was still something open within them. Something that showed how much he wanted answers here.

Sam stepped forward. “Sweetie, this isn’t what you think it is.”

“Fuck you both! You think you can just fight over who’s going to fuck me like that? Get bent, the both of you!”

ADULT EXCERPT

There was no hesitation in the way they touched Tyler’s body.

And they touched as though they were hungry for it. Their hands roamed across his skin, across and down his belly and to the cheeks of his ass.

They definitely felt no shame in touching Tyler like this, and the more they did it, the more Tyler enjoyed it.

He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back a little bit as he enjoyed the sweet and tender touches of their fingers over his nipples, down his belly, and down to the V shape of his waist before Sam’s hand curled around the base of his prick.

It was a gentle squeeze to his cock, but it was more than enough for Tyler’s lips to drop open, and a short pleasurable sigh escaped him.

“He really is pretty, right, Chase?”

Chase nodded, sinking to his knees as he let his mouth nuzzle against the inside of Tyler’s thigh.

It was though he were breathing in Tyler’s musk.

The way his lips became dangerously close to Tyler’s dick and balls was a definite sight to behold.

“He’s the prettiest male I’ve ever seen in my life.” Chase inhaled deeply through his nose. “Christ, he smells like cinnamon.”

“Right?” Sam asked as though he had been thinking the same thing all night. “At first I thought he’d been eating cinnamon rolls or honey buns. No. He doesn’t smell exactly like a bakery, but I know what you’re getting at.”

Tyler gritted his teeth together. “What the hell are you guys talking about?”

And it didn’t matter what they were talking about because his eyes slid shut through the pleasure, and Tyler found himself looking up toward the ceiling, struggling to catch his breath.

“Don’t worry about it too much,” Chase said, and he did the exact thing needed to take any worries Tyler might’ve had out of his mind by pressing the lips of his mouth to the head of Tyler’s cock.

And Tyler almost burst because of that. He had to grab onto Sam’s shoulders. Sam chuckled at him, but he didn’t stop the motion of his fist as he let Tyler fuck his fingers like that.

He found himself thrusting into that hand and mouth. Slowly at first, trying to catch the rhythm, which was difficult enough to do when it seemed both men were in complete control of what his body got up to.

“Touch yourself,” Sam demanded. “I want to see your fingers pinching your nipples. I want your hand over mine as I pump your dick. You better not come on me. You’re not supposed to do that until my cock is deep inside your ass.”

Tyler moaned at the sound of those words, and he was helpless to do anything but what he was told.

Chase was on his knees, stroking Tyler’s ass, fingers playing in his crease while he kissed and licked at the head of Tyler’s cock.

His warm, perfect mouth.

Christ, he really was getting spoiled here. So it didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world to actually participate. That tended to be what people liked in their lovers, right?

Right, so he did as he was told. Tyler touched his own nipples, pinching them between his fingers while he thrust his cock forward.

Instead of using his free hand to help Sam pump his dick, he decided it was better used for touching Sam’s chest, with touching Sam’s budding nipples.

He wanted to trace his fingers across every tattoo, over every howling wolf on Sam’s chest, shoulders, and arms.

So he did.

Sam didn’t seem to mind. His nostrils flared. His eyes lit up. He liked it.

He seemed to like it even more when Tyler leaned in and pressed his mouth to Sam’s nipple.

The man moaned softly. He shivered, and Tyler couldn’t tell if he should be doing this better or not, but he did know it was enough to make the other man lean in a little closer.

“Been looking for you my entire life, baby.”

Again, Tyler wasn’t sure he believed that. For all he knew, these guys ran around using the whole mating thing as an excuse to get laid all the time.

They wouldn’t be the first shifters to have thought of it, but even so, Tyler didn’t want to ruin the mood.

He wanted this. Probably as much, if not more so than they did.

“I want to feel you…both of you…I want you both to fuck me, but…make sure it’s good.”

Chase barked a laugh. “Who do you think we are, sweetie? Of course we’re going to make it good.”

Sam growled, stroking his hands over Tyler’s shoulders. “So good you’re going to dream about us tonight and feel us for the next month.”

Tyler shivered with the promise in those words.

There was nothing threatening in them. They sounded more erotic than anything designed to make him afraid.

So he went along with it.

“Right. Okay then. Oh!” He jerked his hips away when he felt something wet touching his hole.

He glanced down, and Chase winked back up at him, the stud in his brow gleaming. “Have to get through this part, honey.”

“Right. Yeah, I know.”

He was acting too weird. They were sensing it. Tyler knew it, and when he looked up at Sam and saw the other man staring at him like that, he knew he was giving a little too much of himself away.

“You sure this isn’t your first time?”

Chase’s fingers stopped, and he glanced up at Tyler, as though unsure he could continue.

Tyler didn’t want to get into this now.

“I’m not a virgin.” He’d had a dick inside him before. “I just don’t get around much.”

That seemed to be answer enough.

“Yeah,” Sam said. “You seem like the shy type.”

He did? Tyler wasn’t sure if he liked that or not, but at least Sam seemed to think of that as being more cute than annoying.

Then he forgot all about how cute Sam did or did not think he was as Chase found his prostate and decided to make the damned thing sing for him.

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