[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, Vampires/werewolves, MM, HEA]
Adam Brennan has been raising his younger brother for years. They're both adults now, but that doesn't stop Adam from worrying, or hating himself for not being able to give his brother the life he deserved.
On a camping trip to unwind, all the visions and nightmares Adam had over the course of his life come true in the most horrifying way possible.
Monstrous wolves attack out of nowhere, and Adam can't defend his brother.
Thankfully, he doesn't need to. Dean, an alpha wolf with control, and a pack beneath him, have been stalking these monsters, and one look at Adam, and he sees the mate he lost hundreds of years ago. The mate who will help Dean to find his king.
The mate he will protect from all other threats, if only Adam will let him.
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
To a pair of glowing, blood-red eyes.
Just like the ones he saw in his dreams.
Adam stood straight. He blinked a few times, willing the sight to go away, to no avail.
The eyes got larger.
No, they didn’t get larger. The creature they were attached to kept stepping closer.
A head appeared through the darkness and shrubbery. Fur, ears, a snout.
But…not a wolf.
Adam gasped, his heart clenching.
“Dylan. Get to the car.”
“What?” Dylan sounded annoyed, but even without looking back at his brother, Adam could tell Dylan got the hint. He heard his brother gasp and scramble, as though getting to his feet, but he didn’t hear the sound of Dylan running for the car.
“Go, right now.”
“O-okay. You’re coming with, right?”
He was already slowly backing up, trying not to make any sudden movements.
But his main concern was his brother.
He’d never dreamed about this scenario. Not around a campfire in the woods, but he’d had dreams with a wolf that looked just like this one many times over.
Usually they weren’t good dreams.
The sudden panic that came over him couldn’t be ignored. The thought of his brother covered in blood and screaming as he was ripped to pieces.
He couldn’t be calm. Not while thinking about that.
“Dylan, run! Now!”
He turned back, and it seemed to take his brother forever before he ran to the car, throwing himself inside and locking the doors, looking out the windows with abject terror.
Adam turned, spotting not just the one wolf, but three. All snarling, foaming at their mouths, two with what appeared to be infected wounds on their bodies, matting their pale, greyish fur.
Adam thought he might piss himself. He continued to back up, and the wolves continued to stalk closer, closer still.
One crouched down, as though getting ready to lunge.
Adam could do little more than intake a harsh breath, duck down, hands over his head like a total pussy as he was about to get his insides turned into ground beef.
He could hear his brother screaming. That stayed with him for a long time.
He opened his eyes, aware the wolves hadn’t lunged for him.
Instead, they stepped back. Walking backwards, still snarling, still snapping, but now with the appearance that they were the ones who were hoping to escape a terrible predator.
He wished he hadn’t.
Three more wolves stepped up. They were larger. Much larger. They could almost be the size of horses, and they weren’t so skinny as the three that had come out of the woods, growling like Adam was a meal.
Adam stayed still, pretending he was invisible, though he knew they must have seen him.
Two walked right by him without another glance.
One stopped, tilting its wide head just enough to look down at him.
It took everything Adam had inside himself to not piss his pants right then.
The oversized wolf seemed to be…sizing him up, and as it did, a mumble in the back of Adam’s mind seemed to get louder.
Would’ve killed the runts for sure.
Stupid humans. What were they thinking?
Hey, Dean? You wanna pay attention here? These three are small, but they look fast.
The wolf’s oversized eyes widened. It jerked back from Adam, as though he’d stabbed it without warning.
Adam pushed himself to his feet. He’d almost forgotten he’d fallen to his knees and crouched down like the duck and cover maneuver would have helped.
A second ago, he would have been terrified, but now…he was interested. Against his will, he was interested.
“Your name is Dean?”
The wolf snorted, shook its head as though trying to clear something from one of those oversized triangular ears, and then took off running with the other two wolves he’d come with.
Adam watched him go, diving into the darkness, away from him, away from the campsite, as though a ghost had vanished before his eyes.
The ringing in his ears didn’t stop for a long time.
He could hear…voices. Just like in his dreams.
But the wolves hadn’t killed him. Well, three of them seemed to try, but the other three…the larger, healthier looking three…
The honk of the car horn, along with the sound of his brother screaming his name, yanked Adam out of the spell he’d found himself falling into.
He looked back, just to see Dylan, who had started the car, rolling down the window and staring at him as though he’d lost his mind.
“What the hell are you doing? Get in the car! Come on!”
Dean kissed Adam’s mouth. He moved to Adam’s jaw, then his lips lingered on Adam’s throat while his large hands slid around to his waist, to his chest. He seemed to want to touch Adam everywhere.
Not wanting to just lie there and take it, Adam raised his hands, wanting to give as good as he was getting.
But he still had no idea what he was doing. He’d gone down on people before, but they’d never wanted him touching them like this.
Each movement of his fingers across the valley of Dean’s chest, over the dark hairs that were there, was tentative.
He kept waiting for Dean to push his hands away, but it never came. Even when he carefully brushed his fingers across Dean’s nipples, it all seemed like something he would be admonished for doing.
Dean let out a low growl in the back of his throat.
Adam yanked his fingers back from his nipples. “Sorry.”
Dean laughed. “What are you sorry for? Keep doing that.”
He took Adam’s wrist, bringing it back to his chest, encouraging more touching.
With that, Adam was able to get more into it. He touched because he was told that he could, and then he wrapped his arms around Dean’s back, spreading his thighs and pulling the man closer.
Dean left the bed only once, and he seemed to do it reluctantly, but quickly.
He moved to his dresser, the bottom drawer, coming back with a bottle.
The sight of it made Adam’s body heat up all over again. As though Dean hadn’t turned on the air conditioner.
Right. Of course they would be needing that.
“Slow and steady,” Dean promised. “I’ll give it to you harder when you need me to.”
The promise of later. The idea of doing this again, of doing it so much that he might get used to it…it being regular sex with someone who looked at him as though he were…special.
Dean’s fingers inside him were a blessing. There was some discomfort in the beginning, but just as he’d promised, he was careful about it.
He moved slowly, almost too slow. It was enough to make Adam’s entire body ache. He couldn’t stand how much he needed this, but at the same time, the torture was exquisite.
Dean stopped to slick his fingers again more than once. The burn was always there. Sometimes fading, but then coming back to life again when he added another finger.
Dean didn’t speak much to him, but he kept looking Adam in the face, as though waiting for any visual cues that something was amiss.
For that reason, Adam wanted to keep touching him, wanted to keep his hands on the other man, lest Adam wince without being able to stop himself, and Dean getting the wrong idea.
The more he touched, the more it felt like…he’d done this before.
Not just with the three other brief partners he’d had in his life, but with Dean.
The biggest case of déjà vu came over him, and there was nothing Adam could do to stop it.
He remembered this. Not in this room. Somewhere else. Somewhere he couldn’t quite place, and it didn’t matter where they had been, that they hadn’t been on a real bed. Dean had looked different at the time. More scars had covered his chest. Adam could see them in flashes, but they were there. Scars, and his beard had been somewhat long.
But it had been him.
And now they were here, and Adam couldn’t touch the other man enough.
“Give it to me,” he rasped.
Dean smiled. “You want my cock inside you?”
Like a hundred years ago.
Adam pulled the other man to him. He wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck, kissing his throat, tasting him, using his teeth while thrusting his hips up and forward, his cock aching and heavy. He was desperate to be touched, and if Dean wasn’t going to push inside him just yet, the very least he could provide Adam with was some friction.
And he did.
While he pushed his fingers in and out, a slow, aching motion of his hand, his other hand wrapped around the base of Adam’s cock, gently stroking, tucking, his fist twisting…
Adam pressed his head back into the pillows, his eyes screwing shut under the pleasure.
He was right there. So close to the end, but it wasn’t the end. Dean seemed to sense where this was going, and he stopped it from happening.
His fist tightened around Adam’s cock, preventing the orgasm he desperately wanted.