[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Contemporary, Paranormal, Alternative, Vampires, Shape-shifters, MM, HEA]
Davin, a vampire who used to live a life of power and prestige under the cruel thumb of his father, is now happily mated to the enemy.
Triton is an alpha wolf and former slave of Davin's father, but Davin loves the man more than anything, and he will do whatever it takes to convince his father that peace is possible.
When he finds out his perfect alpha mate knocked him up, Davin is damn near ready to go to war anyway. Only for a few minutes, but still.
He's a vampire! Not a shifter. His body isn't supposed to make this sort of change! Where will the baby even come from? And can he survive such a thing?
When his father discovers the pregnancy, the answer is probably not, as it seems his dear old dad would rather he was dead than carrying the child of his enemy.
Not if Triton has anything to say about it.
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Do not fucking touch me right now.”
Triton yanked his hand back as though he were trying to avoid the snap of a cobra’s teeth. Considering Davin was a vampire, that probably wasn’t too far off from how he really felt about it.
All the same, the dumb bastard kept right on smiling at him as though there was supposed to be something funny about this.
“I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Davin groaned, going back to leaning over the toilet bowl. “Yes, you did. I hate you.”
“I’m your mate. You can’t hate me.”
“I really fucking hate you right now. Especially right now.”
Davin heaved again. Everything seemed to be coming up, even when he’d thought for sure there was nothing else for him to give, but there it was.
He wouldn’t stop puking.
Because his idiot alpha mate had apparently gotten him pregnant.
He had a dick, no ovaries, no vagina, so what the fuck was wrong with this picture?
“My dad was right. Werewolves suck. I hate you all.”
Triton came to sit next to him on the tiled floor. He leaned against the cabinet where the towels were kept, and he wouldn’t stop looking at Davin with that ever-patient look on his face.
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do. First chance I get, I’m telling Billy I want out of this place, and we’re leaving.”
“Billy’s getting along with Wilson now, so I don’t think he’s going to want to leave his own mate behind now that they’re finally on the same wavelength.”
Davin groaned again.
That was right. His stupid best friend had up and decided he was finally in love with the werewolf he’d mated with.
They’d both insisted they’d hated each other, but then one mission together, and Billy nearly getting killed by an omega wolf of all things, and suddenly they were like rabbits fucking nonstop in the springtime.
It was almost enough to make Davin sick.
Actually, he was feeling pretty sick again, and he heaved more bile into the toilet.
Davin hated this. He hated being sick. He hated puking, and even worse, he hated knowing this was something his mate had been aware was a possibility, but then kept from him.
Davin rested his face on his arm. God, his mouth tasted bad.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t think we needed to worry about it.”
That was not the answer Davin wanted to hear.
The sun was up, but all the curtains were closed, so he didn’t have to worry about taking in too much sunlight.
All the same, he was a vampire who was wide awake and being sick in the middle of the day. That didn’t feel good. He wanted to go to sleep, but he couldn’t seem to stop puking long enough to make that happen.
“Werewolves getting other males pregnant is extremely rare.”
“How can males get pregnant again?”
“It’s a shifter thing. The body changes to accommodate the offspring.”
“Uh-huh. So at some point, I developed a uterus and it connected to my ass?”
It sounded so stupid even he wanted to laugh. But Triton was not allowed to laugh, so it was good the man didn’t. Otherwise, Davin would have killed him.
“It’s not supposed to be quite like that. I don’t think.”
“You don’t think?” Davin refused to look at him.
“There’re no biology books on this. You’re a fully functioning male. Your cock won’t fall off. You should be good.”
Davin glanced back at him, and Triton still had that easy, patient expression on his face.
He really did look as though he expected Davin to attack him.
“Am I gonna die?”
Triton’s eyes flew wide. “What? No! Of course not! Baby—”
“How am I supposed to deliver something like this, then? Where’s it going to come from?”
Triton really looked as though he didn’t know the answer to that, and that made Davin more than worried.
“Shifter males turn into their wolf forms. The wolves become females, and they deliver like that.”
“I’ll deliver an actual puppy?”
“But I’m not a shifter. I can’t shift into a wolf. How am I supposed to turn into a girl wolf and give birth? This is going to kill me.”
“No, it won’t.”
Triton came to him. He didn’t look grossed out about shuffling closer to the toilet, or pulling Davin into his arms, even though Davin had just been puking nonstop for several minutes.
Davin was still pissed off with him, but he couldn’t help but lean against his mate’s chest. He wanted to be as close to Triton as possible, even though he was the asshole who put Davin in this position in the first place.
Sometimes, Triton couldn’t tell how much of this was a simple game his mate was playing with him.
Other times, he couldn’t care less. He just wanted as much as he could take, and he wanted to give as much as Davin could handle.
“All right. This here.” He fisted Davin’s prick with his slick hand, stroking and enjoying how Davin instinctively tried to thrust his cock up and into that fist as Triton moved. “This is my responsibility. Only I’m allowed to touch this. You don’t ever get to put your hands on this. Understand?”
“Y-Yeah. Wait, what?”
“You just agreed, remember that.”
“But wait, what did I just agree to?”
It didn’t matter what he agreed to because Triton was already pushing his mate up the bed. Triton shoved his pants down, kicking off his boots and practically tearing his legs out of his jeans. He could look at Davin and nothing else as he spread his mate’s thighs wide open for him.
“Triton, what did I just agree to?”
“You agreed that if you touch your cock while I’m inside you, I’ll stop fucking you and we can both go to bed.”
Davin tensed. He looked at Triton as though trying to figure out if he was joking or not.
Triton decided he was going to be a little mean and keep his mate wondering.
At least for a little while.
He pushed slick fingers into Davin’s hole.
One of the nice things about being a vampire, or a werewolf, who practiced this style of sex was their healing abilities.
Triton could let Davin feed off him more than any human could, even more than any omega could, and Davin’s healing meant, well, that he was almost always as tight as he was the first time they’d fucked.
A few days of recovery were still in order for that, but after six days, the man felt like an actual virgin.
And Triton growled at this.
So good. So fucking good. His prick pulsed and ached, throbbing against his belly as it demanded some form of friction, anything to put it out of its misery.
The fact that Davin was already moaning and humping against Triton’s fingers didn’t help to calm him any.
It just made it worse.
“Just like that,” Davin mewled. “God, yeah, just like that.”
Triton hooked his fingers.
Luckily, even as tight as Davin felt, it didn’t take long before his body was willing to accept the intrusion, and Triton was able to add another finger, and then another, until he was sure Davin could be able to take all of him in.
Then it would be perfect. He could already feel that sweet pressure around his cock, and he wanted so much more that it was killing him to not have it.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I can’t hold back. I need this.”
Davin nodded, face still flushed. He rubbed his hands over his cheeks, as though still fighting to regain control.
“T-Take whatever you want. I’m all yours.”
While pressing the head of his dick to Davin’s hole, that was exactly what he was hoping to hear as he pushed forward, impaling his mate and making the both of them shout.
Triton needed a moment to regain himself, to find his center and stop the wolf inside his head from taking control.
He felt the fur of the wolf forming through the pores of his skin, but he held it back.
Nope. Not gonna happen. This moment was for him and his mate, and Triton would be damned if he lost control.
He was surprised. Davin drank blood from Triton regularly, a ritual of taking away the bad blood from him and forcing control to the animal inside his head.
Yet it felt shockingly like Triton had even less control than he’d grown accustomed to ever since taking Davin for a mate.
Not that Davin noticed.
Triton was able to hold the wolf back, and Davin pushed his face into the crook of Triton’s neck and shoulder, gasping for breath, desperate for more, his body trembling, his fingernails dragging across the skin of Triton’s back.
“Oh God, fuck me. Triton, please. Fuck me. I need it. I need it!”
Since Davin was the one in control in this bed, Triton gave his mate exactly what he wanted.