[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]
Nick Larosa is not pleased about going to DeWitt's pack, especially since Adam Trenton, his first love from ten years ago, will be there. Things didn't end well when Nick broke off their relationship after discovering he was going blind. Those old feelings of anger and lust are clearly still there for both of them. Adam always knew Nick's eyesight was bad, but never thought he would go blind. Seeing Nick's once-clear eyes so cloudy and sightless is a shock. Nick, however, doesn't let that stand in the way of proving he is a skilled warrior, capable of teaching the other alphas how to better use their senses. When Adam discovers that Nick left him for just that reason, the old anger resurfaces. Both will have to learn to trust the other if they are to defeat the pack of wild werewolves coming to DeWitt's pack, and stay alive long enough to admit they still love each other.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
“I’m just looking forward to a shower,” Nick said. He heard the clinking of glasses and ice, then the slosh of water, before Phillip’s footsteps approached him.
Nick lifted his hand to accept the offered glass and sniffed the contents. Definitely water. The glass was cold against his fingers. He drank eagerly.
“I know, and I won’t keep you, but I’ve got one more mission to send you on.
Nick released a satisfied sigh when he pulled the glass away from his lips. “All right, shoot.”
“James tells me that he’s been having some problems with hunters lately. Apparently, someone gave away their location not too long ago, so they’ve been swarming his pack like hornets.”
“Could that be why the hunters I took out were in the area?”
“Possibly,” Phillip said. “It could also be that the hunters who all knew about his pack location are all dead, and that’s why those hunters I sent you after moved on out of the area. They came to take a look, found nothing, and left.”
“That still leaves the problem of hunters coming here and sniffing around if there are rumors in their mills of a pack near Brampton.”
“And James DeWitt’s pack isn’t the only pack near Brampton,” Phillip said, his voice giving Nick the idea to how much the thought of more hunters coming and tracking around the area displeased him and his mate.
“What did he ask from you?” Nick asked, getting to the point and wanting to know exactly what his new mission would be.
“He’s trying to get his alphas more organized. A couple of them have taken on mates of their own recently, and one of his omegas even mated with a human.”
“Okay,” Nick said, still waiting to find out what this had to do with him.
“You’ve met him already, the last time he came to pay his respects. He knows about your blindness, and he’s pretty impressed with your kill rate despite that.”
“I’m a werewolf. Anyone in his pack could hunt like I do if they’d dedicate themselves.”
“Well, that’s what he’s asking you to do. He wants to know if he can borrow you for a couple of weeks so you can give his alphas some pointers on the way you hunt down the hunters. I swear, sometimes you can sniff them out before they even reveal themselves to be hunters.”
That was just because he could smell the gunpowder and metal from all their weapons hiding under the scent of all that leather and cologne they always doused themselves with to throw off any sniffing wolves.
What he did was nothing special, but his pack leader was asking him to do this, so he would. “When would you like me to leave?”
“As soon as you’ve packed. James put in the request a couple of days ago, and I told him I’d run it by you when you came back from your hunt.”
Nick tried to put together how much time he would need in his head. There was the shower, packing, getting transportation ready, and he was definitely taking a nap before he left…
Phillip hesitated, and Nick didn’t like the slight bit of anxiety he scented coming from the man’s pores. That wasn’t exactly a normal thing for a leading alpha.
“Ever since James came here those months ago…didn’t you recognize him?”
Had they ever met before? “No. Why?”
Maybe the man was someone he’d met briefly and forgot about from when he still had his sight. It had been a good ten years—so long already—since his vision clicked off for good, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d met up with someone he’d been vaguely acquainted with back when he could still see and not recognized them at all.
He’d thought those days were long behind him by now. “Who is he?”
“I’m only bringing this up because I remember how you were back when you split with him, and I didn’t want you to go over there unprepared.”
His ears picked up the wet sound of Phillip’s tongue rubbing against his teeth. “James is Adam Trenton’s pack alpha.”
And just like that, Nick felt the strange sensation of the floor vanishing beneath his feet. Somehow, he’d managed to keep his footing.
Adam Trenton, Nick’s teenage sweetheart ten years ago, the boy he’d sworn to himself was his mate, who he’d dumped after finding out he was going blind.
Nick hadn’t seen him since that day he’d walked away, leaving Adam begging for an explanation because of how cruelly Nick had destroyed his fragile heart.
First loves were always a bitch.
The last image of Adam that Nick had seen before he’d left, before losing his sight forever, was of his crumpled, defeated face, tears spilling from his red eyes.
And Nick had just agreed to go over to his pack and tutor him and his other pack mates about hunting.
Fuck, Adam was aroused. His cock had gone hard as they yelled at each other, and Nick could smell it.
Looking down, he saw how Nick was in a similar state.
That was one of the things they enjoyed about each other. Whenever they fought with each other, it always led to Adam’s bedroom or a private glen where they could get naked and fuck. Even then it would be a battle over who would top the other.
They were both alphas, after all.
Nick’s hands came up. The calloused fingers touched Adam’s throat, gripping his neck and shoulders in a way Adam hadn’t known in years. It felt familiar and good.
They both came together, lips clashing, hands gripping. His mouth was as soft as Adam remembered it. He also recalled the way that mouth felt wrapped around his cock, and his dick gave a needy throb in response.
Soon. He was getting to that very soon.
They might not even make it back to Nick’s bedroom, what with the way they were tearing at each other’s clothes. Adam unclasped his belt and got his pants down to his knees, and without so much as asking or giving Nick any sort of signal, the other man knew what he wanted as he fell to his knees and sucked Adam’s cock between his lips.
Adam gripped his shoulders with one hand. The other he used to cover his mouth, keeping the sounds he was making in check, not wanting anyone to come over and see what all the commotion was.
He thrust his hips against Nick’s mouth, hardly giving him any time to adjust, but Nick practically deep-throated him on the first go. He always had been good at this.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Adam moaned, thrusting and fucking Nick’s mouth. “I missed you so fucking much.”
Nick’s response was to grab Adam around the hips and sink down until his nose was right into Adam’s pubic hair. Then he pulled back until only the head of Adam’s cock remained between those pink lips of his, and then he sank back down. Again and again.
Adam moaned low in his throat. He wanted nothing better than to ram his cock down Nick’s throat as hard and fast as he could go. He wanted to claim the other man as his, the way he’d wanted to do back when they were both still twenty years old, but he couldn’t. Even in anger he couldn’t do something like that.
Instead, he just focused on the building pleasure and how good Nick’s warm mouth and tongue felt against his rigid prick.
He fought against his orgasm, as hard as he could and for as long as he could. He prevented its arrival until it finally swept through him, rushing out of him. Nick caught every drop of his cum in his mouth and swallowed it down.
Adam had to lean heavily on Nick’s shoulders after that. His one foot was still not ready for all the weight of his body, and the other was shaking after his release. His cane had dropped to the floor. Adam vaguely wondered when that had happened.
Nick got to his feet, and his palm found Adam’s cheek before pulling him into a long, deep kiss.
Adam had only ever tasted himself on Nick’s tongue before. It was something he’d never done with anyone else, something too intimate to share. He’d missed it. He wrapped his arms around Nick’s shoulders, and Nick did the same to him, both of them holding each other until Nick took Adam’s hand and pulled it down to the firm space between his legs.
“You can return the favor now if you want.”
He did want, even though a tiny, evil part of him in the back of his mind thought about how funny it would be if he just walked out, leaving Nick horny and wanting, without an explanation, almost the same way Nick had done to him ten years earlier.
Adam still wanted him though, and he took the frustration he still felt on Nick by gripping him by the button-down he wore and pushing him back until they both fell on top of each other on the floral couch.
“Forgot how pushy you can be,” Nick said, his voice breathy, and a smile touched the lips that had just been around Adam’s dick.
“You’re about to be reminded. Hold still,” Adam commanded, undoing Nick’s belt and shoving down his jeans until they were both naked at the midsection.
They humped and thrust against each other like virgin teens, enjoying the slide of flesh against flesh. Already Adam’s erection was back, and he rocked his pelvis against Nick’s, the moaning and keening of the other man that much more of a turn-on, making him pick up the pace, already desperate to come again.