[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Paranormal, Werewolves, MM, HEA]
Omega Gideon Willis has been running his entire life. The moment he became an adult, he ran away from his pack and the bad man his family gave him to. Gideon doesn’t want to give pups to a monster. He wants to be mated to someone who loves him for who is. When Gideon decides to hide in the small town of Blue Moon, he never expects to run into Trent Rogers or fall head-over-heels for the dominant werewolf.
To avoid getting his heart broken again, Trent Masters enjoys the company of desperate souls eager to have a one-night-stand with him. Meeting Gideon blows all of Trent’s expectations. The heat between them doesn’t just burn bright, it’s explosive, but there’s something about Gideon that’s bugging him. Gideon’s keeping secrets and Trent’s beginning to see Gideon as more than a simple hook-up. Trent needs to tread carefully, or risk his heart again.
Preying on His Heart
Kip Sterling’s had one hell of a life. Kept and abused as a werelion’s sex slave for two years, Kip is wary of trusting another shifter, except Dustin. A member of the Blue Moon pack, Dustin is part of the team that made sure Kip’s tormentors would never hurt him again. Kip wants Dustin, but the werewolf thinks Kip is too breakable and fragile. Kip intends to prove him wrong.
Dustin can’t keep ignoring the attraction he has for a certain sexy human. The moment his wolf scented Kip, Dustin knew Kip would be the one man to complete him, his soul mate. Wounds take time to heal though, but when it turns out both he and Kip are tired of waiting, he finally makes his move. They are perfect for each other, but a ghost from Kip’s past might end up destroying all that they’ve worked so hard to build.
“Pup, are you going in? You’re blocking the entrance.” A deep voice steered Gideon away from his internal dilemma.
Gideon jumped. He had a retort ready on his lips, but he shut his mouth. Telling this stranger to mind his own business would get his ass kicked. Swallowing, Gideon stared. His wolf woke inside him, curious. Oh holy hell, he was gorgeous.
At six feet plus, the dark-haired and blue-eyed stranger towered over him by a couple of inches. He looked out of place, standing by the side of the bookstore while nursing a smoke. He was dressed in a plain black shirt and torn jeans that all but emphasized the taut and solid muscles underneath his clothes.
His muscular arms were sleeved in black ink, but it was the tattoo on the side of his neck that stopped Gideon cold. There was denying what that was—a pack tattoo. Gideon went out of his way to avoid any werewolf today, but he ran smack into one.
Gideon kept taking silent stock, though every inch of this man screamed danger.
Handsome, but in a rough and tumble kind of way, it was his eyes, faded blue and intense that took Gideon’s breath away. Initial irritation disappeared from those amazing eyes and turned into brief curiosity and settled to pure, undiluted lust.
Gideon’s skin felt feverish and his hands felt clammy. He never had such a reaction to any man before. Scratch that, any werewolf.
Despite logic telling him to run for the hills, Gideon found himself sniffing the sexy shifter. The stranger smelled unbelievably good, like wolf musk, clean mountain air, and cigarette smoke. He came within an inch of the shifter but stopped when the stranger pressed a large hand against his chest. Through the fabric, Gideon could feel the heat of his hand, burning like a brand right over his chest, his thumping heart.
“Where did you come from, little Omega? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before.”
His voice was sexy, and Gideon had a hard time looking away from the tempting and cruel curve of his lips. Shaken, Gideon took a step back, and it was easier to breathe. The stranger crossed his arms and made it hard to focus again. Gideon stared at his bulging biceps and triceps. A man like this would want to take control in the bedroom, was capable of ripping someone in two, but somehow, although Gideon didn’t know why, he knew this shifter wouldn’t hurt him.
Oh right. The shifter demanded a response.
“I’m new here, arrived last night.” Gideon went for a lie. “I’m here visiting friends.”
“Bullshit. Who are your friends?”
“Is this an interrogation?” Gideon couldn’t help but toss back.
As handsome and intimidating this shifter was, he refused to let anyone push him around. Gideon was done with that. He lived by his own rules now, although he apparently needed more work, judging by the way he cluelessly fumbled his way through town, finding a job.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
The stranger raised an eyebrow.
“Fine, I am.” With a heavy sigh, Gideon decided he’d tell him a bit of the truth. It worked with Lorraine. “I want a new start.”
The shifter nodded. “I can tell.”
“You look as skinny as hell, like you haven’t been eating right. There are dark circles under your eyes, telling me you haven’t slept well in ages. I can sense your wolf, too, and it’s wary of strangers.” The shifter narrowed his eyes. “Someone hurt you. Who?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Gideon decided he couldn’t linger here any longer. This guy saw far more than he liked. “If there’s nothing else, I’m going.”
Gideon began to turn but gasped when the stranger grabbed his arm.
“Wait. Why don’t you let me buy you lunch?”
Gideon angrily pulled his hand away. “I’m not some pity case.”
“Do you think I’m buying you lunch out of pity?” The shifter let out a laugh capable of melting Gideon’s insides.
“Good. Oh, and I’m Trent Masters.”
Trent paused. “Is that a fake name?”
“No. I don’t know why I gave my real name to you when I changed my last name when signing Lorraine’s guest book,” Gideon whispered.
Trent was bad news, but why wasn’t he making up excuses to leave? Why did he stay out of his own accord and agreed to lunch?
“Lorraine, the witch that owns the Pine and Nut?”
“She’s a witch?” Gideon asked, blinking when Trent held out the bookstore door for him.
He headed in, decided he would do the cowardly thing and run, but the sight of the bookstore stopped him cold. Rosewood wooden shelves held rows of books. Hardwood lined the floors. He heard the sound of children’s laughter from what he assumed was the kid’s section. Books with Claws had a welcoming ambiance to it. It reminded Gideon of the library he used to spend so much time in when he was a kid.
As a socially awkward kid who refused to face the hard reality of his fate as an Omega, who existed to be bred, Gideon lost himself in thousands of books. They became his world, and when he grew older, he began reading gay romance novels, discovering those books felt like a new kind of awakening. They made Gideon want things he couldn’t have, like a caring mate and a relationship built on trust and love.
Perhaps that was the reason he recklessly accepted a random stranger’s offer for a free lunch. Besides, it was too late to back out now.
“Make me fly. Help me forget about the past.”
“Easy demands,” Trent said.
He pushed Gideon against the wall. Gideon’s back hit the smooth wallpaper, and he moaned when Trent pinned his arms above his head, one-handed while continuing to pump Gideon’s cock.
“You like my hand on your dick, baby?” Trent asked.
“Yeah,” was all Gideon was able to answer.
“No coming without my permission,” Trent warned.
“Or else?” Gideon dared to ask.
“I won’t fuck you senseless.”
“Empty threats won’t work on me.”
Trent raised an eyebrow and stopped stroking Gideon’s dick. Annoyed, Gideon moaned in frustration, but Trent didn’t budge. The dominant wolf looked him in the eye, golden gaze alit with hunger.
“You want me too much. You’re on the verge of losing control.”
“And you aren’t?”
Trent gave his dick a squeeze, and Gideon nearly came then but managed to hold his orgasm back. Exploding like a horny teenager would only spoil the evening.
“I am. You drive me insane,” Gideon muttered.
“The blade cuts both ways, pup.”
Trent took his mouth again and moved his hand up and down Gideon’s shaft with fast strokes. Unable to help himself, Gideon let out a shudder once Trent let go out of his mouth again.
“Please, Trent. I can’t anymore.”
“Come all over me then, pup. Do it now.”
At Trent’s authoritative voice, Gideon let out a whimper. The pressure building inside him burst open, and he spilled strings of his cum all over Trent’s hand and some on Trent’s belly and ribs.
When Trent lifted his hand to Gideon’s lips, Gideon knew what to do. Still floating in bliss, Gideon leaned forward and lapped Trent’s slick hand. He intended to lick Trent’s fingers clean, but Trent finished up. Gideon blushed.
“The taste of you and me, baby, is so fucking good.”
“Let me return the favor,” Gideon said, gaze moving to the hard-on Trent sported, his meaning clear.
Trent released his arms so Gideon could fall to his knees. Rubbing his hands over his thighs in anticipation, Gideon licked his lips at the sight of Trent’s massive girth. “I never had a cock that big in me. I never had any man’s dick in me,” Gideon murmured.
Trent froze at the reminder of Gideon’s innocence, and Gideon cursed himself. Thankfully, Trent threaded his fingers into his hair and gave it a little jerk so Gideon looked up at him.
“I’ll be careful, Gideon. The last thing I’d ever do is hurt you.”
“I know, that’s why I want you to be first.”
And my last, but Gideon didn’t add those words for fear of scaring Trent away. Besides, when Gideon agreed to this, he knew something so good couldn’t last forever. Endangering Trent had never been his agenda, but they’ll always have tonight.
Trent nudged his dick between his lips and Gideon opened his mouth. He’d watched some porn and read some erotica to know the basics. Well, Trent didn’t look like the kind to make fun of him if he made a mistake anyway.
Flicking his tongue over the pre-cum gathered at Trent’s tip made the dominant shifter groan. That was a fantastic sound, Gideon decided, and he wanted to coax more sounds of pleasure from Trent.
Swirling his tongue around Trent’s cockhead elicited another satisfied rumble. Reaching out with his free hand, Gideon gave one of Trent’s balls a squeeze, gauging his reaction. Trent liked that, too.
“You’re doing such a good job, pup. Fuck, you’re such a natural cock sucker.”
With Trent, Gideon would take that as a compliment.
Gideon went to work. He finally took Trent’s shaft in his mouth, gagging at first, but he was determined to please Trent. Trying a second time, Gideon was proud of himself for not choking. He managed to get it right and continued bobbing his head up and down all the while Trent’s prick hardened in his mouth.
Trent gave his hair a tug, making Gideon pause. “Let me take over.”
Gideon gave up his control so Trent could fuck his mouth. Not taking it too fast, Trent started with slow strokes before picking up speed. Trent was so big it made Gideon wonder how Trent’s cock would feel buried inside his tight ass. The erotic image made his member twitch with need.
“Swallow my seed,” Trent ordered.
With a growl, Trent pushed his dick into Gideon’s mouth one more time before reaching climax. Gideon sucked on Trent’s softening shaft, swallowing every bit of cum and hoped he didn’t spill a drop. Trent’s look of approval made it all worthwhile.
“You like the taste of my prick, pet?” Trent teased.
“Yeah, but you haven’t fucked me yet.”
Preying on His Heart
“Hey,” Dustin called to Kip, walking to him. Kip jumped at the sound of his voice, face slightly red to be caught staring after Taylor. “You heard all that, huh?”
“I did. I’m sorry for listening in. It’s none of my business,” Kip blurted out loud.
Kip was never able to handle his emotions well. The human started to tremble and all Dustin wanted to do was wrap Kip in his arms and stroke Kip’s back until the human visibly calmed down. Boundaries, Dustin reminded himself. Being around Kip already distracted him. What would touching do?
Frowning, Dustin followed Kip into the break room. Kip scanned his card and headed for the lockers, blinking when he noticed Dustin was beside him.
“W-what are you doing? I said I’m sorry for eavesdropping.”
Kip opened his locker to shove his backpack in, blocking Dustin’s view. Dustin slammed the locker door shut, making Kip flinch. Cursing himself for being rough, Dustin breathed in and out to calm down.
“Taylor doesn’t mean anything to me. He’s a slut and everyone knows it. He was here to cause trouble.”
Kip finally looked him in the eye, and the anger there shocked the hell out of Dustin. Unlike his friends, who thought Kip was in need of healing, Dustin knew there was steel in Kip’s backbone. Christ, it shouldn’t turn him on his human was jealous of Taylor when he shouldn’t need to be.
Dustin’s wolf liked the sound of that.
Wait. Dustin should control himself.
“You don’t need to explain yourself. I know exactly what you are.”
Dustin crossed his arms. “Tell me.”
Kip hesitated. “You like to sleep around.”
Dustin snarled. “Is that so?”
“What do you want me to say, Dustin? I see you with a different man or woman every time.”
Oh, Kip was furious now. Dustin knew there was anger underneath all that. The pack healer said Kip’s abuser destroyed Kip’s sense of identity, but Dustin thought otherwise. As a part-time paramedic, Dustin had seen his share of victims. To survive and protect himself, Kip buried his real self and only now Kip had a chance to be himself again.
“Should I be touched or alarmed you notice who I’m with?”
“You’re so full of yourself.” Kip began to leave, but Dustin caged Kip with his body, shoving his arms against either side of Kip.
Kip’s breathing started to hitch, but the feisty human wasn’t terrified of him, a good sign. Maybe Dustin had underestimated Kip severely. His encounter with Taylor gave Dustin new perspective. Against all odds, Jaime and Trent found their mates. Shouldn’t Dustin take a chance with Kip, too? Kip deserved better, but it looked like Kip wasn’t interested in anyone else but him.
“We’re not done talking, human.” God, standing this close, Kip’s amazing scent filled Dustin’s nostrils.
“What else is there to talk about?” Kip demanded.
“Taylor and all those men and women mean nothing to me. There’s only been one man on my mind.”
Kip swallowed. “Who?”
“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to.” Dustin nuzzled Kip’s neck to take another whiff of Kip. “Kip, you smell so fucking good. Do you taste good as well?”
“Why don’t you come find out?”
Kip’s answer stunned him. Dustin traced the side of Kip’s neck with his nose. In all the time Kip had been with Hook, the werelion never left a permanent mating mark on Kip’s neck. That gave Dustin immense relief because it meant Hook never tied his tainted soul permanently to Kip’s pure one.
“Tell me to stop, Kip, and I will,” Dustin said, looking into Kip’s eyes.
“Don’t stop,” Kip whispered.
Seeing a reflection of his lust burning in Kip’s eyes, Dustin did what he’d been dreaming of for a long time. Closing in, Dustin claimed Kip’s lips. Kip froze, but soon responded, yielding against the press of his lips.
Slipping his hands under Kip’s shirt, Dustin moved his hands up Kip’s silken flesh. More. Dustin wanted to scent and touch, kiss, and suck more of Kip’s tempting body. At least Kip was no longer skin and bones compared to the first time they met. Dustin moved his hands lower, past the hem of Kip’s jeans to cup the smaller man’s ass. He could feel his hard-on pressing against his jeans and smell Kip’s arousal.
Their tongues and teeth tangled. Dustin nipped and sucked, unable to stop. One taste of Kip and he nearly lost it. He could take Kip now. So easy to yank down Kip’s jeans, command him to turn and spread his thighs so Dustin could sink his dick into Kip’s sweet, little, pink rosette. Kip wouldn’t fight him, Dustin knew. The human wanted him, too. Dustin could smell Kip’s need a mile away and still taste the jealousy in him.
That was fine. Dustin was possessive, too. He’d forgotten why he’d kept his distance in the first place. So foolish of him to continue suffering in silence, knowing Kip felt the same way.
Someone cleared their throat. With obvious reluctance, Dustin pulled away. The moment he did, Kip moaned into his mouth, clearly begging for more, but Dustin reeled himself back.
Neither of them wanted to stop, Dustin knew that when he claimed Kip’s lips. Kip tasted of acquiescence, and the bold little human reached for his belt buckle. When Dustin grabbed his hand, Kip drew a sharp breath.
Dustin pulled his mouth back. “I lead the show here, pet. First, I want to taste you. Let’s get these annoying bottoms off you.”
He helped Kip back to his feet. Kip kicked off his shoes and yanked down his jeans and boxers with hurried movements.
“I want to see you, too. Can I?” Kip asked.
A surge of pride filled Dustin at Kip’s initiative. Dustin grinned. “Come help me.”
Shyly, Kip approached him, helping him out of his shirt. Dustin didn’t fail to notice the way Kip’s gaze lingered on his torso. Licking his lips, Kip cleared his throat when he noticed Dustin looking at him.
“You like what you see, human?” Dustin asked, amused.
“You know I do.”
“Come see the rest of me.”
To Dustin’s shock, Kip knelt between his legs. Before Dustin could say anything to protest, Kip clutched a handful of his denim fabric.
“Don’t tell me not to do this. I want to,” Kip said.
Dustin didn’t imagine the confidence in his voice. Kip was turning out to be a surprise, a gem. Dustin helped Kip with his belt buckle and let the human put aside his shoes, and pull down his jeans and boxers. Seeing the cock hanging between his legs, Kip drew a sharp breath.
“So big,” Kip whispered.
“Intimidated?” Dustin asked, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice.
“Not one bit.” Kip leaned forward but didn’t push Dustin away when he gently threaded his fingers through his hair.
Dustin didn’t bother giving Kip the discourtesy of asking if he was sure and ready because Kip’s look said he was. Kip licked away the pre-cum off his tip like it was something tasty, swirling the tongue over his head. Groaning, Dustin let Kip take over. Kip licked the length of him, not neglecting his balls. The human took each of his balls into his mouth, sucking them.
“Baby, your mouth feels amazing on my dick.”
The compliment made Kip blush, though he was busy giving Dustin head. It spurred Kip on, though. Kip took his length between his lips, gagging at first, but quickly adjusting to his size. Warmth flooded through Dustin’s chest. It amazed him this wonderful man would do such a thing for him because he wanted to, especially knowing Kip’s past.
Kip bobbed his head up and down, seemingly full of energy. The pressure continued to build inside Dustin as Kip continued to service his fat cock, so close to busting.
“I’m going to explode soon,” Dustin warned.
He began to pull away, but Kip latched onto his mouth. His balls drew in tight against his body. With a growl, Dustin shot his load into Kip’s waiting mouth. Kip worked his cheeks and jaws, taking every bit of his seed.
“God, baby. What should I do? You’re slowing working your way into my heart,” Dustin said after, recovering.
“Sometimes, I think you purposely chose your words to make me blush,” Kip muttered.
“Red is such a wonderful color on you. Now let me return the favor.” Dustin rose to his feet and helped Kip out.
“W-what do you mean? Where are we going to?”
“To my bed, baby. Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? I want to taste every inch of you. That includes your dick and the rest of you. Fuck, you can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
“My body? But it’s tainted.” Kip bit his lower lip.
Dustin snarled at that. “Kip, don’t let me ever hear you say that about yourself, understand?”
“Okay. You overwhelm me at times, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”
Communicating was good, Dustin mused. Twining their fingers together, Dustin led Kip to his bedroom. Tonight might have started tentative, uncertain, but Dustin finally saw glimpses of the real self Kip kept buried behind to survive his ordeal. Dustin let go of Kip’s fingers, turning to face him.
Kip trembled slightly, staring at the room, gaze lingering on the bed. Dustin wondered if bad memories plagued him at the sight of any stranger’s bed, but Dustin wasn’t merely any stranger. He was his mate.
“Hey,” Dustin began, taking his lips. “Talk to me, pet.”
Kip leaned against him, closing his eyes. When he opened them, there was surety in his voice and look. “I want this, need you. How do you want me?”
“Good.” Dustin nodded to the bed. “Lie on your back.”
Climbing on the bed, Kip let out a nervous laugh. “I’m not used to this position.”
“No?” Dustin asked. He planned on showering Kip with kisses, every inch of him, so Dustin could thank Kip for his bravery.
“Usually, Hook takes me on fours, doggy-style. I can’t see him or anyone he brings along to play with me.”
Dustin blanketed his body over Kip’s, planning to eradicate any thoughts of Hook from Kip’s head, starting now. “I want you like this. This way, I can see the expression on your face when I ride you.”
He kissed Kip on the lips again, slow and easy like they were two shy young men making love. Dustin went lower, kisses getting bolder. Moaning, Kip gripped his hair as Dustin moved down his throat and closed his mouth over his left nipple. He sucked on the bud, teasing Kip until Kip hardened under his mouth.
Moving to the right tit, Dustin could feel the wetness of Kip’s dick pressing up against him, and his own prick thickening with every needy whine Kip emitted.
“Dustin,” Kip murmured. “You’re so good with your mouth. You’re going to drive me mad.”
Dustin released Kip’s right nipple, grinning. “Say that after I taste your dick.”
“My—” Kip faltered, blushing.
His mate was so fucking adorable, and Dustin couldn’t wait to taste the rest of him.