[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, Werewolves/vampires, MM, HEA]
Brian has his work cut out for him as Jason's Guide. He needs to train his new lover in the ways of being a werewolf, and do it while someone is after Jason and his brother for being a couple of humans who have a lot of money. Something the general shifter populace does not take kindly to.
Jason doesn't want to be a nuisance to Brian. He's lucky to have someone who cares so much for him, and Jason wants to work hard, to get control of the wild animal inside his head before he and Brian both get in trouble. Everyone knows new shifters can be extremely dangerous, and Jason doesn’t want to hurt Brian either.
But when the stalker shifter who turned Jason in the first place comes back, Jason will let the wild animal out to hunt for the first time to protect the man he loves.
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
Jason’s heart slammed around in his chest. He could feel the wolf inside him growling. “Someone tried to kill me. They turned me into this and went after my brother.”
The detective’s lack of caring, while expected, was enough to bring out a little more of the wolf. Jason growled. Brian gripped his hand even tighter, but he couldn’t tell if the other man was just doing that because he was trying to pull Jason away from that steep cliff, or if Jason was hurting him.
And with the wolf this close to the surface, Jason didn’t care if he hurt Brian.
“You wanna leash your ward here.”
“Yeah,” Brian said, coming to a stand, yanking Jason up with him. “We’re done here.”
Jason didn’t want to be done. He pulled back against Brian, wanting to stay, wanting to fight. He wanted to give this asshole something to be a lot less smug about, especially when it came to talking about his rich human brother.
“Jason, we’re going. Right now.”
Normally, the sound of Brian’s commanding voice would have been enough to yank him a little out of his haze.
This time, Jason was barely aware of anything else going on. He wanted to kill this asshole. He wanted to smash his face into the ground and make it so that he didn’t get up.
“Now, Jason,” Brian said, grabbing the back of Jason’s neck with his good hand.
That was enough to make Jason snap out of it, and he had no choice as he was led away, like a misbehaved puppy, from the breakfast nook where they had been talking to the detective.
From the corner of Jason’s eye, he saw Cole, another member of their new security team, step forward and shake the detective’s hand. Being courteous until Andrew, Jason’s brother, could come back and answer any remaining questions they had.
Jason didn’t want that prick anywhere near his brother. He didn’t want him anywhere near Andrew where he could make some comment about Andrew’s money.
The jealous cocksucking asshole.
“I’m okay now,” Jason said.
“Don’t care.” Brian sounded angry, and he didn’t let go of the back of Jason’s neck as he frog marched him up the stairs and to Brian’s room.
A room that Jason had been spending the last couple of nights in.
Brian let go of Jason’s neck just long enough to open the door, but Jason walked through the threshold before he could grab him again.
He was going to walk the rest of the way himself, thank you very much.
It didn’t stop Brian from slamming the door behind him and staring at Jason with glowing gold eyes.
That was a sign, and though the young wolf within Jason still wanted to fight, still felt stubborn about their own righteousness, those glowing eyes were enough to at least make it second-guess itself.
“When I tell you we’re going, we are going.”
“No, not whatever,” Brian snapped, a hint of his fangs coming out. “You were getting ready to fly across the table to try tearing into him.”
“I had it under control,” he lied. Not entirely sure of himself, but he didn’t think it had been that bad.
“You nearly broke my good hand. Don’t fucking lie to me.”
You want me to give it to you?”
“Yes, please,” Jason asked, looking back at him and wiggling his brows.
Not the only thing he wiggled.
“Fine. You asked for it.”
He went for the spot where they kept their lubricant. Brian was a guest in Andrew’s house. He didn’t actually live here, but in the several days he’d been a guest, he’d managed to bring over enough of his things, as well as buy an assortment of items that any couple would need for their alone time.
Jason watched him with interest, eyes still normal, but it no longer mattered because now that he was giving up the control to Brian, Jason could let loose as much as he wanted.
Provided that Jason’s wolf knew that there was a bigger, badder, stronger wolf in bed with it, he could let his claws out all he wanted.
The smell of Jason’s musk, rising in the room, was almost intoxicating.
Brian couldn’t help but lean in, kissing his way down Jason’s spine as he got the cap off the lube bottle with one hand.
His other hand was somewhat useful. Moving his fingers caused the wound on his back to twitch painfully, so he tried doing as little of that as possible as he squeezed enough lube into his good hand, and then pressed his newly slicked fingers to Jason’s hole.
Jason’s pucker clenched up. It seemed to be a reaction he naturally had whenever Brian touched him. That initial resistance, right before he gave in, sighing and gladly taking what was being offered to him.
“That’s what I want,” Jason said, his head dropping as he softly muttered a curse.
“You want my dick inside you?”
Jason shivered. When he looked back, his eyes had changed. “Uh huh,” he said, his voice, and body, trembling.
That was fine. Brian didn’t detect a coming shift from him. He didn’t sense any animosity from the man at all. No challenge or threat. He just really wanted to have Brian inside him.
And how could Brian deny the man he loved what he needed?
What they both needed to feel whole?
Lining up the head of his cock, Brian could have stretched his lover a little more, but he was impatient. He pushed forward.
Tight. So damned tight.
And so good.
Jason opened his mouth in a silent cry, his body accepting him, and Brian trusted the man enough to know that Jason would tell him if it was too much. If he was hurt.
It was the pact they’d made. They both had to tell each other when something hurt. This wasn’t going to work otherwise.
Jason released a heavy sigh. He glanced backwards, smiling, his brow glistening with a thin layer of sweat before he gently thrust back against Brian’s cock.
Yeah, they both needed this.
Brian only wished he could properly grab onto both of Jason’s hips before slamming into him.
In a couple of days. He would get there after a few more days of healing when he could finally move his arm around without it being in this damned sling.
Until then, he fucked easily into Jason, looking down, watching as his cock vanished again and again inside him.
They fucked lazily. Jason’s head dropped as he moaned softly. The pleasure was getting to him. To the both of them. His hole clenched tightly around Brian’s shaft, almost to the point where he couldn’t move anymore.