[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifter, werewolves, public exhibition, HEA]
SWEET DELIGHT: Kenway is stunned when Maverick has a dream about the buffalo shifter owning his own bakery. He can’t even bake a can of biscuits without burning them. But when his mate returns, Kenway is determined to make a better life for him and Ross. The problem is, trouble has followed Ross to Brac Village.
SILENT SECRETS: Priest Mosley moved to Brac Village to start over. He wanted a quiet place to settle down and start his own business. What he hadn’t expected was Randy. Priest isn’t sure about the small man’s advances, but what catches his interest are the bruises he sees on the man’s body.
KISSING RENO: Reno Davis is new to Brac Village, transferring into the local fire department. He loves his solitude and the freedom he feels when riding his motorcycle on the open road. But when he visits the local bakery to pick up some sweets for the firehouse, he discovers his mate and is now under the pull of the mating dance.
Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.
Ross had no idea where he was. He had tried numerous times to disperse his molecules, but with the bracelet around his wrist, it wasn’t happening. He had no idea that there were handcuffs made specifically for vampires. That was news to him. He wondered if Dante knew about them. And if the coven leader had, why in the fuck hadn’t Ross been informed?
He had tried over and over again to get the damn thing off, but it wasn’t budging. It was as if there was some sort of spell or something on it. Every time Ross tried to work it free, it slipped right back onto his wrist.
If he didn’t get out of here soon, Ross was seriously contemplating cutting his own damn wrists off. Okay, not really, but he was frustrated as hell.
Ross stopped outside a building, hearing a lot of cheering and loud music. He glanced up to see the name of the place.
Just where in the hell was he? There was a large, beefy man standing at the doorway, eyeing Ross suspiciously. He could smell shifter on the man, but wasn’t sure what kind of shifter. He was starting to wonder if he should go in there for help. The place didn’t look too respectable.
“You here to audition?” the man asked, leaning back against the brick wall in the small alcove of the doorway, looking as if he hadn’t a care in the world.
“Audition?” For what? From the looks of the place, it wasn’t going to be anything he wanted to do.
“Go on inside and talk to Diablo. He’s behind the bar,” the man said as he waved Ross in.
Having nothing to lose at this point, Ross ventured inside. There was a throng of patrons sitting by the stage as a drag queen strutted across large platform. And that was definitely a drag queen. The guy…er…girl sashayed back and forth, giving the men a show as he…er…she began to undress.
Holy shit! He was in a strip club!
Just where in the hell was he?
Ross quickly turned around, making a beeline for the door. He wasn’t a stripper and had no desire to become one either. He had no idea why the bouncer had sent him in, but Ross was getting the hell out of here. Audition my ass! There was no way in fuck he was dressing up like a woman and…no way!
“Where you going, hon?”
Ross yelped when he was grabbed by the wrist and hauled back into the club by some drunken man. The guy’s breath stunk to high heaven, and he wasn’t easy on the eyes. Ross fought to get free, but the man was too strong, his grip made of steel.
“Let me go!” He smacked at the man’s hands as he twisted back and forth. He was going to kill his brother for slapping the bracelet on his wrist and leaving him here…wherever here was. That little shit was meaner than hell, but strong as crap, too. They had never gotten along, but he hadn’t ever thought the vampire would stoop this low. There was mean, and then there was downright evil. And Virgil belonged to the latter. Ross wasn’t even sure why Dante didn’t do the world a favor and kill the vampire. Brother or not, the man was going to kill someone one of these days.
It wasn’t that he didn’t love Virgil. Ross honestly did. Virgil was his brother, after all. But the vampire had been nothing but torturous to Ross since he could remember.
As Ross fought to get free, he thought about Kenway. All Ross wanted was his mate. He missed the buffalo shifter desperately. They had only met once, but Ross felt a deep connection to the man and wanted to be back in his presence. Hell, who was he kidding? He wanted to be back in the man’s arms, getting fucked like nobody’s business and being claimed.
“There are tables in the back that we can sit at and play, or we could go to a back room.”
“Not on your life!” Ross shouted, feeling the tears well up in his eyes. Damn it. He didn’t want to cry in a place like this, but he was feeling trapped with no way out. He saw half-naked men strutting around the place, as if they were on the prowl for sex, and Ross felt his stomach roll.
“Let the man go.”
Ross snapped his head around when he heard the deep rumbling growl behind him. His eyes widened, wondering if he had just gone from the frying pan to the fire. The man was huge!
“Sorry, Wayland. I didn’t know he was yours.”
Wait, what? “I’m not—”
“He’s with me. So let everyone know that he’s off-limits.” Wayland took a step toward the drunken man, his lip pulled back into a snarl. The guy swallowed hard as he backed up, releasing Ross.
“I’ll do that.” The man spun on his heel and took off deeper into the club.
Ross glanced up at the large man. “Thank you.”
Wayland raked his eyes over Ross with a sharp and assessing look. “You’re new here.”
“I–I’m not technically here,” Ross stammered. He could see the faint eager look in Wayland’s eyes, and he had to make it clear that this was all a big mistake.
“You look like you’re standing here to me.”
“I’m lost,” Ross said as he began to back toward the door. “I stumbled in here on accident.”
“Wait,” Wayland said, but Ross was heading for the door as if his life depended on getting out of there. He wasn’t waiting around for anyone. Not in this place. He didn’t want to play at a table or be taken into a back room. He just wanted to get the hell out of the strip club and go home.
Where are you, Kenway?
When the bouncer held his hand up, stopping Ross from leaving, Ross nearly screamed in frustration. He wanted out of this fucking place!
“Wayland wants to talk to you,” the bouncer said lazily, jerking his chin back toward the bar.
“So?” he said exasperatedly.
“So,” the bouncer said. “When a demon warrior wants to talk, you listen.”
“Come on, big guy,” Ross said as he grabbed Kenway’s hand and led him from the shop. “Let’s celebrate.”
His mate’s exuberance was contagious. Kenway gave a hearty chuckle as they stepped outside. “What do you want to do?”
“Well, I definitely want to ride your big-ass cock.”
Kenway swallowed…hard. His mind filled with images of Ross, with erotic, taunting scenes more. His erection was starting to become painful, biting into his zipper as he thought of grabbing Ross’s ass while his mate slid up and down—he had to stop thinking about that. “That sounds pretty fucking perfect to me.”
The smile in Ross’s obsidian eyes contained a sensual heat that Kenway wanted to explore at further length. A current of electricity buzzed through his skin as Ross ran his hand down Kenway’s arm. “I thought it might.”
Kenway hurried his mate to the truck, praying they made it home before he lost his damn mind with lust. All he could think about was fucking Ross.
Gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles turned white, Kenway watched as Ross moved closer, his hand skimming over his hard erection. His cock pulsed at his mate’s touch and Kenway wanted nothing more than to…fuck this. Kenway pulled the truck over to the side of the road, slammed the gear into park, and moved until he was out from behind the steering wheel.
Ross laughed. “Can’t wait?”
“I am so close to coming in my pants that it isn’t even funny.” Ross released his swollen cock, afraid to touch his own erection for fear he would erupt. “God, please suck my dick, Ross.” His voice was husky now, raw with need.
Kenway was thankful as hell Ross didn’t tease him. His mate slid into position and wrapped his luscious lips around the head, sucking his length to the back of his mouth. Kenway threw his head back and groaned as he grabbed a fistful of Ross’s long hair.
Skin like satin, hair like silk. The man was nothing if not erotic and sensual.
He curled his hips, thrusting in small measures into his mate’s mouth. It was hard as hell to hold back. Kenway wanted to openly fuck the man’s mouth, but was afraid his mate wouldn’t be able to take all—Kenway’s eyes crossed when Ross took every last inch of his cock down his throat.
“Holy hell!” Kenway actually began to sweat as Ross withdrew and then took him all the way down again. He repeated this move over and over again until Kenway’s balls were tight against his body, and he could feel his orgasm pooling at his spine.
And then Ross constricted his throat and that was all she wrote. Kenway let out a guttural scream as his cum spurted from his cock. Never before had he come that damn fast or hard. He feared his balls were going to shrivel up into two tiny grapes.
Ross leaned back, licking a spot of cum that had escaped his mouth, and Kenway damn near had a heart attack. His mate slid his finger over the white mess, pulled his hand back, and then sucked his finger into his mouth.
“Now you are going to let me ride your fat cock,” Ross said as he leaned in for a kiss. Kenway was willing to give the man whatever the hell he wanted at this point, just as long as he never stopped giving him blow jobs. His damn ears were still ringing.
All Kenway could do was watch—and drool—as Ross slid his jeans down and kicked them off. His cock jutted out from a nest of curls, making Kenway’s heart hammer at the sight. His buffalo wanted to devour this man.
Ross grabbed a small packet of lube from the front pocket of his pants and Kenway sat there, his cock still hard as a rock as his mate lathered his cock. He loved Ross’s take-charge attitude. The man’s hands moved sensually, slipping up and down his cock in an erotic dance.
Shit, he was about to come again.
“Let me show you how excited I am about our new business.” Ross straddled Kenway’s lap and slowly lowered himself. Kenway quickly grabbed his cock and held it as Ross sank ass deep.
Oh, glory, glory, glory. The feel of his mate’s tight ass sitting on his cock was so fucking fantastic that Kenway growled out his approval. Moving his hand away, he gripped his mate’s slim hips and held on as Ross began to ride him.
Kenway grabbed Ross’s hair. He couldn’t help it. He loved all the beautiful long strands and wanted to feel them brushing against his heated flesh. Kenway used one hand to grip Ross’s face, pulling his mate closer as he took those talented lips in a fierce kiss.
Ross slipped his tongue inside Kenway’s mouth, hungrily exploring as his ass moved up and down Kenway’s hard erection. If there was anything better in life, Kenway sure as shit had never seen or felt it, because Ross was sending him straight to the paradise of pleasure.
Christ, the man was driving him to madness with his undulating hips and possessive mouth. It was Kenway who felt like he was the one being consumed. It was there, in Ross’s dark eyes. The man wanted to eat him alive.