[Siren Classic ManLove: Alternative, Fantasy, Paranormal, MM, HEA]
Benjamin Berus’ ability to see visions of the past, present, and future has kept him isolated his entire life. When he has a vision of his mate, he thinks it may not be all that bad until it causes his ex-boyfriend to curse him out of jealousy. When he’s only visible after the sun sets, how is he supposed to get to know his mate?
The king’s personal guard, Jerric Sige, is one of the most powerful demons in the kingdom. The problem is, he can’t control it, and he worries every day that someone will get hurt because of his weakness. One night, he wakes to find his mate standing over him and isn’t sure what to think.
After they spend a passion filled night together, Jerric wakes alone. Benji has to find a way to prove their night together wasn’t his imagination, but that proves difficult when he disappears as soon as the sun rises.
The next thing I remembered was the feeling of being cocooned in the softness of a cloud of blankets and pillows. Then the smell of the woods and earth hit me like a warm wall of comfort. I opened my eyes and saw nothing but white, white walls, white ceiling, white blankets…just white. I was in a bed, different from the one in my mate’s sleeping chambers. It was bare, as if it had no one to call it home. It was…empty.
I glanced to the side and saw my mate lying next to me on the bed. His eyes were heavy as if he’d just woken. He was covered, but I could tell he wasn’t wearing a shirt. My mind instantly wondered if he was naked anywhere else.
“Mmm-hmm. Where are we?”
He rolled over so he was fully facing me. “We are in one of the guest rooms on the main floor. I needed to be close in case anything happened with the king. It is my job to guard him after all.”
I giggled. “Yeah, it wouldn’t be good for the king’s personal guard to get caught sleeping on the job.”
“How did you know I’m his personal guard?” His question wasn’t accusatory or suspicious. It was just curiosity.
“I know a lot of things.” This was it. I knew that if I didn’t tell him now, it would be a lie. I didn’t want to start off my mating with a lie. “Most of them are things that I shouldn’t know.” I sighed and turned onto my back so I wouldn’t have to look at him as I bared my deepest secret to my mate. “I’m an oracle. I have visions that tell me things.”
“So, you can see the future?”
“Sometimes, yes, but it’s not always the future. Sometimes it’s the past. Sometimes it’s things that are happening right now. It was how I knew I had to come here. It’s how I found out who you were. It’s how I found out…you were my mate.”
The room was silent for what seemed like hours. My mate didn’t speak, and if I didn’t hear him breathing, I would have thought he left the room. I’d never told anyone about my gift, not even my own parents. It was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do, but at the same time, it was the easiest. He was my mate. He was the person chosen for me by destiny. If anyone would accept me for who—and what—I was, it would be him. At least, I hoped that was the truth.
“Jerric?” I asked, turning back to look at him when he didn’t respond.
My mate stared at me, studying me, watching me. He didn’t move, or speak. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He didn’t seem to be upset or angry, but he didn’t seem not upset or angry either. His face was…unreadable.
“Are you—? Is it—?” I didn’t know what to say, if anything would make the situation better. When he still didn’t speak, I had to force myself not to start crying. “I’m sorry.” I rolled away from my mate so he wouldn’t see the tears that formed in my eyes. A hand on my arm stopped me.
“Don’t. I’m the one who should be apologizing.” Slowly, I turned back to face my mate, who smiled as he wiped away my tears. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“So you’re not mad?”
His smile widened as he shook his head. “I’m not mad. You took me by surprise. The visions…it’s a lot to take in, but I’m not mad. It’ll just take some getting used to, especially if you have seizures every time. It wasn’t easy for me to see you like that.”
I nodded. “I understand, that makes a lot of sense. It’s not always like that. At least, I don’t think so. I’m not really sure. I do pass out most of the time after, though, so I don’t always remember what happened before. It’s not that bad. I’ll do my best to stop them if it bothers you that much. I can sense them coming, usually. I’ve stopped them before, but the really strong ones aren’t easy to—”
I froze, my eyes wide. I curled my lips between my teeth as heat filled my face. “I was rambling again, huh?” He burst out laughing, and I couldn’t help but smile. His laughter was contagious.
“Don’t worry. It was cute. You can ramble any time you want.”
“People usually find it annoying when I ramble.”
My mate caressed my cheek, and shivers ran through my body as my dick twitched, standing at attention. It took everything in my power to stop myself from begging him to take me right then and there…but that would probably ruin the moment.
“Trust me,” he said. “I most definitely do not find it annoying—something far from it, in fact.” He leaned forward, and I moaned a sigh of relief before melding my mouth to his. God, I loved kissing this man. He was better than anyone I’d ever kissed in my life. I could kiss him all day without taking a breath.
Without breaking the kiss, I reached over and pulled open the drawer, feeling about blindly for the bottle that would grant all my naughtiest desires. When I wrapped my fingers around the skinny tube, I grunted in triumph and set it in my mate’s hand. He knew what to do with it.
Suddenly, I was on my back, and Jerric didn’t stop kissing me once. Damn, the man could kiss. The snap of the lid gave me chills, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him in place as he reached down and spread the cool gel on my wrinkled entrance. I moaned as he pressed into me, slowly sliding in one finger. He finally pulled away from my mouth and trailed kisses down my neck and nibbling on the spot where neck meets shoulder.
I tried to catch my breath, hissing as a second finger slid in to the knuckle. He pumped those two fingers in and out, in and out, scissoring them to stretch me open. My hands landed on his shoulders, gripping tight as he moved those fingers around, teasing me, stretching me, until they finally found on that special place inside that sent sparks through my body, and I screamed. My hips lunged off the bed, pushing his fingers even harder against my prostate.
“Oh my… Fuck!”
Jerric laughed against my neck as he concentrated on teasing that sensitive button inside of me. I squeezed harder on his shoulders. My death grip was sure to leave bruises on his beautiful skin. His braids fell against my skin, tickling my chest and stomach as he moved his head down, leaving a wet trail as he went. He stopped to pull one of my nipples in his mouth, pegging my prostate hard with each suck. One, two, three, times was all it took before I was in sensation overload, and I exploded, covering my mate’s chest with cum.
He kept pushing against my prostate, milking every last drop out of my balls, not stopping until I whimpered, the stimulation too much. He backed away from my hot spot, giving me a chance to catch my breath, but he didn’t leave me completely. Instead, he pushed in a third finger, stretching me even more. The pressure was intense, but I wanted something more. It wasn’t enough.
“I want you to ride me,” my mate said suddenly, rolling us so I was on top, straddling him once more. He gripped my hips, lifting me until I was hovering over him, and let out a growl when the angle wasn’t right. I bit my lip to keep the laughter in and reached down, angling his cock toward my slicked hole. He set me down, letting gravity do its job, and I sank down to the hilt. I moaned, and my own cock twitched in interest.
“Ride me,” he growled, and I shuddered.
I lifted one brow down at my mate. “Make me,” I taunted.
His response was to lift me up, and then he pulled me down at the same time as he slammed up into me. I cried out, arching my back. He did it again and again until I was moving on my own. He sat up with me in his lap, changing positions so on each upward thrust he was slamming into my prostate. My cock flared back to life, dripping precum against his stomach.
“Yes!” I rocked against him, moaning like slut, but I didn’t care. Jerric pinched a nipple in each hand and twisted hard. Shit, he was going to figure out how sensitive they were and totally use it against me.
Jerric chuckled as he licked a path up my neck and sucked on my earlobe, nibbling on it between his teeth. I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails in hard enough to leave marks as he released my ear and pulled me in for a kiss. His thrusts became harder, faster, more frantic, but he never lost his rhythm. Each thrust sent me closer and closer to the edge until I was barely holding on by a thread. Just as I was about to take the plunge, he pulled out. Climbing off the bed, he flipped me over onto my stomach, then picked me up so we were standing with my back to his front. He walked us over to the wall and placed my hands against it.
“Leave them there,” he said as he guided my legs back and apart so I was bent with my ass out and supporting myself against the wall. He slammed back into me, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!” I screamed.
This position gave him better leverage, and he could move faster. His aim was perfect too. I was back, standing on the edge in seconds. Jerric leaned over me, angling his hips just right as he wrapped on hand around my dripping cock, jerking me in time with his thrusts. So close. I was so close. He chose that moment to sink to teeth into the back of my neck. He didn’t break the skin, but it was all I needed to shatter.