[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romantic Suspense Romance, MM, shape-shifters, werewolves, HEA]
In Feral Claim, ordinary human Dave and his psychic brother have spent the entire lives running. Paranormals consider humans prey, but when there’s no one else to turn to, Dave seeks monsters for help. For years, the Devil Hills wolves have closed off their territory, but the scent of his mate draws werewolf enforcer Forrest to find Dave.
In Savage Alpha, survival is Daryl Rush’s number one priority. Daryl spent his entire life running, until a werewolf pack takes them in. Daryl can’t deny his attraction to the Alpha, Deacon Becker. Savage, lethal, and untouchable, Deacon is called the Demon for a reason. Will he be able to tame the demon and come out unscathed?
“Are you making those for a party?” Dave asked, snatching one burger from a plate and, within a few seconds, wolfed it down.
“Nope, just thought I’d be prepared. Fair warning, I’m a decent cook but not the best,” he said.
Dave finished off the burger. “This is so good.”
“You’re just hungry,” he pointed out. Forrest turned off the stove, realizing he was ravenous, too. They ate in silence for a few moments, decimating the pile of burgers to half. He remarked, “I didn’t know humans could eat that much.”
Dave blushed. “I missed a few meals, that’s all. I’m sorry about your food.”
“Nothing to be sorry about,” Forest said, reaching out to thumb the mayo on the corner of Dave’s mouth. He licked it off, liking how unsettled Dave grew and something else. Dave’s woody confirmed his suspicions that his desire hadn’t just been one-sided. His dick ached, thickened inside his jeans.
“You should be in bed, resting,” Forrest said in a harsh voice.
“I’m feeling a lot better, and it’s not like I’m injured,” the little human had the gall to say.
“It’s not wise,” Forrest ventured, watching Dave curiously peek at his fridge. The human hesitantly reached for two beers and offered one to him. He nodded, opened it, and took a slow sip. Dave tipped his head back, sighed as he took a long pull.
“What’s not wise?” Dave asked.
“Tempting a wolf.”
Pink crept up to Dave’s cheeks and neck. Dave swallowed, the tendons in his neck standing out. The bold little human asked, “Why is that?”
“My inner animal acts differently around you. It’s better if you don’t know.”
Forrest began to turn away. The more distance he put between them, the better, except Dave grabbed his arm. A snarl tickled from his mouth and Dave froze, watching him wary eyes. Wary, he realized, but not frightened.
“Please, ever since you rescued us, I’ve been feeling—” Dave’s gaze slid to Forrest’s erection. Dave began to reach for the button of his jeans, but Forrest caught his fingers. Dave let out a breath. Dave went on, “I don’t understand it myself, but don’t you want me, too?”
“You can’t handle me, human.” Forrest’s wolf had grown frighteningly calm inside of him, so certain that this human would soon fall in their trap.
Once he heard consent from Dave’s tempting lips, he wouldn’t hesitate to have the human under him.
No, Forrest thought. This was a bad idea. Who knew what tomorrow would bring? Worst-case scenario, Deacon would lose his complete trust in him, exile him and the human. Where would he go? Devil Hills had always been his home, and he risked it all, Deacon’s wrath and his place in the pack, for one human he met today. Fuck this.
Forrest only lived once. That had been his motto, and if he already screwed his future, he might as well enjoy tonight.
Dave cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that, wolf?”
He smirked, showing a hint of fang. Bold little human. Forrest never met another wolf who intrigued and challenged him the way this human did.
“Come close, little human, and find out,” he said. Forrest finished his beer.
Dave set his can on the counter, took a couple of steps toward him. Impatient, he tugged at Dave’s shirt and yanked the human close. Dave nearly stumbled but Forrest settled his hands on the human’s waist, steadying Dave on his feet. He lifted Dave’s chin, slanted his lips over the humans, and finally took Dave’s mouth. Sweetness exploded down his mouth. His cock dug against the zipper of his jeans as Dave responded with the same eager hunger. Tongues tangled, teeth clashed, but eventually, Dave parted his lips wider so he could deepen the kiss.
Forrest liked how Dave rubbed that tempting little body against him.
When he pulled away, Dave panted, eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I’m usually more reserved than this, but when I’m around you, I don’t know. I feel wilder, braver.”
“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing to me. Come.” Remembering Daryl remained sleeping on the couch, he led Dave to the bedroom and closed the door. The bedroom didn’t contain much, just a bed, a desk, and a door leading to the bathroom.
“I’m still all sweaty,” Dave murmured.
An impatient snarl slipped from his mouth. Was the human regretting his decision now of all times, after making Forrest all hot and heavy? His wolf reeled up inside him, but wolves could be incredibly patient predators, too. He reminded his animal of that.
“Changed your mind?” Forrest asked out of courtesy.
Dave shook his head. “It’s just, will you give me like five minutes to take a quick shower? I’m a little self-conscious.”
Huh. Forrest smelled no lie.
“Go ahead, it’s right through that door.”
Dave darted to the bathroom, forgetting to leave the door shut. Forrest glimpsed Dave quickly slipping out of his clothes and smiled. So, the human was telling the truth, although in his opinion, Dave had nothing to be self-conscious about. Forrest glimpsed a lean but well-toned body streaked in some places with dirt. Dave slipped inside the shower.
Forrest smiled. Maybe they could shower together.
“God, what am I doing?” he whispered to himself. Daryl was sleeping right outside, all tuckered out, but he couldn’t sleep, not when his tomorrow seemed so uncertain. Who knew, tonight might be his last on earth.
“Do you have a habit of talking to yourself, little human?” a voice drawled.
He whipped his head around and widened his eyes seeing Forrest leaning against the door casually. God, but Forrest looked good, dressed in nothing but those faded jeans that hung low on his hips. Dave could see the V of flesh disappearing down denim and Forrest’s six-pack abs. His fingers twitched. Dave wanted to touch all that rock-hard muscle and feel Forrest’s large hands on his body.
Dave didn’t need to look down to know he sported an erection.
Thank God, he recovered his voice. “And do you spy on people in the shower?”
Forrest chuckled, the sound of his deep laugh able to melt his bones. Those intense green eyes met his. “I’m not the one who left the shower door open. It’s as good an invitation as any.”
“I did that?” Dave whispered. Oh right. He’d been so eager to clean up fast so Forrest wouldn’t change his mind about sex.
“Seems to me you have some trouble making up your mind, little human. I’ll decide for you,” the werewolf said, then dropped his jeans.
Dave stared, unable to help himself. He’d never seen a cock so huge, and he hadn’t been aware of curling his fingers over his dick and stroking. He imagined Forrest sliding that engorged prick inside his tight little hole, riding him fast and hard so he’d never forget this moment.
His mouth went dry as Forrest opened the shower door and joined him. He took a few steps back so the tiny space could accommodate the two of them. Dave’s back hit the slick shower tiles. Forrest lowered the water pressure so tiny droplets slid down their bodies.
“Why did you stop? Need some assistance?” Forrest asked, putting his huge and callused hand over his prick. He didn’t resist, moaning and practically thrusting his hips into Forrest’s hand as Forrest worked his dick.
Dave began to reach out to touch Forrest’s water-slicked pectorals, but the werewolf easily pinned both his arms above his head, restricting movement. God, feeling helpless turned him on. Forrest’s talented fingers worked his prick faster, and he groaned, eyelids flickering.
“That’s it, little human. I like that expression on your face,” Forrest said, then the bastard stopped, only to fondle his balls. The werewolf nudged his legs further apart, then reached past his balls and began thumbing his puckered entrance. He widened his eyes.
No one had ever teased him like this.
“Tell me, how many men have been inside of you, Dave?”
He gasped when Forrest slid a finger into his hole. “One.”
Forrest raised an eyebrow.
“Sex is nothing special,” he blurted.
“Well. Let me prove you wrong.” Forrest took his mouth, the kiss all heat and bite.
His dick thickened against his body, his moan spilling out when Forrest released him. The werewolf grabbed him by the shoulder, spun him so his front pressed against the wall. Forrest planted another kiss on the nape of his neck.
“Wait here. I’ll get lube.”
He rested his cheek against the tiles.
Dave heard a cabinet open then slam shut before the heat of Forrest’s body was right behind him again. Good. Forrest uncapped the lube.
“No piece of plastic between us, little human. We shifters don’t catch anything, and I want to fuck you raw, no barriers.”
Forrest’s words made his heart leap, but he wanted that, too, to feel Forrest’s bare dick riding him.
“I’m clean, too,” he said. “I haven’t been with anyone like this in years.”
“Except for that uneventful incident?”
He felt himself nod, recalling the one-night stand he had with a stranger. Dave hadn’t had anything in common with that guy. They didn’t even bother giving each other their real names, merely wanted one thing from each other.
Dave soon forgot about that when Forrest slipped a slick finger inside his hole. He rubbed his dick against the tiles, aware his shaft turned from half- to full-mast. Forrest added a second finger, started widening him for access. He gasped when Forrest found that sensitive spot inside him. Needing something to hold onto, he gripped the wall as Forrest did it again.
“You’re ready,” Forrest said.
“Thank God,” he muttered.
“Are you always this delightful, little human?” Forrest asked, nipping at the side of his neck.
He shuddered in anticipation, widening his stance only to feel Forrest’s slick cockhead poised at his stretched hole. Forrest gripped his waist and pushed in. He moaned, aware of Forrest’s massive prick stretching him wide.
“Breathe in and out for me,” Forrest ordered.
Dave did as Forrest asked, willing his inner muscles to relax. The rest of Forrest’s entry turned smoother, especially after Forrest moved past the thick ring of muscles. He groaned as Forrest sheathed himself all the way in, finally buried balls deep in him.
“Good job,” Forrest said, grazing his teeth against his pulse.
Pinned in place, he couldn’t form any words, especially when Forrest started to move. The initial burn of Forrest’s entrance disappeared, replaced by pleasurable ecstasy. The werewolf began with slow, steady strokes as if Forrest wanted to make sure he got used to his size. He appreciated that.
He mewled when Forrest reached for his prick and started stroking it, timing his hand movements with his thrusts.
“Faster,” he managed to grit out.
“Alpha—” he began.
“Deacon. Call me by my name when we’re together,” Deacon interrupted.
“Deacon then.” God, the name sounded odd on his lips, yet strangely intimate. “Can you slow down? I can’t see in the dark.”
Deacon came to a halt and, without warning, tossed Daryl over his shoulder like some kind of caveman. He sucked in a breath, struggled for a bit only for Deacon to whack at his ass.
“Did you just slap me?” he demanded.
“You wouldn’t stay still. Why? Changed your mind?” Even as Deacon asked that question, the Alpha kept moving. Deacon seemed unbothered by the uneven ground or the untamed terrain only shifters or other nature-based paranormal could walk through without stumbling once. The Alpha moved swiftly, with a purpose.
“No, it’s just, I didn’t want to be carried like some sack of potatoes. Not romantic at all,” he grumbled.
Deacon ran that big hand over his ass again, making him groan. He blushed, aware his denim-clad dick brushed against Deacon’s broad shoulder. Shifting only made things worse, made him rock-hard and further aroused.
“I don’t do romance.”
Deacon’s words stung, but Daryl had known what he was getting to.
“Well,” he ventured, “being carried like this might just wilt my prick.”
Deacon let out a deep and sexy sound capable of melting his insides, the sound shocked him because he didn’t think a man like Deacon laughed easily. “Oh, I doubt that, little Esper. You’re so hard for me right now, you’re about to burst, aren’t you?”
Daryl thumped Deacon’s back muscles. “Ow,” he grumbled and gave up.
What was the point? It felt like punching a damn tank. Oh, Daryl knew he could put a stop to this anytime he wanted. Deacon would never hurt him, wouldn’t do anything without his consent. He was safe. Daryl knew the Alpha was the last man who’d hurt him. He was an empath, after all, and underneath Deacon’s lethal, ruthless mask lay the soul of a man who wanted to protect his home and pack.
“We’re almost there,” Deacon said.
Daryl gave up trying to convince Deacon to put him down and enjoyed the change of scenery instead. The trees in these parts of the woods looked much older, taller, and the terrain underfoot turned rocky.
“What are you thinking about?” Deacon asked, curiosity in his voice.
“Jared and the others keep encouraging me to explore these woods, but I’ve always refused because I’ve never been a sporty kind of person. I think they’d look beautiful in the daytime,” he mused out loud.
“I’ll take you on a hike sometime,” Deacon said with a growl to his voice.
He had to blink several times to make sure he heard that right. Deacon sounded dead serious. The Alpha always had plenty of duties and responsibilities, and yet Deacon wanted to spend more time with him?
Daryl would love the idea of just the two of them out in the wilderness. Maybe he could even feign an accident, trip over a rock or something so Deacon could catch him with those strong arms of his. Beg the Alpha for another kiss to make things better and—
What the hell was he thinking?
Deacon didn’t commit. Ever. No use letting his mind wander that far, because Daryl knew it would only hurt him in the end. Dangerous. Deacon was trouble, not because of what he was, but because of what he was capable of doing to him. Once the Alpha hooked his claws into Daryl’s heart, he was done for.
He loved too much, cared too easily. That was what Dave told him before. Guard your heart, his brother always said, because you’re too kind, and kindness can kill. That had been the past, though, when every day he struggled to hide what he was. Here in Devil Hills, he’d been free to make friends, to use his abilities to help others.
“You would? Wait. You’re confusing me. I thought I’m a one-night-stand, and here you are, telling me we’ll go on a trip in the woods?”
Deacon growled in answer.
“Okay, I can’t understand you when you get all growly and stuff,” he said, squeaking when Deacon smacked his ass. He blushed harder, shocked by how aroused he became from that little gesture.
“You have a mouth on you, little Esper.”
“Well, what did you expect? You threw me over your shoulder like some kind of savage woodsman, then told me we’ll go on a pleasant hike someday? You’re confusing me.”
Deacon said nothing for a few moments. Sweat dripped down his back, and Daryl wondered if he said something wrong. Deacon stopped, placed him back on his feet. Daryl took a look around and found they stood in front of a modest and rustic single-floor cabin’s porch.
He gripped Deacon’s arm, searching the Alpha’s black gaze and wondering if he should apologize.
Deacon only fisted his shirt and slammed his lips over his. Jolts of electricity went down his chest and right to his dick, and he moaned when Deacon released his mouth only to cup his prick and give it a squeeze. Daryl nearly blew his load right there and then but somehow managed to hold back, not wanting to come across like a teenager lacking control.
“Enough talk,” Deacon told him.
Rendered speechless, he nodded. Screw confusion. Daryl knew what he wanted from the start, even if it meant risking his heart for an Alpha who closed his own heart off a long time ago.
“I should warn you, this is, um. My first time. With a man.” Daryl seemed nervous, and he had a hard time processing the Esper’s words. Daryl went on, “I’m a virgin. I mean, I’ve dated some guys, but I always hold back. I never know when they might find out I’m an Esper, and they might rat me out to the Discipline Squad.”
Deacon didn’t need to be able to read emotion. It pissed him off Daryl had to live most of his life in fear and hiding his abilities. To an Esper, using his powers was as natural as shifting. Deacon couldn’t imagine hiding his wolf to escape detection.
He gathered the shaking Esper into his arms and hugged him tight. Daryl relaxed against him, leaning his back against his chest. Fuck. Daryl’s scent was so enticing, but he reeled in his wolf, his arousal.
“You’re here now, safe, and I’m glad you told me that.”
“Y-you are?” Daryl twisted in his arms and looked up at him. At that moment, Daryl looked young, innocent, and trusting. “I mean, you’re not disappointed?”
“Why would I be? It’s the exact opposite. I’m fucking elated I’ll be your first.” And your last, Deacon didn’t add, because the last thing he wanted was to scare Daryl away.
“Okay. Good. Can you kiss me again?”
“Whatever you want, little Esper.” Deacon claimed Daryl’s mouth, this time taking Daryl slow and tender. When he pulled away, Daryl touched his kiss-swollen lips with what looked like wonder on his face. “Let’s get these clothes off you.”
Deacon leashed in his inner wolf, who kept pushing him to take Daryl rough and hard. Make the Esper his. He needed to be careful, needed to take into consideration this was Daryl’s first time. He kissed Daryl again and edged him toward the bed, until the back of Daryl’s legs hit the footboard. Deacon pulled his mouth away, liking the dazed expression on Daryl’s face. He touched the hem of Daryl’s shirt, and the Esper lifted his hands to speed up the process.
A rumble tore out of his throat at the sight of Daryl’s smooth, lean body. Fuck. He could barely keep his libido in check as he worked on Daryl’s jeans next, hesitating when Daryl put his hands over his.
Blushing, Daryl said, “I want to see you undressed, too. Please?”
Oh, Deacon decided he liked hearing those words from Daryl’s lips. He tugged off his shirt with impatience, didn’t miss the look of appreciation Daryl gave him. Most of his ex-lovers were usually intimidated by him. Some complained he was too rough, but Daryl looked nothing but excited.
Deacon growled in approval as Daryl took off his jeans, then his boxers. The sight of Daryl’s thickened erection made him grin. Deacon got rid of his bottoms, only for Daryl’s mouth to drop open.
If Daryl was intimated, he certainly didn’t show it. Instead, Daryl said, “My, Mister Alpha, what a big dick you have.”
* * * *
For the second time that evening, Deacon let out another sexy, deep laugh, which only made Daryl further aroused. Daryl had seen dick pics on the internet, but Deacon could certainly give all those models a run for their money. The Alpha was massive, and he wondered if Deacon could fit all that inside his tiny hole.
As if sensing his nervousness, Deacon approached him, eliminating the distance between them, and tipped his chin. “Shh. Don’t worry, little Esper. The last thing I’ll do is hurt you. I’ll guide you. If you’re in any discomfort or pain, tell me. I’ll slow down, understand?”
Comforted by those words, he nodded. Daryl shouldn’t be surprised by Deacon’s level of control, the unexpected tenderness. The Alpha dealt fairly with both the stronger and weaker members of his pack, after all.
“Crawl into the bed. Lie on your back,” Deacon instructed.
He obeyed, only to see Deacon disappear into a door that led to the bathroom. The Alpha returned with towels and lube. In understanding, he lifted his legs so Deacon could put the towels underneath him. Then Deacon joined him in bed, sliding on top of him but keeping arms on either side of his head, probably to keep his weight off him.
Daryl took that opportunity to admire the hard, firm lines of Deacon’s massive body. He felt tiny compared to Deacon. Once again, the knowledge the Alpha would never hurt him filled him with relief.
“Talk to me. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Deacon asked.
“Thinking about how big you are.”
Deacon chuckled. “That a compliment?”
Deacon lowered his mouth to his, but instead of lingering on his lips, the Alpha placed more kisses down the side of his neck, seemingly fascinated by the spot between shoulder and neck. With a little snarl, Deacon moved lower, showering his chest with more little kisses and playful nips. Needing something to hold onto, he sunk his fingers into the thick silk of Deacon’s hair. The Alpha didn’t seem to mind, merely closed his mouth over one nipple and sucked.
He groaned, especially when Deacon curled his big fingers over his needy shaft and began to stoke him, back and forth, fast and slow. Then Deacon gave his tip a pinch, at the same time biting down on his nipple. His balls tightened against his body and he climaxed, crying out as he spilled his load all over Deacon’s fingers.
His mind hazed over, and it felt too good to be embarrassed he came so soon. Deacon lifted his cum-covered hand and put it to his lips. Knowing what to do instinctively, he sucked at Deacon’s fingers.
Deacon snarled, approval on his face. “Good job, but don’t get all comfy. We’re just beginning.”