The Federal Paranormal Agency Collection, Volume 2 (MM)

Federal Paranormal Agency

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 64,520
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[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Paranormal, Consensual BDSM, Vampires, Shape-shifters, MM, HEA]


You have to be the best to go to war with the worst.

That’s the motto the agents of the Federal Paranormal Agency live by. They train hard to hunt down those that go rogue, enforcing the laws set down through the ages. They deliver justice to those that break the laws and save the innocent. They are the enforcers of the paranormal world.

Evan Vexen is a vampire and an agent with the Federal Paranormal Agency. When vampires from the New York City coven start turning up dead – their bodies discarded around the city like trash – Evan is called in. During his investigation, Evan comes up against multiple challenges and uncovers a lot of secrets along the way, secrets the coven never wanted exposed. 

Reyes Caliar is called back home and put on lock-down when vampires from his coven turn up missing and later found dead. Someone is hunting them down, one by one, beating them and bleeding them dry. With the FPA on the case, each coven member is being called in for questioning. During his visit to their headquarters, Reyes meets Evan, his True Match. 

Their attraction is instantaneous, but the danger is still lurking around, keeping Evan on edge. When Reyes is taken, Evan quickly realizes that the prolific killer has a history with his True Match, a history that nobody ever expected. With Reyes’s life on the line, time is running out.


You have to be the best to go to war with the worst.

That’s the motto the agents of the Federal Paranormal Agency live by. They train hard to hunt down those that go rogue, enforcing the laws set down through the ages. They deliver justice to those that break the laws and save the innocent. They are the enforcers of the paranormal world. 

Reed Dolur is a private man. As a white tiger shifter and an agent with the FPA, Reed likes to keep his personal life separate from his professional persona. When he’s off the clock, Reed spends time at Leather Men, a local BDSM club. One night Reed goes out looking for a rough scene and meets a mysterious man. After an intense scene, Reed wakes up alone, his body carrying the marks of his Dom and the scent of his mate hanging in the air. 

Graham Bingham was an FPA agent, living and working in Los Angeles, California. When dead men start turning up around the city, Graham soon realizes that he’s tied to each of the victims. Their bodies bear his marks, but he’s not responsible. Someone is mimicking him, killing innocent men, and pointing the evidence in his direction. To keep the other agents on his team safe, Graham leaves his badge and life behind. When he meets his mate, Graham runs in the opposite direction. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to protect Reed, not with a killer stalking him.

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The Federal Paranormal Agency Collection, Volume 2 (MM)

Federal Paranormal Agency

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

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Word Count: 64,520
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Evan Vexen ended the call with the leader of the FPA, Abram Jackman, and dropped his cellphone onto the table. It was a relief that the team had found Viktor Payne before the human could hurt any other paranormals. The chemist was far more dangerous than anyone had thought. He may have been human, but he was an evil genius, intent on unleashing a poisonous toxin that had the capacity to kill. The only person to be harmed in the end was Ranger Caber, Abram’s mate, but Evan was sure the wolf shifter would heal completely.

Now that Viktor Payne was out of the picture, Evan needed to focus back on his own case. Vampires were being killed and their bodies being dumped around the city.

The first body was found by the West Harlem Piers, bled dry. Soon after, three other bodies had been found. The only difference between the first victim and the others were that the amount of violence was increasing. The vampires were badly beaten which led Evan to believe that the perpetrator had to be a paranormal strong enough to not only hunt down the vampires, but to also kill them. In Evan’s opinion, a human couldn’t be responsible.

Evan didn’t have any leads, but he hoped that would change soon. He had a meeting with Garrett Egilson, one of the new coven leaders in the area. The vampire owed them after taking part in Ranger’s abduction. And since the man was in charge of a large coven, Evan was sure he knew something, especially since the dead vampires were members of his coven.

Checking the clock on the wall, Evan stood. He grabbed his cell phone and keys off the table and strode toward the elevator. Evan pressed the call button and the doors slid open. Stepping inside, Evan pushed the button for the underground parking garage. The doors closed and the metal box fell rapidly. He stood in the center of the elevator and closed his eyes. The sharp drop always brought a smile to his face. When the elevator came to a sudden halt, the doors opened, and he stepped out.

Evan clicked the unlock button on his key, and the red lights on the rear of his Porsche Cayenne SUV flashed bright within the dim cement garage. Climbing into his vehicle, Evan started the engine, and reversed. He put his SUV in drive and headed out in the busy streets of New York.

He drove toward the vampire coven located on Central Park West. It was only about eight miles away from their building on Leonard Street, but with the traffic, it would take nearly twenty-five minutes. Most people would go crazy driving in New York City traffic, but it didn’t bother Evan. The hustle and bustle of the city always helped to remind him of why he became an agent. He was protecting not only his own people, the paranormals, but humans as well. It was a responsibility he’d accepted long ago.

As he drew closer to Central Park West, the architecture changed. The new modern buildings gave way to buildings that dated back to the late 19th century. The majority of the older buildings had a neo-Italian Renaissance style, beautiful and classic. Being in this area took Evan back to a simpler time and made him yearn for the life he had long ago.

Evan slowed when he neared the coven.

The building was old and beautiful, made of brick and slate, with a giant wrought iron gate surrounding the entire property. It looked gothic with its French Renaissance design dating back to sometime in the eighteen hundreds. Mounted cameras and high-tech gadgets watched as Evan approached from every angle. He slowly eased his vehicle into the driveway. Evan only waited a moment, before the gates automatically swung open. He drove in, pulling around the round stone driveway.

He could feel magic in the air. It shimmered like a bubble in the sunlight, which meant that there was a protective ward.

The old building loomed above him—round towers tapering off into sharp points, stone arches with intricately carved designs, and blacked-out windows.

Parking right outside the main entrance, Evan strode toward the heavy front doors. He didn’t even need to knock. A fledgling vampire opened the door.

“May I take your coat?”

“No thanks.” Evan shook his head as he stepped into the entryway.

He wasn’t handing his black leather trench coat over to anyone. There were too many weapons strapped to his body.

The interior was as impressive as the mansion’s exterior. Marble tile stretched across the floor, crystal chandeliers glittered above, velvet crimson curtains, and expensive art pieces covered the walls.

The door closed behind him and the young man came to stand beside Evan. “If you’ll just follow me, I’ll escort you to the coven master.”




Evan shut off the bathroom light and closed the blinds, blocking out the city lights below, before climbing into bed beside Reyes. He moved in close, connecting their bodies, his chest pressing against Reyes’s back. Reyes let out a delightful little sigh and pushed his hips backward, thrusting his ass against Evan’s rapidly growing erection.

He grabbed hold of Reyes’s hip, stopping his movements. “Go to sleep, love.”

“I need you.” His voice was breathless as he continued to move his hips, silently begging Evan to take him.

There was no way he could deny his True Match especially since he wanted the same thing. Evan wanted to sink his cock and his teeth into Reyes simultaneously. He wanted to mark and claim the man all over again. He needed to feel the connection.

Rolling over, Evan stretched out his arm and pulled open the drawer on the side table. He grabbed the bottle of lube before rolling over once again. Flipping open the lid, Evan coated his fingers with the slick substance.

Evan slid his right arm underneath Reyes’s neck, cradling his head. He kept their bodies close together, needing to feel Reyes. Evan ran his lubed fingers down the crease of Reyes’s ass. He pressed one lubed finger against Reyes’s hole, massaging the lube around the man’s tight puckered hole. Reyes moaned, his hips jerking back. Evan slowly pushed his finger into Reyes, sliding his digit passed the tight ring of muscle. Evan paused once his finger was buried inside his True Match. Once Reyes relaxed his muscles, Evan moved his hand, pumping the digit in and out.

“Ah…” Reyes lifted his hand, wrapping it around Evan’s neck. He shoved his fingers into Evan’s hair and pulled on the strands. “More. Give me more.” He pushed his ass back, swiveling his hips.

Evan inserted a second, then a third finger, scissoring his digits and stretching Reyes. Evan watched his fingers slid in and out of Reyes’s ass. It was a beautiful sight. Reyes moaned, deep in his throat. He moved his hips back, sinking his ass onto Evan’s fingers, fucking himself harder and faster.

“I need…I need…” He panted.

Evan pulled his fingers free. He lined his cock up, the spongy mushroomed head kissing Reyes’s hole. Evan could feel Reyes’s muscles clench in anticipation and he paused for a moment, building the desire to a fever pitch. He scraped his teeth against Evan’s shoulder and the man shivered, his body jerking.

“Fuck me!”

Evan slowly sank his cock into Reyes’s ass while sinking his teeth into the flesh of Reyes’s shoulder. They both groaned. Evan swallowed a mouthful of his True Match’s blood, burying his length deep inside of Reyes’s body. The feeling was indescribable. Absolute perfection. Reyes’s ass squeezed his cock, his inner muscles tightening around Evan’s shaft. He licked the bite mark, closing the wound.

“You feel so good.” Evan slowly drove his cock into Reyes’s ass. He wrapped his arms around his True Match, pumping his hips in a gentle rhythm. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Reyes ran his blunt nails against Evan’s hip. When Evan picked up his pace, Reyes tossed his head back against Evan’s shoulder and moaned in pleasure. “Ah…ah…ah…” Sexy little sounds spilled from Reyes’s lips.

Evan picked up his pace, moving faster, fucking Reyes harder, until he was practically breathless. He held Reyes close, their bodies connected as he swiveled his hips, drilling his cock into Reyes’s ass.




It took all of Reed’s strength to attend the mandatory meeting at FPA headquarters. He rubbed his chest, wishing the damn ache would go away, as he walked down the hallway.

When he woke up, Reed looked around the club for Graham, but the man was nowhere to be found, so he dragged his ass home. Reed took a shower and stared at himself in the mirror, inspecting all the marks on his body, until they slowly started to fade. Graham had marked him good, allowing Reed to relive their time together in the playroom. Even though he loved the way his body ached from Graham’s rough use, he was disappointed that his mate had left without claiming him. My mate.

He was still having a hard time wrapping his mind around everything that had happened. He was drawn to the man, even without scenting him. It was almost as if his body recognized Graham, even if his mind didn’t. Why wasn’t I able to scent him? I should’ve known that he was my mate. There were so many unanswered questions and instead of going back to Leather Men in the light of day to find Graham, Reed was stuck at a mandatory meeting. He was planning on going back. As soon as he was dismissed from this meeting, Reed was going to find Graham. It was his new mission.

Reed strode into the conference room and took a seat at the round table. He looked around, making eye contact with each agent, and nodded in greeting. He wasn’t in the mood to chat.

“Good morning,” Abram said, as he strode into the conference room, followed by a young man Reed didn’t recognize.

On any other day, Reed might’ve been curious, but today he couldn’t care less. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Graham. Who was he? Why did he leave Reed all alone? Did he know that they were mates?

“This is Toby Winters.” Abram introduced the young man and Reed snapped back to the present. Toby had coppery hair and blue eyes, and on closer inspection, Reed realized that the man was a fox shifter. “He’s joining the team.”

The announcement was a surprise. There was normally a process that each man needed to go through to be accepted. Toby didn’t look old enough to have much experience.

“London has decided to stay in Los Angeles indefinitely. Toby is from their office and volunteered to transfer to New York.”

Reed had never had the pleasure of working with London. He wasn’t exactly disappointed that she was leaving, not after all the drama she caused with the other agents.

“Take a seat, Toby,” Abram said and the young man pulled out one of the empty chairs around the table. “You can meet the team after our meeting.” There was a short pause before Abram nodded toward Axel. “If you’re ready…”

“Yes, sir.” Axel stood.

He pressed a few buttons on a hand held remote and a large screen lowered. Gruesome images appeared, littering the screen. Reed’s eyes zeroed in on a few familiar marks—bruised wrists and ankles where leather cuffs were tightly wrapped around the limbs, perfectly straight red stripes running along each of the victims’ buttocks and thighs, and deep claw marks torn into the skin.

“There are some disturbing pictures and videos popping up all over the Internet,” Axel continued. “So far, I’ve been able to locate fourteen videos, and I have little doubts that there will be more.” He clicked the remote and a bunch of mini-screens popped up, each showing a different victim in each. “He tortures the men, playing out some sort of extreme BDSM fantasy, before killing them and watching them die.”

BDSM fantasy. Reed’s mind swirled and his heart hammered frantically in his chest. As much as Reed wanted to freak out at the similarities between his night at the Leather Men club and these victims, he kept his mouth tightly sealed. Putting his emotions in check, Reed hid his scent so that the other agents wouldn’t know what he was truly feeling.

Graham. Was his mate involved in this? Was that why the man abandoned him inside the private playroom? Taking a deep breath, Reed slowly blew it out as he leaned back in his chair, trying to appear relaxed. Keep it together.

“What makes you think this killer is paranormal?” Shaw asked.

“The killer leaves the same marks on each victim.” Axel zoomed in, showing the claw marks, four perfectly even lines, tearing the skin.

Reed shrank down in his chair, wrapped his arms around his stomach. He covered the marks on his side, trying to hide the fact that he could’ve been one of the victims. His ears started ringing, and the voices dulled, seeming as if they were far away.




Graham pulled Reed up, connecting their chests and holding Reed close. He dipped his head and connected their lips, gently coaxing his mouth open. Their tongues swirled and danced together. It was new, yet familiar. It felt right. Disconnecting their lips, Graham turned Reed around, pressing his chest against Reed’s back and his mate leaned his head back against Graham’s shoulder. He moved his hands around Reed’s waist, running them up and down his chest and flat abdomen.

“Oh…oh…feels so good…” Reed moaned.

He cupped Reed’s balls with one hand, fondling and playing with the heavy weights.

“Do you want to come, baby?” he whispered, nibbling Reed’s earlobe.

“I want you inside me.”

Graham took Reed’s hands in his own. He leaned forward, placing Reed on his hands and knees. With their fingers intertwined, Graham moved his hips. His erection slid between Reed’s ass cheeks and he kept moving, teasing Reed while ramping up the man’s arousal.

His teeth lengthened as the lion within woke up and stretched. The desire to mark his mate was strong. Both the human and beast needed to claim Reed so that other paranormals would know that he belonged to Graham. He leaned back and ran the sharp points along Reed’s shoulder, gently biting down, but not breaking the skin. Sexy little sounds spilled out of Reed’s mouth. He moaned and groaned, his entire body shuddering, as Graham gnawed on his flesh.


Graham knew he was driving Reed crazy. The scent of his arousal surrounded Graham like a thick cloud.

“Don’t move.” Graham leaned back.

He ran his fingers up Reed’s arms and scratched his nails along the man’s sides. Graham licked, kissed, and nibbled his way down Reed’s back. When he reached Reed’s beautiful bubble butt, Graham sank his teeth into the meaty flesh. Reed cried out, yelling Graham’s name, and he grinned.

Spreading Reed’s ass cheeks with his hands, Graham opened his mouth and spit on a spot just above Reed’s hole. He watched as his saliva ran over Reed’s tight rosette. Graham pushed his face into the crease of Reed’s ass. He ran his tongue over Reed’s hole, coating it with a thick coat of saliva. Reed’s muscles flexed, his tight hole fluttering as he moved his hips, silently begging for more. Once his ass was well lubricated, Graham leaned back and blew.

“Oh god…” Goose bumps broke out on Reed’s flesh and he shuddered.

Graham kneaded Reed’s ass cheeks. With his tongue, he circled Reed’s hole, drawing shapes. He alternated speeds, adding more stimulation. When Reed was moving his hips, nonsensical words poured from his lips, Graham knew Reed was ready for more. He put his finger into his mouth, getting it nice and wet before slowly penetrating Reed’s ass. Graham rubbed his scruff against Reed’s ass cheek as he moved his finger in and out of Reed’s ass, stretching him.

“Please…” Reed begged. “I need you…I’m so close…”

“Where’s your lube, baby?” Graham asked, kissing Reed’s ass.

“No.” Reed shook his head. “Make me burn.”

Graham pressed the head of his shaft against Reed’s ass. He applied some pressure and his cock slid past the tight ring of muscle, sinking into his mate’s body. Graham held Reed’s hips in a tight grip, preventing his mate from moving. He was once again close to the edge. Any movement at this moment and he knew he’d come deep inside Reed’s ass. Taking a few deep breaths, Graham was finally able to loosen his hold.

“You’re mine,” he growled.

“Yes…oh, god…yes…” Reed moaned beautifully, accepting Graham’s claim.

Graham pulled his hips backward. He watched his cock pull free before slowly pushing forward, burying his length once more. He started a slow rhythm, building up speed. Each thrust was deeper, harder. Just being inside his mate turned Graham into a wild animal. He couldn’t get enough. With each movement, Graham lost control, moving faster, fucking his mate harder. He was completely lost in the feel of Reed’s body.

“Ah…ah…ah…” Sexy little sounds spilled from Reed’s lips. With each move Graham made, the high-pitched sounds turned to cute little whimpers. “Oh…Graham…oh…”

It spurred Graham on. He ran his hands up Reed’s back, running his sharp nails against his flesh, leaving perfectly straight red lines behind. He loved seeing his marks on Reed’s skin. Reed arched his back, pressing his body backward as if begging for deeper scratches. Graham obliged. His claws lengthened and he slid the sharp points along Reed’s flesh. Blood bubbled out of the open wounds, but the skin quickly knitted back together.

“I need…” Reed panted.

“Come for me, baby.”

Reed shouted, crying out Graham’s name. His muscles tightened and his body jerked. Skin slapped against skin in a beautiful melody, as the smell of sex filled his lungs and his head.

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