The Federal Paranormal Agency, Vol 3 (MM)

Federal Paranormal Agency

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 74,146
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[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Paranormal, 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. 

Ian Nicholson is an owl shifter and an agent with the Federal Paranormal Agency. When a VIP is kidnapped on foreign soil, Ian volunteers for the case. He soon finds out that the kidnap victim is the son of a prominent senator. Now, the clock is ticking. 

Winston Grom has been a humanitarian doctor in Somalia for the past few years. When rebels attack the surrounding area, a battle ensues, and Winston is taken by force. He’s ordered to save rebel lives or forfeit his own. Working hard, without proper medical equipment, Winston does the best he can only to fail in the end. Bloody and broken, Winston waits for death.


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 law and save the innocent. They are the enforcers of the paranormal world.

Toby Winters is a fox shifter and the youngest member of the FPA. Three years ago, when he was only eighteen, Toby went on his first mission. He was supposed to get close to a man named, Duncan Ó Branagáin, a former IRA agent who became a powerful leader in the Irish mob. When they meet, Toby quickly realizes Duncan is his mate. Toby’s loyalties are tested and he must choose between working the case and protecting Duncan.

Duncan Ó Branagáin is a powerful man. He was raised in a dangerous world and took over leadership when his father passed away. Duncan isn’t a saint, but it’s the only life he knows. 

Everything changes when he meets Toby Winters aka Thomas Doyle. The young man turns his world upside down, making Duncan second guess everything he’s ever done.

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The Federal Paranormal Agency, Vol 3 (MM)

Federal Paranormal Agency

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Ian Nicholson settled back against his chair inside the FPA conference room. He didn’t mind the mandatory meetings. It was a legitimate excuse to bring them all together, and Ian liked spending time with the other agents. They were his family. Scanning the room, Ian looked at the other guys. There had been quite a few changes recently—new faces joining their ranks, agents finding their mates and an overwhelming number of violent cases.

“This case is top secret.” Abram started the meeting, placing his hand on top of a manila folder. “I was contacted by Senator Grom. If the name sounds familiar, it should. The senator has always been an advocate for paranormals. He’s asking for our assistance in this case. It involves the kidnapping of a VIP.” Kidnapping? “The victim is Winston Grom, his son. Whoever takes the lead on this case is scheduled to meet with the senator this afternoon.”

“I’ll take it,” Ian volunteered before anyone else said a word.

He wasn’t sure what possessed him to speak up, but something in his gut told him that this particular case would be life changing.

Abram slid the folder across the shiny table, and Ian grabbed it. Confidential was stamped in red across the front. He was tempted to open it, curious to see the details of the case, but decided against it. There would be plenty of time later.

“Travel for this one is required,” Abram told him. “You’ll be going into hostile territory. You’ll need backup. Dylan…Max…I want you both to clear your calendars for the next couple of weeks.”

“Yes, sir,” they said simultaneously.

“Good.” Abram nodded. “You’re excused.”

Ian pushed his chair back and stood. He made a quick exit as Abram continued talking, going through the other assignments.

Holding the manila folder in a tight grip, Ian walked down the hallway with Dylan Aldian and Max Lumeria at his heels.

He knew he was supposed to meet with Senator Grom, but Ian wanted to familiarize himself with the case beforehand. He didn’t want to show up at an important meeting unprepared. This mission was serious. The fact that the victim was considered a VIP was irrelevant. Every case Ian worked mattered, and all the victims were important. When he reached the elevators, Ian pressed the call button.

“Are you heading to the meeting with the senator?” Max asked, stopping beside him.

“Not yet.” Ian shook his head. “I’d like to go over the case first.”

“That’s a good idea,” Dylan said. “Once we know where we’re going, we can start prepping for our trip.”

“Abram mentioned something about hostile territory. Where do you think we’re going?” Max asked.

“There are a lot of places deemed hostile according to the government,” Dylan said. “Unofficial missions happen all the time, all over the world, military personnel trying to eliminate extremist groups and terrorists. If our guy is military or special forces, he could be anywhere. And I’m sure the government is pretending that they don’t know anything, which is why we were called in. We could be heading anywhere—Lebanon, Iraq, Afghanistan, Saudi Arabia, Syria, North Korea, Ukraine…” Dylan went on and on, listing country after country as the three of them stepped into the elevator.

Ian pressed the button leading to their building. A red light flashed as his fingerprint was read. When the light turned blue, the elevator closed. He stood in front of the camera, and a light beam projected from the device, performing a retinal scan. When he passed the security requirements, the elevator started moving rapidly, gliding toward their building parallel with the subway.

The doors opened in the underground parking garage, below their building on Leonard Street. Ian strode across the cement structure toward another bank of elevators that would lead to his home on the forty-seventh floor.

“Do you have any snacks at your place?” Max asked. “I’m hungry.”

“Anything you can find, you can have,” Ian simply said.

“Thanks, man.” Max bumped his shoulder into Ian’s, a big smile on his face.

As soon as they reached Ian’s place, Max stepped in front of him, making his way toward the kitchen. Ian followed behind him. Sitting down at the table, Ian flipped the folder open. He ran his eyes over the report, learning a bit more about the victim. There wasn’t nearly enough information, but he assumed the senator would be providing him with more details.

“Who’s our VIP? Is he special forces?” Max asked as he opened the refrigerator door, searching for food.

“Winston Grom. Thirty-four years old. Doctor. He was working with Doctors Without Borders until they pulled out of Somalia a couple of years ago. He decided to stay behind in Baidoa.”

“Damn,” Dylan breathed out, leaning back in his chair. “Somalia can be extremely dangerous. Quite a few humanitarian groups pulled out of there a few years ago because of violent actions against the volunteers. I heard four people were executed, two were kidnapped, and the list goes on and on. The government doesn’t have control over their people. The man with the biggest gun wins.”




Ian teased Winston relentlessly, driving him closer and closer to climax, only to pull back at the last second. He played with his mate, driving the man crazy. Winston rolled his head side to side, nonsensical words spilling from his lips as he begged and pleaded to come. Ian refused. With one fist tightly wrapped around the base of Winston’s cock, Ian bobbed his head, applying suction.

“Oh God…I’m gonna…”

Pulling his mouth off Winston’s shaft, Ian flipped his mate over onto his hands and knees.

“Stay,” he ordered.

“Please…please fuck me.”

Winston was trembling, his entire body shaking with need.

Grinning, Ian spread Winston’s ass cheeks, and Ian stared down at the tight rosette begging for his attention. He leaned down and pressed his face into the crease of Winston’s ass. Ian lashed Winston’s hole with his tongue, coating the rosette in a thick layer of saliva. Winston’s muscles flexed, and his asshole fluttered.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Winston chanted, swiveling his hips.

Ian tightened his grip, holding Winston in place, refusing to allow Winston any movement. With his tongue, Ian circled Winston’s hole, writing out his name onto his mate’s ass.

I-A-N. I-A-N. I-A-N.

He alternated speeds, adding more stimulation. Ian put a finger into his mouth, getting it nice and wet before slowly penetrating Winston’s ass. Ian moved his digit in and out, stretching him nice and easy before adding another finger.

“Please…” Winston begged. “I need—”

“Lube.” Ian planted a kiss on each of Winston’s cheeks.

He jumped out of bed and started frantically searching for lube. Running to the other room, Ian ripped his duffel bag open, tearing the material to shreds in the process. He found the tube of lubricant among the mess he’d made and flicked the lid open. As he marched back to his mate, Ian coated his shaft.

Winston was in exactly the same position that Ian had left him in. His head pressed against the pillow, ass in the air. Growling in pleasure, Ian climbed back onto the bed. He coated Winston’s hole with the excess lube on his fingers before tossing the bottle to the floor. He ran his hands along Winston’s back, from his shoulders to his waist. Gripping Winston’s hip with his left hand, Ian wrapped his right hand around the base of his shaft. He watched as the head of his cock kissed Winston’s hole. Damn!

Ian applied some pressure, and the head of his cock slid past the tight ring of muscle, slowly sinking into his mate’s body. Ian held Winston’s hips in a tight grip, preventing any movement, even though Winston bucked, trying to push his hips back. When he was buried balls deep inside his mate, Ian paused.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “My mate.”

“Yes…yes…yours.” Winston moaned. “Fuck me!”

Ian looked down at where their bodies were connected. He pulled his hips backward, watching 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. With each drive of his hips, Ian felt his control slipping away. He moved faster, fucking his mate with long, deep strokes.

“Ah…ah…ah…” Winston cried out. “Ian…oh God…Ian…”

The cries of pleasure spurred Ian on. He ran his hands up Winston’s back and grabbed hold of his shoulders. Ian continued to thrust, deeper and deeper, driving his shaft in and out of Winston’s ass. Swiveling his hips, Ian drove his mate toward orgasm. The only sounds that could be heard were their combined breathing and skin slapping against skin.

“I need…” Winston panted. “I’m gonna…”

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

Winston shouted, crying out Ian’s name as his muscles tightened and his body jerked.

Leaning forward, Ian covered Winston’s sweat-slicked back. His teeth lengthened as he ran the sharp points along the fleshy part of Winston’s shoulder.

“Mark me,” he breathed out.

Biting down, Ian sank his teeth into his mate, claiming him. The taste of Winston on his tongue pushed Ian over the edge. His hips jerked forward…twice…before his muscles tensed. He came deep inside of Winston’s body, his spunk filling the man’s hole.

My soul. My mate. My love.

Ian could barely breathe. His heart felt full for the first time in his life, beating in harmony with Winston’s. It felt as though a piece of his soul had broken free and passed along to his mate. The connection he felt toward Winston was intense and indescribable. Licking the wound shut, Ian wrapped his arms around Winston’s waist, holding him in a tight embrace. He didn’t want to leave the warmth of Winston’s body, so instead of pulling away, Ian slowly lowered them both to their sides onto the bed.




Toby Winters strode down the hallway at FPA headquarters in Los Angeles, California. The leader of the West Coast Division, Bruno Fischer, had called him in for a private meeting. Toby’s heart hammered wildly in his chest as anxious energy churned in his gut. This was his first official meeting with Bruno. He’d only just become a member of the FPA.

After years of training with the very best, Toby had finally earned a badge and gun. He might be young, only eighteen, but he was now part of the team. A team he’d wanted to join since he was only a kid.

When he reached Bruno’s closed office door, Toby paused, taking a minute to get his emotions under control. He didn’t want the leader of the FPA to know that he was nervous. Taking a few calming breaths, Toby lifted his hand, rapping his knuckles against the door.

“Enter,” Bruno’s deep, booming voice called out.

Grasping the handle, Toby took one more deep breath before opening the door. As he stepped inside the plush office, Toby spotted three other men, all of them wearing dark suits. From their scent, Toby knew they were human, which piqued his interest. Keeping his composure, Toby shut the door behind him. 

“Thank you for joining us, Agent Winters.”

“Yes, sir.” Toby stood at attention, waiting.

“I’d like to introduce you to Griffeth Moor, Interpol, Conall Lìos, Scotland Yard, and Lionel Palmer, FBI.”

“Gentlemen,” Toby nodded.

“This is our youngest agent,” Bruno said. “Is he what you’re looking for?”

Three sets of eyes turned toward Toby, staring at him, inspecting him as if he were a bug under a microscope. Toby kept his composure, refusing to even flinch.

“He’s perfect,” Griffeth Moor said, the tone of his voice giving away the fact that he was British.

“Duncan Ó Branagáin is going to love him,” Conall Lìos agreed, a thick Scottish accent rolling over each word as he spoke.

“We’ve done recon on Duncan, including a background on all of his romantic relationships.” Lionel Palmer grinned, nodding. “He fits the bill, perfectly.”

“I’m sorry.” Toby relaxed his stance. “I don’t understand. Who’s Duncan Ó Branagáin?” he asked, looking at each of the agents.

“Our agencies have been working together for many years, building a case against Duncan Ó Branagáin,” Conall started, stepping forward, away from the other two men. “He’s a breakaway agent, formerly IRA, and one of the leaders of the Irish mob. It’s next to impossible to get an agent close to him. Each time we’ve tried, the agent ends up dead within a matter of days.”

“We can’t afford to send any more human officers into his path,” Griffeth added. “We need a well-trained agent, someone who can take care themselves because we won’t be able to provide any sort of backup. If you decide to accept this mission, you’ll be going to Northern Ireland as a student and you’ll have to face him alone.”

“Do you think you’ll be able to handle that?” Lionel asked, raising a questioning brow.

“Yes, sir,” Toby answered, without giving it much thought.

“This will be your first solo mission,” Bruno interjected. “If you have any doubts whatsoever, you need to speak up now.”

“I’ve been training to be an agent for years. This might be my first official mission, but it’s not the first time I’ve been in the field.”

Bruno shared a look with the other agents, a silent message passing between them before the FPA leader nodded.

“You’re no longer Toby Winters. Your name is Thomas Doyle,” Griffeth said. “You’re a college student, taking some time off to travel abroad. We’ll supply you with new documentation. You’ll be given a folder with personal information and places that Duncan frequents. Memorize it. You’ll also receive a passport, cash, and airline tickets, along with an untraceable cell phone. Your trip will appear unplanned and spontaneous to anyone that starts digging around. There’s a good possibility that Duncan’s people will do a background check on you. They won’t find anything out of the ordinary.”

“Pack a backpack with only a couple pairs of jeans, a few T-shirts, and a light jacket. Duncan likes to take care of his lovers. He’ll want to rescue you. Let him,” Conall explained.

“You are gay, right?” Griffeth cleared his throat. “I’m not trying to offend you or insinuate that you need to do anything sexual with Duncan, but it would help.”

After a moment of silence, Toby said, “I’m not offended.”

Bruno cursed. “He’s an agent, not a damn prostitute.”




Duncan knew that Thomas was nervous. He was practically vibrating with tension. He took a few minutes to calm the young man by massaging Thomas’s back and shoulders until his muscles relaxed. He moved his hands down to Thomas’s ass, kneading the meaty flesh. Duncan spread Thomas’s ass cheeks. Leaning down, he opened his mouth and spit on a spot just above Thomas’s hole. He watched his saliva run over Thomas’s tight rosette before leaning forward and pressing his face into the crease of Thomas’s ass. He licked Thomas’s hole, running the appendage back and forth, coating the little pink rosette in a thick coat of saliva.

Thomas jerked, his entire body shuddering.

He circled Thomas’s hole, flicking out his tongue. Duncan alternated speeds, and Thomas went wild, pumping his hips.

“Oh, God…that’s fucking amazing. Keep doing that.”

“This?” Duncan pushed his tongue into Thomas’s hole, fucking him with it.

Thomas shouted. “Ah…ah…ah…”

He changed his pace, adding stimulation. Duncan was desperate to make everything perfect for his young lover’s first experience. When Thomas started chanting his name, Duncan knew Thomas was ready for more. He grabbed the bottle of lube he’d snatched from the bedside table before climbing onto the bed and flicked the lid open. Pouring a large dollop onto his fingers, Duncan covered his digits in a thick coat of the slippery substance before slowly penetrating Thomas’s ass with one digit. With his free hand, Duncan massaged the man’s hip while watching his finger disappear.

“You’re so beautiful, love.”

“Th-thank you.”

“Relax, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

Duncan added a second finger. He watched his digit disappear with the first and his cock hardened, pre-cum dribbling from the head of his shaft. Thomas moaned, moving his hips, countering Duncan’s movements, as he impaled his ass on Duncan’s fingers. Duncan watched Thomas, completely transfixed as the other man writhed. Turning his fingers, Duncan tickled Thomas’s prostate gland.

“Fuck!” Thomas jerked.

Duncan chuckled lightly. He moved his digit, in and out of Thomas’s ass, stretching him. After a couple of minutes, he added a third finger, slowly scissoring the digits.

“I’m ready,” Thomas told him.

“Almost.” Duncan grabbed the bottle of lube, adding more of the slick substance to his fingers.

“Please,” he whimpered.

Kissing each of Thomas’s cheeks, Duncan pulled his fingers free. Duncan flipped him over. He wanted their first time together to be face to face. He leaned over and grabbed a condom. Ripping open the wrapper with his teeth, Duncan smoothed the latex over his achingly hard shaft.

“Do you have to wear one?”

“What?” Duncan wasn’t sure if he’d heard correctly.

“It’s just that…” Thomas’s brows drew together. “I mean it’s my first time…and…uh…”

“You don’t want me to wear a condom?”


“I always wear protection, love. It’s safer for both of us.”

“But”—he pushed his lower lip out, clearly disappointed with Duncan’s decision—“I want to feel you. When you come, I want to feel you inside me. You’re supposed to mark me.”

Duncan groaned. Jesus. He’d never been tempted to pull a condom off before. Thomas’s sweet request was overwhelming, but he needed to think with his brain, not his dick.


That little plea changed his mind. Pulling the latex off, Duncan tossed the condom to the floor. When he turned back to Thomas, he wore a triumphant smile.

“The only reason I’m agreeing to go without a condom is because you’re a virgin and I get tested regularly. In the future, you need to make sure all your partners wear protection.”

“I’ll only ever want you.”

Thomas’s words ripped his heart wide open. Planting a hand on each side of Thomas’s head, he leaned down and pressed their lips together. Thomas parted his lips, eagerly welcoming Duncan’s tongue into his mouth. Their tongues moved together, swirling and dancing. Hooking his arms under Thomas’s knees, Duncan pushed his legs up toward his shoulders.

“Hold your legs up for me, baby.”

Thomas grabbed hold of his knees, pulling his legs close to his chest, exposing his ass.

Duncan grabbed the lube, slicking up his cock. He held the base of his shaft and lined up the head with Thomas’s virgin hole. Duncan slowly eased his way past the tight ring of muscle. He took his time, gently thrusting forward until he was buried deep within Thomas’s body. Duncan stopped then, waiting for Thomas to relax and accept him fully.

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