The Fueled by Lust Collection, Volume 2 (MF)

Fueled by Lust

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 192,112
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[Siren Classic: Erotic Romance, Sci-Fi, Suspense, May-December, with M/M not including the heroes, MF, HEA]

Fueled by Lust: Caelius

Caelius Meron strips at Heat Seekers Male Revue just so he can find his mate. So imagine his shock when he finds her in a cooking class he was forced to attend. So what’s the problem? There’s twenty-two of them according to Rhia Brennan. Undaunted by her claim that he’s too young, Caelius battles every roadblock she places. But what if one may be too difficult to ignore?

Kallon Aceso knows exactly who should own his heart, but Ulixes Dionysus doesn’t appear to want it. But is it really something else buried so deep that it may keep them apart forever?

Travel with these two Insedi as they both chase their hearts' desire, only to be thwarted by misconceptions and mistakes from the past. Can they scale these insurmountable walls, or will they have to walk away and forever mourn what they could never have?

Book 5 in the Fueled By Lust Series brings back the sexy males that make your legs tremble just by saying your name.

Fueled by Lust: Maxim

A simple turn of your head can change your life forever. That’s what Maxim Telarius will soon realize when he spots a female cracking up passengers at an airport counter. What he didn't expect was to find his potential mate when the counter comedian inevitably trips over a suitcase and practically lands in his lap. One innocent touch and he’s fighting through a powerful mating surge and begging her not to leave. One blink and she could be lost to him forever.

Skylar Grey is fleeing for her life with a mysterious object stuffed in her purse and no idea where’s she heading. When she spots a gorgeous hunk she just dreamed about, what’s a girl to do? Watching the guy twist on the floor in agony wasn't what she envisioned. Should she run, or stay to help someone that seems extremely important to her survival?

Book 6 in the Fueled By Lust Series doesn’t disappoint on the erotic, set your hair on fire expectations of the Insedi male.

The Fueled by Lust Collection, Volume 2 (MF)
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The Fueled by Lust Collection, Volume 2 (MF)

Fueled by Lust

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Word Count: 192,112
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Fueled by Lust: Caelius


“No, gods damn it! I will not go away. Look at me!”

Caelius took a deep breath and wondered how long it would take before Cato flipped around and punched him in the gut. He was ready for it. This was too important to give up now. He kept his eyes steady and refused to budge when Cato’s chair squealed in agony as he twisted around and leaned forward. The white-knuckled grip on the armrests spoke of his valiant effort to keep from lunging from the seat. Two deep furrows marred his brow, and Caelius wasn’t surprised at the thunderously evil voice that issued from his twisted lips.

“You’re skating dangerously close to pissing me the fuck off.”

Clearing his throat, Caelius steeled himself. The Insedi staring at him with baleful eyes was not the same one he had spoken to at the club two weeks earlier. This one was severely tormented. He was unshaven, and his clothes were wrinkled. He looked like he had been wearing them for days. This whole scenario felt bad on so many levels. There was no time to waste. The male looked ready to blow at any minute. If he was going to get hurt, he had no plans on limping away empty-handed. He deepened his voice to stress his purpose.

“I can see you are very busy, but I really need the slang language information, Cato. The sooner you hand it over, the faster I will be out of this room. You told me to come by, and now I am here. Did you lie when you said that you would share it?” He readied himself for the attack and was surprised that Cato simply leaned back, narrowed his eyes, and grunted.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Caelius felt his eyes widen at the odd question.

“I am Caelius. Are you in need of medical assistance, Cato?” The laugh that came out of the Seeker’s mouth was not one to be associated with mirth. It sounded downright demonic.

“You really do need the damn thing, don’t you?”

Caelius felt his face flush, and it pissed him off. The question may have had the words to reflect understanding of his need, but the way it was spoken brought the image of his encounter with a complete stranger outside of class slamming to the front of his brain. He could not hold his tongue, or the anger traveling with his words.

“Fuck you, Cato. I know that you meant that in a derogatory manner, but I am not sure how. This is the exact reason I am here. I was spoken to in that same condescending manner today. I heard a human male refer to a female classmate as a ‘MILF,’ and I thought it to be offensive. I readily defended her honor. A kind man had to explain that it meant ‘Mothers I’d Like to Fuck.’ I now know that a human male considers this a compliment. I still think it to be disparaging, yet I would like to have known the common meaning before I made a fool of myself. Now give me the gods damn information so I can finally get the fuck on with my life!”

Cato surprised him by grunting and swiveling back around to face the bank of monitors he had been staring at moments ago. He barely heard the gravelly response shot over a hunched shoulder.

“Well, at least you’re growing some balls, finally. Come back tomorrow. My Occasio is missing. She cleared her bank account, and I have no gods damn idea which way she headed. I don’t have time to listen to your shit right now.”

Caelius felt heat flash up his spine and clenched his fists to keep from yanking Cato from his chair. Leaning forward he hissed his discontent against the Seeker’s earring-studded lobe.

“Well, at least you know who the fuck your mate is! I am still looking for a ghost!”

Expecting a head butt to the nose, Caelius stepped back as Cato’s head slumped forward and his fingers ceased pounding on the keyboard. Instead, his back expanded and retracted before a frustrated sigh filled the room.

Cato shoved his boots hard against the floor and slid sideways to a set of cabinets. He yanked open a drawer and snatched something from within. Caelius hoped he didn’t swing around with a short blade clenched in his fist. Rolling back to the monitors, his unrecognizable friend attached a small cord to the side of what looked like a handheld computer, pounded on the keyboard a few times, and then tapped his fingers impatiently on the desktop. When a soft chime sounded, he jerked the wire out and whirled around. Caelius grunted when the small computer was slammed up against his gut.

“Here, gods damn it. Tap the blue menu button on the front screen, and you’ll find everything you need to know. I swear. If you ask me anything else I won’t be responsible for my actions. Now for the love of Dii, leave me the hell alone.”

Caelius snatched the equipment from his hand and stomped toward the door. “Fine. Thanks!” Hesitating, he allowed his shoulders to drop a few notches and sucked in a hard breath. He hated leaving things this way between them. He admired this worthy male too much to leave with animosity clinging this thickly to his skin. Without looking back, he said what he really felt.

“I am sorry that you have lost your potential mate, Cato. I wish you the best of luck in finding her soon. Be of ease, warrior.” He straightened his spine, strode quickly through the front room, pushed through the glass panel, and walked quickly to the cab waiting for him at the curb. He never heard the soft “Forgive me, amici” trapped on the other side of the door.




Caelius lifted his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Tossing it to the floor, he sat on the chair next to the bed and quickly removed his boots and socks. The belt buckle clinked and rattled as he pulled it from his pants and dropped it to the floor. Standing, he flipped the button, unzipped, and let the jeans hang on his hips. He’d been in the club long enough to know that this particular view seemed to drive the women insane. He hoped it would do the same for her. Caelius motioned for her to come closer.

“Touch me, Rhia. I want to feel your hands on my body. Come to me.”

She approached, stood within inches of him, and looked up into his eyes. He knew he could easily drown in those gray pools. Her words were almost reverent and surprised him.

“Would you let me take your hair out of the braid first? I’ve wanted to touch it since I saw you on the stage.”

Without comment, Caelius turned and presented his braid to her. She had no idea what the gesture meant on his world. A mate would signify her extreme pleasure at viewing her lover’s body by releasing the bound hair. His legs shook from the powerful message she was unknowingly presenting to him. He locked his knees at the first tug on the leather bind. Her words were as delicate as the hands working the tresses loose.

“Geez, Caelius. It’s softer than I imagined. I’m jealous.” Both hands unceremoniously slid down the length of his back and he sucked in a breath. He prayed his shy Rhia was a thing of the past. Too soon, the warm digits drifted away. Her voice came shaky and low. “Turn around.”

When he faced her, he was overcome by the hooded sensual eyes studying his features while she drew his hair forward. It fell against his chest and she stroked the long strands as her scent swirled tantalizingly close to his nose.

“You’re so beautiful, Caelius. The candlelight enhances your golden skin and makes your muscles stand out. You’re perfect.” She placed her hands on each hip just above his waistband, leaned in, and licked his right nipple. She blew softly across it and then licked it again.

Head dropping back, he moaned to the ceiling when she did the same to the left side. His cock kicked hard when she sucked his small nipple ring into her mouth, flicked it several times with her tongue, and then blew cool air over the tightened bud.

“Umm, yes. I love it when you do that, sweetness. They react swiftly to your touch.”

He’d always been sensitive there and her hot breath combined with her warm tongue lifted his balls and threatened to release his seed before he’d even begun. She was going to be the death of him. He prayed to Dii that his intense study on the art of lovemaking would do right by her.

Stepping back to save his sanity, Caelius bent down and snagged the bottom of her T-shirt. He paused and looked up when she instinctively clamped her arms against her sides.

“I want to see you, sweetness. Let me undress you. I cannot wait another moment.” She nodded, but he could see the trepidation in her eyes.

“Don’t worry, Rhia. I find you beyond stunning.”

“You haven’t gotten the clothes off yet.”

Chuckling, he slipped the shirt from her body. “I intend to remedy that very quickly. Oh, sweet Rhia. You’re beautiful. Look at your breasts. They’re so full and round. Release the bra. I want to touch them.”

He was happy when she quickly complied. As she toed off her sneakers and bent to remove her socks, those luscious mounds swayed and jiggled. He’d not thought it possible for his dick to get any harder. He moaned his approval as her small, pink nipples hardened into tight, tempting buds.

Unable to control himself, he clasped her upper arms, dipped slightly, and smashed her up against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her from the floor, crushed his face against hair as soft as silk, and spoke huskily into her ear.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel your breasts against my skin. They’re just as I imagined, but better.” He felt her shiver in his embrace. Releasing her, he dropped to his knees and started pulling at the button to her jeans. Quickly, he had the pants down around her ankles. She complied with the light tap against her calf and elevated each foot as he moved the material aside.

Grasping onto the sides of her firm, plush thighs, Caelius buried his nose into the V of her legs and inhaled her glorious scent through the red lace thong. He felt her hands running through his hair. Unable to bear another moment of hidden flesh, he caught the upper edges of the material, slid it down her long legs, and tossed it aside. A thin strip of fine, brown hair ran down from the top of her mound to just above the delicate slit. A gentle caress against her skin let him know the rest of the flesh was smooth and bare. His voice was thick with emotion as he spoke his thoughts.

Isto perfectio, mea bellula femina.”

“Oh god, Caelius,” she panted. “You sound so fucking sexy. What did you just say to me?”


Fueled by Lust: Maxim


Maxim groaned upon hearing the flight delay announcement and slumped back in the uncomfortable plastic chair he’d been parked in for the last hour. Great, just what I neededLet’s see how much more fucked up this trip can get.

Severe turbulence coming into Los Angeles had left his stomach in an uproar, and hunting down Richard Jimenez had been a chore. That male was a whirlwind of activity. If he hadn’t been in a meeting, he was out scouting new venues for his increasingly popular male revue group. When he did finally find him two days later, it was a dead end. Caelius had performed as scheduled, yet he was unable to accept their invitation of another appearance. He had no idea where he was. Maxim had been tempted to take Jimenez up on the offer of a guest spot at their next show, but figured he better get his butt home.

Peering out the wide glass window separating him from the plane he should be on right now, Maxim cringed when he saw shadowed bodies scurrying around the belly of the beast. Flashlights were swinging beams of light all over the ground and back to the underside of the wings. Fuck, did something fall off?

Shuddering, he hunkered back down in the seat and decided he might need to take an alternate way home. Through the night sky in a hurtling metal tube that may, or may not, drop pieces off while thirty thousand feet in the air didn’t seem like something he could stomach at the moment. He turned back just in time to see the guy sitting across from him coming to the same conclusion. They both grimaced and looked over to the customer service area. People were packed shoulder to shoulder and trying to jockey for position.Screw that. He’d just wait it out and get a refund.

Maxim sent out a mind-call to Cato and got nothing. The brother was locked down tight. Similar calls to Kallon, Petrus, Severus, and Drusus resulted in a complete black out. What in the hell? He was just about to try Nikos and Chiron when a round of raucous laughter drew his attention back to the customer service area. He couldn’t hear what was being said, but someone was obviously cracking up the airline staff behind the counter. Soon, the long line of people were craning their necks and trying to get a peek at whatever had everyone’s attention. Gradually, small smiles were lifting their lips.

Intrigued, Maxim leaned forward and finally got a brief glimpse of a woman standing at the counter. Her hands were flying around in the air and the golden-brown spiral curls that fell all the way to her waist were swaying and bouncing across her back. She wore a blue patterned broom skirt that fell to her ankles and a white, spaghetti-strap tank top. A tattoo of a three-phased moon graced her left shoulder blade. Her feet were clad in pretty, tan sandals, and he caught a glimpse of a glittering ankle bracelet before the crowd swallowed her up again.

Leaning back, he slipped his phone out of his pocket, dialed Cato, and got no answer. Kallon’s rang, but went immediately to voice mail. Well, hell. I guess everyone got invited to the party except me. Scrolling through the numbers, he selected Petrus’s and made it to the third ring before the phone drifted away from his ear. He was stunned.

The counter comedian was now gliding effortlessly through the parting crowd. She appeared to float along on a cloud. If her feet were truly hovering above the ground, he failed to notice. His eyes were riveted on the most stunning face he’d ever encountered. She was breathtakingly beautiful. It was her eyes more than anything else. They were as pale blue as a robin’s egg and circled with thick, dark lashes.

Maxim couldn’t tear his gaze away. She’d stopped on the edge of the crowd and was asking a couple if they knew how to get to the bus terminal. Her voice was melodic and ethereal. She thanked them and turned his way. Realizing he was staring at her like an idiot, Maxim turned to the guy sitting across from him. Shit. Had his face worn that same ridiculous expression of adoration?

Unable to help himself, he glanced back to her and was shocked to see she was now staring at him. Her eyes were wide and her lips were parted as if she was surprised. The closer she drew to him, the higher her brows rose. He felt his stomach clench when she spoke. Tingles shot up his spine and he shivered.


Frowning, Maxim glanced to the right. He was the only “you” sitting on this side of the row of connected chairs. When he turned back to her, he watched her mouth open in surprise as her foot caught the edge of a suitcase sticking out in the aisle. She lost her footing, and he leapt from his chair. Without thought, Maxim reached out to stop the inevitable plunge to the ground. The moment she clutched his arm, their eyes locked. He rolled to the side to give her something else to land on beside the hard tiles.

Back slamming onto the floor, Maxim felt the air rush from his lungs. Her generous breasts pressed heavily against his chest before she rolled away. An intense electrical surge rushed through his system and bent his spine to the point he thought it would snap in two. Agony and bliss warred with each other to determine which one would finally kill him. He heard shouts, but they sounded muted and far away. His mind tried to reason why someone was stabbing the hollow of his throat, yet running a soothing palm across his forehead at the same time.

Feeling a hard tug on his hand, Maxim freed whatever he’d been grasping. Gritting his teeth, he fought to stay lucid as whatever was destroying him decided to finish it or go away. Something snatched his other hand, and he latched on as if it was the tenuous thread to continued breathing. He opened his eyes and everything made sense.




Their bodies crashed together in the middle of the room. He didn’t even remember throwing his bag to the side. All he knew, or cared about, was the feel of her sweet mouth opening for him, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her fingers frantically unraveling his braid. He couldn’t stop the deep growl of approval rumbling through his chest or his equally haphazard attempt at releasing her flowing locks.

Maxim pulled his head back just long enough to gasp for air and lift her shirt over her head. He drank in the sight of her black lace bra lovingly cupping her luscious mounds until his shirt blocked the view as she yanked it up and practically tore it from his body. Her palms landed heavily on his pecs and she looked up to him.

“Damn, Maxim. You’re exactly like my vision, except better. If you have a black loin cloth on under those jeans, I’m going to faint.”

Plopping on the bed, he shucked his boots and socks then leapt back up. He unbuckled his belt and quickly slid the zipper down. He didn’t give a shit that his voice sounded like a barbaric maniac. He was close to having his skin next to hers and he couldn’t wait a moment longer.

“I have one back home, but there’s not a damn thing under here to get in my way.” He shoved his jeans off and kicked them to the side. He knew his cock was bobbing up and down in anticipation and he watched her eyes gradually widen as she took in the sight. Her lips parted, and her words rushed out on a hard breath.

“Oh, shit.”

He grabbed the middle and lifted it toward his belly to give her ample viewing of what he had to offer.

“Don’t worry. You’ll fit me. That pussy’s mine.”

Her eyes flicked back up to his.

“Ah, hell. I like the way you talk. You just made my knees wobble.”

“I’m going to do more than that, sweetness. Lose the bra and get those jeans off. I want to see you.” Maxim felt his nut sac rise when she didn’t hesitate. She kicked her sandals aside, flicked the clasp at the front, and wiggled out of the bra. She was breathing heavily now and with each sway of her gorgeous breasts, the silver half-rings dangling from the dusky-pink nipples glittered from the dim light of the nightstand. He was proud he was able to find the fortitude to hold back. He wanted to see the rest of her before he lost his gods damn mind.

Skylar’s eyes narrowed into a sensual dreamy look, and he trembled. She was going to give him a show.

Steady, Maxim. Stay steady.

She ran a hand slowly down her belly and teased around the top button. Flicking it open, she slipped the zipper down and parted the flaps, giving him a good look at her tiny belly button and rounded tummy. She caught the edges of the jeans with her thumbs and began to slip the material down her thighs. Her hips swayed from side to side as she slowly bent and pushed them to her ankles. Her leg kicked out and shoved them aside. Nothing remained but her glittering ankle bracelet and a sheer black thong. He lifted an index finger and motioned for her to turn around.

She gave him a half-lifted smile, pushed her hands through her hair, and shook out the mass of dark curls until they fell about her shoulders. Fuck! She’s gorgeous. Running his fist to the crest of his dick, he pumped a few times and spread the leaking fluid. His breath caught when the tip of her pink tongue slipped out and wet her lips as she watched his movements. Slowly, Skylar swiveled around and presented her luscious ass for his perusal.

Just as he’d imagined, the ample rounded globes were perfect—firm, smooth, and ready for his hands to explore. She continued to turn and faced him again. One eyebrow lifted. Her voice was low, yet strong.

“I hope you like big butts, because that’s what I have. No excuses, it is what it is.”

He lowered his voice.

Nilum autem perfectio, mellis. Nothing but perfection, sweetness. You made my knees wobble.”

She blinked a few times, and he saw her ribcage quickly expand and deflate. He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned her over.

“Come here.”

She approached and stood still as a statue in front of him. He reached out, gently captured her narrow waist, and slid his palms downward. He loved how curvy her hips were. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to her belly. The punch of her pear-scented desire hit him hard. He fought the need to flip her on the bed and totally consume her, but he was far from ending the exploration. Maxim looked up to her expectant eyes, gently twisted her around until she faced the mirror across from the bed, and pulled her down to his lap.

“Lean back, baby. I want to feel your skin on mine.” He heard her sigh mix with his as their flesh joined. She was warm, soft, and pliable. He bit his lip when his cock lay trapped between their bodies. He undulated his hips once and shivered at the feel of it sliding along the seam of her ass. He reached forward, caught the inside of her thighs, and lifted them to drape on the outside of his. Gently, he spread his knees and widened her legs. He palmed both of her breasts and whispered close to her neck.

“Look at yourself, Skylar. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.”

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