The Immortal Knights Collection, Volume 1 (MM)

Immortal Knights

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 72,139
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[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Fantasy, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, MM, HEA]

Immortal Knight

Alistair is an immortal knight charged with protecting humanity and shifters from the dark forces that plague them. Dangerous and deadly, Alistair has spent hundreds of years with his back turned on his duty after the brutal murder of his mate, and he wants nothing more than to be left alone.

When his brothers discover what they believe to be a dark witch roaming the woods near their home, Alistair is furious. The witches killed his mate, and he hasn't had a kill in a long time.

One look into Kevin's mismatched eyes and Alistair is floored. He immediately rushes into protective mode, protecting his mate from his brothers, who want Kevin dead.

Kevin is Alistair's mate, reincarnated after being murdered by their enemy. It sounds outlandish, but when Alistair kisses him, Kevin can't resist. He wants to be taken by this man, wants to be dominated by him—even when horrifying memories from the past start to return.

Protective Knight

Alistair, a walking fantasy, is dangerous, deadly, and willing to kill all evil with a flick of his sword. He practically walked out of a romance novel.

This isn't fantasy, it's real life, and Kevin is pregnant with Alistair's child when evil rushes to the front door to attack. They know Kevin is alive, and they want him dead. Murdered in a past life by this same evil force, Kevin doesn't want a repeat, and luckily Alistair won't let anyone get between him and his mate.

Alistair will do anything to protect his lover. Kevin died in their previous life, but Kevin is back, and he may hold the key to everything Alistair and his brothers lost, which is why a sworn enemy wants his mate kidnapped and killed. Alistair hasn't wielded his sword in a long time, but for his mate and unborn child, taking up the blade and being the protector he used to be comes all too easy.

Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.

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The Immortal Knights Collection, Volume 1 (MM)

Immortal Knights

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Immortal Knight


Any second now, he kept expecting the man holding on to him to squeeze his fingers just a little tighter around Kevin’s throat, to choke him out and be done with it. Kevin didn’t realize he was crying until several seconds went by and he was still able to breathe. He couldn’t figure any of this out, other than how many seconds he had left before he was snuffed out from this world.

Except, he still wasn’t being choked to death. The giant man just kept right on looking at him, staring at him, actually.

“Uh, hey, Alistair?”

Kevin almost completely forgot there were people behind him, that the men who’d kidnapped him were still in his cell with this new guy.

The new guy, Alistair, was still staring at him, as if he hadn’t seen anything quite like Kevin in his entire life.

The man could probably feel Kevin’s pulse in his neck still hammering away, but he was just looking at him.

Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe it meant the guy didn’t want to kill Kevin and there was still a chance he could get out of this with his life.

“I’m not a witch. I’m not whatever your friends said about me. This is a mistake. Please don’t kill me.”

“Why are your eyes like that?”

Kevin blinked. Now, he was really starting to freak out. “I was born with it.”

“One eye gold and the other blue? Just like that?”

Kevin didn’t understand what the big deal was. Sure, there were people who liked his eyes. He’d gotten dates because of it, but if this man was going to hesitate on killing him because he thought Kevin’s eyes were interesting, then Kevin was going to use that to his advantage.

“Yeah, just like that. I’m not a witch. I didn’t do it to myself. I was born with it.”

The man continued to look at him, the hand around Kevin’s neck not so threatening any more, as it was no longer holding on quite so tightly.

But it was still a threat.

Alistair wasn’t glaring anymore, so that was something. His expression seemed a little more relaxed as he leaned in and, unexpectedly, ran his tongue across Kevin’s throat.

Kevin shivered hard, and he moaned without meaning to. The rush of pleasure was sudden and completely unexpected. The touch of that warm, wet tongue on his skin was unlike anything Kevin had ever felt before in his entire life, and not only did his nipple harden but so did his cock.

The men behind them spoke up one more time. “Alistair? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, what are you doing?”

Kevin couldn’t look away from the other man now. He felt his feet touching the ground as Alistair put him down, and while his hand was no longer gripping Kevin’s neck, his fingers remained on Kevin’s skin.

The touch burned when it hadn’t before. Or maybe it had and this was the first time Kevin had noticed it. He was transfixed, and he couldn’t stop looking up at the other man.

What the hell had that been? Why did this man look so familiar?

“Do I…do I know you?”

Alistair’s hand was still on him, gently resting on Kevin’s shoulder, his fingers touching Kevin’s throat. He looked as if he should have rough, callused fingers, but he didn’t. The man’s hands were scarred, as though by fire, but the touch of his fingers was soft and comforting. They brought out a shivery feeling of pleasure now that Kevin didn’t think this man was going to kill him. He wanted to be touched by him more.

Kevin found himself leaning forward. He wanted more of that touch. He couldn’t look away from those eyes either.

They were sucking him in, intoxicating him, lulling him.


One of the men behind Alistair roughly grabbed him by the shoulder, yanking him around. His expression was grim as he glared at Kevin, taking his friend by the shoulders. “What’s wrong with you? Snap out of it! He’s casting a spell on you!”

Kevin tensed. “What? No I’m not!” He was getting angry now. “Will you stop it with the witch thing? You all kidnapped me!”

“Did they do that to your face?”

Kevin blinked. “What?”

Alistair reached out, the backs of his fingers gently touching Kevin’s face, right on the spot where it hurt the most.

“Sorry,” Alistair said when he flinched.

Kevin didn’t even know how bad he looked. He was suddenly self-conscious of that, of how horrible and disfigured he must look while he was in the middle of making googly eyes at one of the men who had kidnapped him. Well, Alistair hadn’t been there for his kidnapping, but he had said he’d wanted to kill him.

“They did that, didn’t they?” Alistair made a low, menacing growling noise as he turned toward his friends.

“For the sake of the Gods, Alistair. We’re your friends, your brothers! He’s casting a spell on you.”

“No I’m not!” Kevin said.

He had no clue what was going on, other than the fact that it was Alistair who seemed to be the one most interested in protecting Kevin from these people, in keeping them from hurting him. Kevin reached for Alistair’s hand and clutched it tight. He didn’t care how fucked up this was. If Alistair was his only hope, then Kevin was going to do anything and everything in his power to stay on the man’s good side.

“Please don’t let them kill me. I have parents. I want to be able to see them again. I just graduated college. I don’t want to die.”

“I won’t let them touch you,” Alistair growled, stepping completely between Kevin and the men who had taken him.

Kevin didn’t question it. He put his hands on Alistair’s back, clutching at the man’s leather jacket, desperate to keep Alistair with him, to not let the man go.




Alistair pulled his fingers free from Kevin’s hole. He quickly stroked some of the lubricant over his heavy cock, shuddering when the pleasure of that touch brought him ever closer to orgasm, but then he was pressing the head of his swollen cock against Kevin’s asshole and pushing inside.

The pressure was there, the resistance natural, but for a few seconds, Alistair feared he might not have done enough to give his mate just what he needed, to accept Alistair’s cock into his body.

Kevin squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his teeth, but he didn’t ask Alistair to slow down or stop, so Alistair didn’t.

Alistair breathed a sigh of relief when Kevin’s body suddenly loosened to accommodate him and Alistair, almost without warning, popped through the ring of muscle.

He sighed. His entire body itched and quaked, eager to move, desperate to thrust inside hard and get it over with, to fuck and claim.

No, this was different than what he was used to, and Alistair remembered just in time that he needed to wait another moment before his mate would be perfectly ready, before his body would be able to accept the intrusion inside him.

Kevin’s body seemed to melt a little. The smaller man mewled, hips pumping, body squirming. “Fuck…I can’t…right now, please. I can’t wait anymore.”

“I won’t make you wait ever again.” Alistair pressed his hands down flat on either side of Kevin’s head as he started canting his hips forward and back. The motion was hard and rough from the start. Alistair wanted this to be slow and steady. He’d dreamed of this for centuries, the fantasy of having his mate back and making slow love to her.

That wasn’t how this was going to play out, and Alistair could hope only that Kevin would forgive him for being so fast and rough.

Though he didn’t seem to be getting any complaints.

Kevin threw his head back, his arm coming up over his eyes while he wailed broken noises of pleasure while the man’s cock bounced up and down on his flat stomach.

Alistair didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He pumped his hips hard and fast until he heard a harsh smacking noise in the air and realized it was the sound of his hips smacking hard against Kevin’s ass as he fucked into him.

“Oh God, keep…keep doing that,” Kevin begged. “Just like that. Yeah.”

“Whatever you want,” Alistair said, canting his hips forward harder, holding his cock in place when he was all the way inside so that his mate could feel the head of Alistair’s cock lingering against his prostate.

It had the desired effect Alistair was looking for as his mate moaned and thrashed beneath him. Alistair pressed his hand to Kevin’s chest, keeping him still, feeling the heavy thudding of his heartbeat against his palm.

“You’re going to jump out of your skin if you keep doing that.”

Kevin didn’t reply. He clenched his eyes shut and moaned again, throwing his head back as his mouth dropped open with a heavy gasp.

His exposed throat was too much for Alistair to resist as he leaned down and pressed his tongue along the length of flesh. Just as he felt it with his palm on Kevin’s chest, Alistair felt the hard thudding of Kevin’s heartbeat against his tongue.

He tasted warm and sweet. It was the same as when Alistair had licked him downstairs in the dungeons. He’d been so curious down there, and now that he was licking him again, licking and sucking on that smooth skin, the taste hadn’t changed.

Alistair had feared he’d forgotten the taste. He almost had, but now, now he was going to make sure he never forgot what that taste was, that he never lost the sensation of that sweetness on his tongue.

Kevin opened his eyes, still panting and puffing for breath as he looked into Alistair’s face. “T-touch me, please touch me.”

Alistair stopped licking and nodded. He took Kevin’s cock in hand, holding it as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to touch another man’s cock. It felt natural. It felt right.

As Alistair thrust and fucked inside his lover, it took him a couple of strokes before he was able to get into the proper rhythm he was looking for. He let his hand slide up and down the length of Kevin’s cock, pumping the man’s prick in time with his thrusts.

This was something he was able to do. It wasn’t as if Alistair had never had a dick in his hand before, but the difference was that it had always been his own.

Kevin didn’t seem to mind as he moaned and pumped his hips harder against Alistair’s fist, pushing his ass down onto Alistair’s cock while thrusting his prick into Alistair’s fist.

The scent of musk was heavy in the air and intoxicating. The lion inside Alistair roared at the wet sounds, the noises his mate made as he bounced on Alistair’s cock, and the way his bed squeaked as he fucked hard and heavy on it.

The intensity of the pleasure was too much. It built up inside him, and there was nowhere for it to go but out as Alistair leaned over his mate. He took Kevin by the wrists and yanked them over his head, holding them in place as Alistair groaned and pressed his lips to Kevin’s.

Kevin gasped, his mouth opening somewhat, but Alistair didn’t push his tongue inside. He wanted to keep tasting these lips. He wanted to memorize them and never forget what they felt like. They were a little rougher than he recalled them being, but that was part of the excitement of kissing his mate now. Alistair got to learn so many new things about him.

Kevin moaned against Alistair’s lips. He struggled and squirmed under the weight of Alistair’s body, and Alistair felt the hard shaft of Kevin’s cock trapped between their bellies, right before Kevin came with a hard yell against Alistair’s mouth.


Protective Knight


Kevin Alartis never thought he could be more attracted to Alistair than he was in that moment, and he’d felt nothing but attraction for the man ever since he first met him.

The guy was walking, talking lust.

It should have been impossible. He shouldn’t have been feeling these things at all. Kevin was already massively in love with the man, and the fact that Alistair was over six feet tall of gorgeous muscle and face and hair and just…

Wow. That was the only word to describe him. He was a living, breathing, Men’s Health magazine come to life, but here Kevin was, heart thumping as he stared at his lover as if it was the first time he’d ever seen him.

Kevin shifted in his seat. God, don’t let his cock be obvious. He was wearing jeans, so no one should notice it, but at the same time, these guys, Alistair and his brothers, were immortal shapeshifters. They were knights, powerful and honorable, and did he happen to mention shapeshifters? Yeah, what if their animal side could pick up on the lust Kevin wasn’t doing a good job of hiding? What was he going to do then?

Alistair looked at him and chuckled. His brothers joined in.

“See something you like?”

Kevin swallowed hard then nodded.

Yuki shook his head. “Your mate is unbelievable.”

Alistair couldn’t stop smiling. “Is it the swords?”

Kevin nodded. “Yeah. They, uh, they look really good.”

Had his voice squeaked when he said that? He was pretty sure his voice had squeaked. Fuck. He hadn’t wanted that to happen.

Alistair chuckled then reached behind him to where his sword was sheathed at his back, pulling it out.

The metal made a harsh noise against the sheath, but that only made it sound all the more delicious to Kevin’s ears, especially as he watched Alistair handle the heavy-looking blade.

“Even back then, you found me handsome wearing this sword. What is it with mates and weapons?” Alistair looked to his brothers, as if hoping they would have an answer for him.

Bramwell smiled and shrugged. The others appeared marginally interested. Burne shook his head, amused, though William quickly averted his eyes and appeared to be examining the blade of his own sword. Garrick and Yuki made no attempt at all to humor their brother.

Kevin understood why. He saw what Alistair currently did not see. Alistair was still flying high because he had his mate back because Kevin had, somehow, managed to come back from the dead.

Well, not really. He’d been reincarnated, into a different body, a male body. That part was fine. Kevin liked being a guy, and he felt totally comfortable in his body, and Alistair said there were enough similarities that he could see what Kevin was to him almost the instant he’d looked at him.

The problem, however, was that Alistair’s mate hadn’t been the only one to be killed all those years ago.

The mates of these other men, their loved ones, and children had also died. Kevin felt bad for them, especially when Alistair was so happy and they couldn’t totally join in because their mates were still dead and Kevin had no answers for how it was he’d managed to come back.

Not that Kevin sensed any resentment from Alistair’s brothers. When they’d come around to believing Kevin was who he and Alistair said he was, they were delighted for Alistair, but now it was clear they were wishing the same gift had been given to them as well.

Kevin’s heart went out to them, but when Alistair knelt over him, his hands on either side of Kevin’s hips on the chair he sat in with that look in his eyes…

Kevin was swept away. It was difficult to not think selfishly when he was this close to the person he loved.

He’d met Alistair only recently, but he’d known the man for years, thanks to their past lives together. This was totally where Kevin belonged. “You enjoyed my sword a great deal before the fire. Should I bring it to bed with us, as well?”

“Which sword are you talking about?”

Bramwell snorted at that.

Alistair glared over his shoulder before smiling at his mate, that glint in his eyes that suggested Kevin was going to regret his little joke later tonight.

He couldn’t wait.

“Always you with the perverted jokes.”

Kevin tensed. “I don’t always make perverted jokes!”

“You used to,” William replied, sheathing his sword behind his back. “They were some of your most favorite jokes to tell.”

Kevin let that sink in before his shoulder slumped. “Oh, well…that might be a little bit of what I like.”

His favorite comedians always had some sort of foul or perverted jokes to tell. Kevin wanted to deny that, but in reality, he couldn’t.

Alistair laughed at him for that.

Kevin glared at his mate. “Yeah, whatever. Laugh it up.”

“I will,” Alistair promised, hooking his arms under Kevin’s knees and behind his back and lifting him into the air.

Kevin let out an embarrassing squawking noise but otherwise didn’t fight the bigger, taller man when Alistair pulled Kevin closer for a kiss.

Kevin gasped when their mouths met. He was from a fairly liberal town in Michigan, but even he didn’t often kiss in front of other people. Alistair proved again and again that it didn’t matter what Kevin’s body looked like, that he loved Kevin no matter what, and how could Kevin not respond to that? He was still getting used to openly showing this much affection to his lover in front of other people, but if Alistair didn’t mind it, then Kevin couldn't mind it either.

Kevin put his arms around Alistair’s neck, holding the other man close as he opened his mouth, letting Alistair take what he wanted.

“Get a room,” Burne said playfully, smirking at the both of them.




Kevin tensed. “Uh, we are still talking about your cock, right?”

Alistair laughed. “When did you become so funny?”

“I’m not funny.”

“Yes, you are.” Alistair took Kevin by the waist of his jeans, forcing his hips forward. Thankfully, unlike the last time, this time he didn’t rip away Kevin’s clothes. He just slowly, teasingly, undid the button and zipper of Kevin’s jeans, spreading them apart and yanking them down his legs.

Kevin was going to have to get into the habit of wearing joggers. If he was going to be pulled out of his clothes so any times in one day, he needed to start wearing clothes that were easy to get in and out of.

“What are you smiling about now?” Alistair asked, his tone still teasing, still making Kevin shiver from top to bottom.

Kevin quickly shook his head. “Uh, nothing.”

“Liar.” Alistair didn’t remove Kevin’s T-shirt, but he did slide his hand up beneath the material. The touch of his rough, scarred fingers, scarred from so many years ago when he’d tried in vain to dig Kevin out of that fire, made Kevin burn and twitch.

He opened his mouth in a silent gasp when Alistair’s finger reached his nipples, pressing over them teasingly until they hardened beneath his touch.

“You like that?”

Kevin swallowed. “Yeah.”

Alistair’s eyes danced with amusement. “You should see yourself right now. You are so fucking amazing. I can’t wait to put my cock inside your body, to feel you clenching around me, riding me hard and coming to that wave of pleasure.”

Kevin groaned, but in the best possible way. No one else Kevin had ever been with had ever spoken to him like that. “You sound so corny. I don’t know why I like it so much.”

“Why wouldn’t you like it? I’m your mate.”

That made sense, he supposed.

Alistair leaned in, kissing the spot just over Kevin’s heart.

“Tell me how you want me, and it’s yours.”

Kevin blinked. “Really?”

Alistair nodded. “Really.”

Kevin thought of all sorts of different ways he wanted to be taken. The first time they’d fucked, Alistair had taken Kevin by the wrists and yanked them over his head. Kevin had liked that. Other times, he’d been on his hands and knees, and once Alistair had stuck Kevin’s legs over his wide shoulders. That had been pretty amazing, too.

Kevin was looking for a little something different this time around. “Do you think, maybe, I could sit in your lap this time?”

“Anything you want.”

Kevin breathed, encouraged by the eager sound of Alistair’s voice, as if he couldn’t wait for this either.

“Do you want to face me or be faced away from me?”

Kevin didn’t even have to think about it. “I want to face you.”

He pushed eagerly against Alistair’s chest, overcome now by his own lust and his own needs. Kevin needed this. Even though it shocked him that Alistair could go so long without losing his stamina, it seemed as if Kevin didn’t need that much help before he was following right on the heels of his mate, and Alistair had nothing but a wide smile for him as he leaned back, allowing Kevin to climb into his lap.

“Easy now, easy,” Alistair warned. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you wanted me to put my cock inside you without anything to ease the way.”

Kevin stopped, embarrassed by how eager he’d been in that moment. Heat rushed up his neck and into his cheeks, but he pushed it all back. “Oh, right. Where’s the lube. It’s under the mattress, right?”

“Of course,” Alistair replied with a chuckle, sounding as sure of himself as he always did. “Do you think I should, perhaps, take my clothes off, as well?”

Kevin looked down at his mate then groaned when he realized he’d climbed into Alistair’s lap without so much as letting the other man take off his pants.

Alistair laughed out loud at him, the bastard.

Kevin grumbled under his breath while he pushed himself out of the other man’s lap. “You’d better be out of those pants in ten seconds.”

“I’ll be out of the part that matters,” Alistair promised.

That heat returned to Kevin’s neck again as he reached for the lube hidden between the mattresses.

It was a slim bottle, nothing like anything Kevin had ever seen in a drug store before, but Alistair had assured Kevin that this was the stuff they’d used together thousands of years ago.

Apparently it was some secret immortal recipe, but whatever it was, it made Kevin feel amazing almost before he was touched, heightening his senses and making his body that much more receptive to Alistair’s hands, mouth, and cock.

Not that he needed the help. Every time Alistair touched him it had been a wild ride, but Kevin still appreciated the extra effort.

He pulled out the small bottle, popping open the top with the back of his thumb. Kevin grinned at his mate, who had done as he’d promised and removed only the part of his pants that mattered. He still looked fully dressed, but when he stared at Kevin with those hard eyes, that dangerous gleam and commanded him, “Come here,” well, Kevin hardly cared about getting his mate naked at that point. He wanted only to ride him.

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