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The Librarian and the Dragon (MM)

Fury 15

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 25,546
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[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Alternative Contemporary Fantasy Paranormal, M/M, shape-shifter, HEA]

Ross Moore has never been lucky in love. After being dumped by the man he thought he would be spending his life with, Ross just wants to be alone.

Except there's this one guy who keeps coming into his library that Ross can't ignore. Someone tall and handsome, someone who makes Ross' blood heat in all the right ways.

Ross isn't after a relationship. He doesn't want another broken heart, but for one night of sex, he's willing to take a small risk.

Mercury never thought he would find his mate working in the local library of all places, and he couldn't be happier. The man seems a little guarded, but Mercury knows how to smooth out those kinds of wrinkles.

When the warlocks get wind of Mercury's new mate and take Ross away from him, Mercury will go to any lengths possible to get his mate back. Even making deals with the devils themselves.

Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.

 

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Ross Moore groaned at the sight of the walking, talking, Photoshopped model browsing the history and political science section of his library. All the while he hid behind the cart he was supposedly using to put books back on the shelf.

Romance did not go on these shelves, but Ross didn't want to walk away either.

He wanted to keep looking. To keep lusting after the guy with the too-tight T-shirt that left none of those perfect muscles to the imagination.

Guys like that didn't come to libraries or read, especially books in this area. If they did, the books they checked out were about motorcycles or tattoo design or whatever. Ross didn't know. Stereotyping, sure, and he knew he was probably wrong, but he'd never before seen this, and every single time this guy came into the library, Ross was stuck with the dilemma of what he was supposed to do about the rush of energy to his cock.

Waiting for his shift to be over so he could go home and take care of business was not what he was supposed to be thinking about when at work.

Adonis actually looked up from the book he'd been engulfed in then slowly turned his attention to Ross.

The glasses on his face were...too cute. Handsome. Sexy. Fucking beautiful. All at the same time.

Wait, was he smiling at Ross?

Ross looked behind him, making sure no one was there.

No one was there.

And now Adonis was coming over here.

Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. He had to get out of here.

"Hey, wait."

Ross halted quickly before he could turn the cart of books around and get the hell out of there.

Tall, Dark and Out-of-Ross's-dreams came to stand in front of him. His smile melted the bones in Ross's knees.

"I keep seeing you every time I come in here."

Ross swallowed. "Yeah?"

The man's blue eyes, so bright, flicked down to the cart. "I guess you work here?"

Say something, idiot!

"Uh, yeah. I guess it would be weird if I was trying to put the books away and I didn't work here."

That wasn't entirely stupid. That was kind of okay, and that smile got a little wider.

"Can I get your name?"

Wait, what? Seriously?

"Ross. Moore."

He held out his hand.

"Max Platt."

Ross's throat had never felt more dry than it did in that moment. He was going to melt into a puddle at this man's feet. He wasn't going to be able to hold himself together. It was too much pressure!

"Hi, Max. Are you single?"

Max lifted a brow, though he didn't stop smiling.

Ross was never more humiliated in his life, but good things came to those who asked, right?

He hoped.

"I am. Why? You want to meet up some time?"

"Yes." Ross cleared his throat, not having meant to give himself away like that so soon. "Uh, yeah, I'd like that."

Max tilted his head to the side a little, his eyes doing that flicking thing where he looked Ross up and down, as though determining if Ross could be remotely in the area of his type.

Please yes. That would be amazing. Please. He needed this.

"All right. Come here."

Max leaned in, and Ross turned into a helpless gob of ooze when the guy grabbed his wrist, then pulled a pen from his pocket, and proceeded to write his number onto Ross's palm.

Ross was overheating. He was getting this man's number. Ross wasn't a loser. He was a God among men because he was actually getting a hot guy's number.

"You can reach me there. I'd like to take you out tonight for dinner. Know any fun places?"

Ross nodded. "I'm free tonight."

His mind scrambled to think of anywhere they could go, however. There wasn't much in the general area of Crimson River. Well, not much that he would take a guy to that he planned on fucking. A lot of local places, too family friendly for something quick. The bars tended to get a bit too seedy during the night, and Ross wasn't sure how they would take it having two men in there who were obviously more than drinking buddies.

Max seemed to be thinking about something. "I might know a place to take you."

"You do?"

Was it just Ross's imagination, or did those eyes actually start to glow a little?

"Yeah, someplace nice, and then I can get you somewhere private?"

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Max pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He opened it up and with two fingers pulled out a packet of condoms. There was definitely two there. Maybe three.

"I thought of you. Don't worry."

Now Ross sighed. Thankful that he didn't have to make the decision to not have sex until there was a safer way to do this.

"Right. Okay then." Ross pulled himself out of his shirts.

"In a hurry." Max sounded pleased, though Ross still froze.

"Is that all right?"

The man walked up to him, his body almost swaying with sexuality as his hands landed on Ross's waist.

"Trust me. I like it a lot."

That fluttering, overheated feeling returned to Ross's chest and body. His mouth dried, and he could barely bring himself to swallow.

"You are so sexy."

Ross jerked back a little at those words. "What? Me?"

Max nodded, his eyes becoming half-lidded, almost as though he was under some sort of spell as he leaned in. "Yes."

His mouth came down onto Ross's. He was warm. His lips softer than Ross had thought they would be.

Ross couldn't help it. He shivered and moaned softly against that mouth. He leaned against that powerful body, and already he felt as if he was going to pop.

There was something unnatural about this, but the lust had gotten to his brain. Ross didn't care that he was alone in a hotel room with a guy he'd just met. A guy much bigger than he was who was loaded down with tattoos that meant God only knew what. This could be some in-the-closet weirdo who might try beating the shit out of Ross if he didn't get out of there fast enough after the deed was done.

But none of that seemed to matter. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure that shot through Ross's body when he felt the touch of Max's tongue against his lips.

Ross moaned again. He opened for the other man instinctually. Letting him in. Letting Max take whatever the hell he wanted because Ross would be at Max’s mercy for the rest of his life if that was what he wanted.

Ross curled his arms around Max's neck. God, it felt right holding on to him like that. He pressed his body closer, sliding his tongue back against Max's as the man licked him deep inside.

Max wasn't just a good kisser either. He was definitely polite in bed, as he remembered there were other places that could be touched and stroked.

One of his powerful hands moved away from Ross's waist, and when it cupped Ross between his legs, Ross moaned against the man's mouth, his body convulsing a little, and no, oh fuck no, he was coming into the man's hand.

He couldn't help it. Ross pressed himself closer to Max's body, thrusting against that hand, desperate to get more of that heat, that pleasure, that friction while he came in his pants.

Max said something hot in Ross's ear, but he couldn't make out what it was since his brain clearly wasn't working right.

Ross pressed his face against Max's shoulder, partly because he needed to rest against the other man and partly because he didn't want to show his face right now when he was that embarrassed about what he'd just done.

Max, however, chuckled in Ross's ear, his lips barely grazing against the sensitive shell, his breath warm. "God, that was hot."

"Fuck, sorry about that." Ross swallowed. "You, uh, don't mind if we wait about ten minutes, do you?"

He could get hard in that time. He hoped. That was his second orgasm of the day, and though he'd been hot and bothered ever since Max had given Ross his phone number back at work, there was no telling how his body would react now.

"Sure," Max said, his hand still stroking between Ross's legs. "I don't think you'll need it, though."

Ross almost snorted. "Christ, you're confident."

Max just grinned at him, and only then did Ross notice the man wasn't wearing his glasses.

Ross had been so focused on everything else that he hadn't been paying attention to that.

"Trust me on this."

Ross swallowed hard, and he nodded. "O-Okay."

He let Max ease him back to the bed. The back of Ross's knees touched the edge of the mattress, and he fell onto his ass.

Ross was shocked when Max groaned and sank to his knees. The man seemed utterly focused on getting Ross out of his pants, which Ross gratefully helped with.

After coming in his underwear, he wanted to get out of them, too.

Not only that, but he wanted to feel more of Max's skin against his own.

Ross lifted his hips, panting for breath as the other man pulled his jeans down his legs. He was half hard again already, and Ross wasn't in a mood to question something so obviously good.

"Fuck, you smell great." Max actually leaned in close, his nose sliding along Ross's thigh and crotch. He inhaled deep.

That was…kind of strange. Well, whatever got him off, Ross supposed. No one had ever bothered sniffing at him like that.

As though Max were savoring the scent of that fine wine he'd purchased.

Then Ross got another surprise, a much more pleasant one, as Max took Ross's cock in hand, his tongue darting out and licking at the slit of his head.

Ross sucked back a hard breath. A shiver pulsed through his body before he tensed from head to toe.

As if by instinct, his hand went to the back of Max's head. He grabbed tightly to what little he could since the hair was so short and gripped.

Max smiled around Ross's cock, but he didn't lose his focus. He tightened his lips, his tongue swirling around the underside of the head before he began bobbing his mouth up and down. Again and again.

Ross couldn't believe it. His head fell back, and he let himself get lost in the sensation of having his dick sucked by a man who looked as though he'd never been in this position in his entire life.

Max looked like the sort of guy who had his cock sucked on by other people but who would think it demeaning to do so himself.

Armund had been a little like that. Not that he would never go down on Ross, but more or less that it was once or twice a year, usually on Ross's birthday and always with a certain crinkle in his nose.

Not exactly an enjoyable experience.

No, it wasn't like that at all. Max went down on Ross as though this were the treat instead of the chore, and damn, Ross couldn't wait to return the favor.

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