[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Paranormal, Shape-shifters, Light Consensual BDSM, Spanking, Sex Toys, MM, HEA]
The Shark Who Rode a Seahorse
Sushi or soul mate? What a ridiculous question. There is no doubt in shark-shifter Byron’s mind that what he feels for seahorse Skylar is genuine. But Byron is well aware of the difference between them. He is a monster, and that puts sweet-natured Skylar out of his reach. In his fear of hurting Skylar, he pushes the seahorse away. But when Skylar is attacked, Byron knows he cannot stay away from Skylar anymore.
Skylar has always been searching for his soul mate, that special person he would share his life and innocence with. When he meets Byron, he instantly feels the bond between them. In Byron’s power and forcefulness, he finds an anchor. But even as they attempt to build a life together, there are still many challenges ahead. When Skylar unexpectedly becomes pregnant, Byron will have to learn to deal with fatherhood and protect his new family from an unexpected threat.
The Gazelle Who Caught a Lion
Angel or appetizer? The question never crossed Clark’s mind. Growing up, Angel was only his adopted little brother, a sibling he’d have done anything to protect. But twenty years seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye, and now Angel is a beautiful young man, and one Clark’s lion feels is his mate.
Angel doesn’t know when his brotherly affection for Clark turned into more, but he is well aware he can never let Clark know. The mere idea of Clark rejecting him, hating him, terrifies him.
But as they begin new lives at the United Paranormal Academy, hiding their love from each other becomes even harder. When Angel is put in charge of an incubus student, the new arrival’s flirtation awakens Clark’s jealousy. And while Angel and Clark struggle with their emotions, a murder shakes the academy and is pinned on Clark. Can their love prevail?
The Shark Who Rode a Seahorse
Perhaps Byron had sensed the fact that Skylar lusted for him, and this was the reason of his behavior. The realization was like a bucket of ice water over Skylar’s arousal. It made sense. Byron must enjoy only the company of females, and someone like Skylar disgusted him.
With that new understanding came a tremendous wish to flee the busy ballroom and bawl his eyes out. But he’d promised Garth he would play host for Byron. Besides, he wasn’t a child that would weep whenever he didn’t get his way. He could deal with this. He had no choice.
Pasting a smile on his face, he made his way to Byron’s side. “Mr. Cunningham.” He nodded at Byron, attempting to find a topic of conversation. “I never did get to thank you for what you did for us.”
“No thanks needed,” Byron replied, his voice low and husky. “It was a favor for a friend.”
“Still, I appreciate your help tremendously.” Skylar struggled to keep the talk from falling into awkward silence. “If there’s anything I could ever do to repay you…”
He wanted to take the words back as soon as he uttered them. He sounded far too eager, and he’d managed to slip sexual innuendo into the phrase without intending to.
Even if he acknowledged his gaffe, he didn’t expect the words that came out of Byron’s mouth.
“You can stay away from me,” the shark said, his tone having grown as cold as ice. “I don’t want to be around you.”
Skylar felt like he’d been slapped. “Oh… O–Okay,” he managed to stammer. “I’ll… I’ll just go.”
The bitter taste of humiliation in his mouth was only surpassed by the pain in his heart. He didn’t know why he even felt this. He’d never had any type of relationship with Byron, beyond that of distant acquaintance. The attraction he experienced was clearly one-sided. Skylar should have given up on it by now.
It was just that, a few months back, when he’d met Byron, he’d actually thought the shark might be interested him. Their gazes had locked when Byron had intervened to save Skylar and his friends from Heathcliff Cunningham, Byron’s own brother. Then again, at the time, Skylar had been severely injured, so it must have just been his impression.
Murmuring a good-bye, he made a hasty retreat. For a few moments, he considered returning to Carson’s side, but the lamb was far too perceptive. He would realize something was wrong. Instead, he headed toward the first exit he could find and fled the room.
His vision blurred with tears as he ran, and he angrily struggled to push them back. Since he didn’t pay much attention to where he was going, only his smaller size kept him from running into the various people moving to and fro in every direction. Several seemed intent on addressing him, so Skylar sought solace at the upper level of the house. He found an empty balcony and closed the French doors behind him. Once alone, he plopped down on the cool floor and leaned against the wall.
It was quite cold outside, the winter chill already encroaching on the world. As a tropical seahorse, he didn’t care much for such weather, but he couldn’t be bothered to move. He just wanted to lay there and sleep until he forgot about Byron’s words. Maybe the chill would drive the hurt away.
“Byron, Sir, please!”
Byron tsked, a sound Skylar was beginning to recognize as affectionate disapproval. “Patience, little seahorse. Patience.”
Byron did something behind Skylar, and then, something slick and hard prodded against Skylar’s hole. It was too small and cool to be Byron’s penis—penises—though. Skylar realized it must be some sort of toy which Byron intended to insert inside him.
Skylar immediately panicked. He didn’t want to have his virginity taken by an object. He needed Byron. Nothing and no one else would do.
“Sir, please. I…” He wasn’t sure if they were in an actual scene, but he needed to get his point across. He struggled to remember the word he’d established with Byron and finally said, “Shrimp.”
Instantly, the toy disappeared from between his buttocks. Skylar heard it drop on the mattress, and then Byron pulled Skylar into his lap again.
“What is it, Skylar? What’s wrong?”
“I…I don’t want a toy. I want you. You have to be my first, not some piece of plastic.”
It might have been a strange way of thinking, but to Skylar, it made all the sense in the world. He’d waited so long to find the right man for him, his soul mate, the man who could give him the family he desired so much. Now, he would accept no substitutes.
Byron looked pained. “Oh, sweetheart. I’ll hurt you if I don’t prepare you adequately.”
“I’m not afraid. Please, Byron. I can take you. I know I can.”
Byron took a deep breath then exhaled. “Very well, Skylar. But if we’re going to do this, we’ll do it my way.”
“Yes, Sir,” Skylar readily agreed. He understood the way things worked now, and he knew Byron would give him what he wanted. He just needed to be a little patient.
Instead of the toy, Byron’s fingers returned to Skylar’s body. First one, then two, scissoring gently, stretching him again and, of course, unerringly zeroing in on his prostate. Skylar bit his lip in an attempt to quiet down his impatience.
Byron didn’t push Skylar back down on all fours. Instead, he continued to finger-fuck Skylar like that, still holding Skylar’s gaze. It was almost embarrassing, or it would have been with anyone else except Byron. Skylar trusted the shark with all his secrets, even his oddest and most shameful ones. He hadn’t shared all his peculiarities with Byron yet, but that could wait for a different time.
It occurred to him that if he did have sex with Byron, there might be consequences. A different time, he would have thought it impossible, but recent revelations made him wonder. He considered talking to Byron and telling him the truth. The shark deserved to know what he might be getting himself into.
But the time for talking had come and gone, and Skylar forgot all about words when, at last, Byron removed his fingers from Skylar’s body. Moments later, Byron’s cocks nudged against Skylar’s hole.
“Ready?” Byron asked. When Skylar nodded, Byron continued, “I’ll let you take it in your own rhythm. Don’t worry, I’ll help you. You just focus on telling me if it hurts and when I should stop.”
Skylar assented with a small, breathless, “Yes, Sir.”
Byron took hold of his hips and slowly pressed the heads of his cocks in. Skylar’s eyes widened, the burn in his ass much more intense than anything he’d ever expected or experienced. Intellectually, he’d known it would hurt, but it hadn’t truly processed up until this moment. He now understood why Byron had insisted on using toys first.
But even if it hurt, Skylar didn’t feel the least bit inclined to give up his desire. It was difficult at first, his body unaccustomed to invasion of any type. However, when in Byron’s arms, Skylar felt so very safe, so loved and so protected. Byron’s hands on his hips were so warm, strikingly so, and Skylar fell into a hypnotic-like state. He went completely relaxed, and his flesh yielded to Byron’s penetration.
It should have been next to impossible, but slowly and surely, Byron filled Skylar’s ass. Oh, it still hurt, but the pain began to dissipate until it was gone completely. And then, before Skylar knew it, Byron was fully inside him, his pubic hair tickling Skylar’s buttocks.
They were both breathing hard with effort by now, but God, it was worth it. Byron’s heat inside Skylar made him feel complete, as if, by taking him, the shark had filled a void in Skylar’s very soul. Now more than ever, Skylar became convinced that his choice had been the correct one. There was no other way to explain it. He simply knew it. Byron was his soul mate.
Byron slowly lifted him, and Skylar went with it, the motion making his hard cock rub against Byron’s chest. The shark’s two penises touched every inch of his channel, awakening nerves Skylar hadn’t even known existed. It felt amazing. Skylar didn’t have any terms of comparison since he hadn’t been with anyone else before, but the way the two cocks worked him went beyond anything other people could offer him.
All thought disappeared as Skylar’s instincts awoke inside him. Urged on by Byron, he began to fuck himself on the shark’s cocks. Byron thrust up, and with every move, he hit Skylar’s special spot. Skylar was in heaven, pure, sexual heaven. He clung to Byron’s shoulders, hoping to find an anchor in a world that no longer made sense outside what he felt for this incredible, unique man.
The Gazelle Who Caught a Lion
The Academy placed a lot of emphasis on its students training their abilities and learning how to control them. A very important section was strong physical training, each according to each shape-shifter race. To that, psychology and sociology were added, so that the students could understand themselves and their society. There would also be a course in practical magic once enough students from magical races applied. For the moment, they only studied it in theory.
Of course, the PE class was one of the most difficult ones for Clark, not because of the actual exercises, but due to the way Angel looked in the shorts that emphasized the swell of his bottom and the delicious scent of his sweat. Angel was on the track team, while Clark had gone with wrestling. He could run track, too, but other felines were faster and he got easily distracted by Angel.
The main sports room was huge, and each team had their own coach. Here, shifters were not separated according to what they ate. PE focused on teamwork, so it was very likely for students from various races to be paired together. The track team, for example, held a lot of herbivores, but also their traditional predators, like cheetahs. It was a way for the coaches to point out that here, between the walls of the academy, they needed to learn to control their hunting instinct.
For Clark’s part, he needed to cooperate with rhinos, hippos, boars, and gorillas, as well as with other carnivores. Thankfully, they each had their own weight category, so Clark would never risk being squashed by an out-of-control elephant. It was actually an interesting exercise because his lion always rose inside him when challenged. It took a good deal of control to keep the beast leashed. In a sense, PE class was always the most dangerous because all their instincts were simmering, just waiting to be let loose.
They first went to the lockers, where they quickly changed into their PE clothes. Clark couldn’t help but steal the occasional glance at Angel. He caught a glimpse of Angel’s tight ass and forced himself to look away. He’d already gotten hard, and he needed to keep his arousal in check.
He counted to ten in his head and summoned the most distasteful images he could think of. His cousins naked. Tate and his girlfriend fucking. Alexis and Angel together at lunch. That did. His erection started to flag, and he finished dressing in a morose mood.
When he and Angel headed toward the main PE room, though, Clark pushed aside his own jealousy. As always, he squeezed his brother’s shoulder in a wordless advice to be careful. Angel gave him a brief smile then rushed toward the track team area.
Usually, most everyone practiced outside, but the weather on academy grounds didn’t always allow for it. While shifters could easily run in the rain and were often forced to, coaches preferred to alternate easier with difficult tasks. Today, clouds had gathered above the academy, so it seemed the track team would run inside. Clark was thankful for this because, this way, he could keep an eye on Angel. The football and basketball teams had chosen to risk it and go outside regardless.
The class started, and Clark was placed in front of his opponent, another lion shifter named Jonathan. A hippo from Clark’s team whispered a warning in Clark’s ear. “Careful,” he said. “I heard he was boasting he’d knock you out.”
Clark suppressed a grimace. Sometimes, the competitiveness typical to felines tired him. Right then and there, he just wanted to be with Angel and ignore the stupidity of his fellow students.
He shrugged, unconcerned. He could take the other lion, especially with his new motivation. Now that Alexis was busy, he’d be able to spend some time with the sweet antelope.
Clark and Jonathan circled around each other, two predators in a face-off made serious by the egos involved. Jonathan lunged at Clark, but Clark managed to avoid him. With the corner of his eye, he kept watch over Angel, now running across the field at full speed.
In a few brisk motions, Clark grabbed Jonathan and dumped him to the floor. With his own body, he immobilized the other shifter, holding him down in spite of Jonathan’s struggles.
Just as the coach declared him the winner, a sense of alarm coursed through him. Clark lifted his eyes, only to see one of the cheetahs in the track team, a young man named Leiland, shift into his animal form. The feline started chasing after Angel, dodging his teammates who attempted to stop him.
None of them were supposed to change into their beast form except on their private time. They were allowed to run or fly, but not while engaged in activities with other shifters who could get hurt in the process. Shifting during PE class not only went against the rules, but it was also very dangerous.
Without hesitating one single second, Clark jumped off Jonathan. In human form, he couldn’t fight a cheetah, so he allowed his body to melt into that of his lion. Cheetahs were faster than lions, unfortunately, but Leiland had chosen the wrong antelope to pursue. Angel didn’t always show it, but he was, in fact, much faster than other members of his species. Realizing the danger, Angel didn’t delay in shifting shapes as well. He managed to avoid the cheetah and headed toward Clark.
Leiland didn’t seem to realize what Angel intended, not until it was too late at least. Clark pounced on the cheetah, stopping him from his pursuit of Angel. His opponent tried to claw at Clark, but Clark’s mane prevented the cheetah from managing to get a good grip. He was bigger and stronger, and it would have taken him no effort to tear his sweet Angel’s attacker.
Luckily for Leiland, their coaches intervened. “Enough, Clark. Let him go.”
Clark’s grin was a dark promise as he joined Angel on the bed. They didn’t speak, didn’t say another word. It wasn’t needed. Clark’s hands went to Angel’s clothing, slowly helping him out of the material. With almost excruciating gentleness, Clark did what Angel had been too distracted to achieve. Angel’s shirt was the first to go, then his shoes and socks. Those talented fingers hesitated slightly when they reached Angel’s fly. Taking a leap of faith, Angel lowered his own zipper, revealing his erection to Clark’s gaze.
He was by no means as impressive as Clark, but the lion seemed to like what he saw. He released another of those low growls, and Angel couldn’t suppress a shudder. He loved hearing Clark when he let loose his beast. Clark’s roars were particularly magnificent, and Angel had always secretly dreamed of hearing them while they were together in bed. It seemed that today, he would finally get his wish.
Clark’s motions began to get quicker when the lion saw Angel had no intention of protesting. Soon, Clark undressed Angel completely. They were both naked on the bed now, so close Angel could feel the heat emanating from Clark’s skin.
There was no going back now. Clark moved over Angel, lowering him to the mattress. Not knowing what else to do, Angel relaxed against the pillows and waited. He felt inadequate and poorly prepared to give Clark pleasure. At the same time, though, he knew Clark would not hold it against him, so his fears were chased away by the mix of lust and familiarity inside him.
Clark lavished him with butterfly-light kisses, taking his time in exploring every inch of Angel’s body. Clark’s every touch enflamed Angel more and more, and he almost came when his mate’s hot mouth enclosed his nipple.
“Clark.” He released a small bleat-gasp. “Oh, God, Clark, please.”
Clark lifted his mouth and met his gaze. Clark’s honey-brown eyes seemed almost black now with the fire of passion burning within their depths. “I love how you say my name.”
The words sounded animalistic, possessive, and Angel could tell Clark’s beast had been awakened. He arched against his mate, demanding more, needing more.
Clark crushed their lips together once again, and on instinct, Angel wrapped his legs around Clark’s waist. Still clinging to the lip-lock, Clark changed their position, pulling Angel upright and into his lap. The new situation made Clark’s prick nudge against Angel’s crease. His anus clenched in need, and Angel started trembling with the desire to come together with Clark like that, in the most intimate way two men could be connected.
Clark seemed to want the same thing. The lion’s hands went to Angel’s buttocks, kneading and massaging. His strong fingers separated the ass cheeks, and one dry digit rubbed at Angel’s hole. Angel’s gasp was swallowed by Clark’s kiss.
They separated their mouths when they found themselves forced to breathe. Much to Angel’s dismay, Clark released him from his arms and left the bed. For a few terrible instants, Angel thought Clark had changed his mind, especially when he saw Clark pick up his pants.
But then, he understood Clark was searching through his pockets. Angel wasn’t exactly naïve, so he realized what Clark was looking for. “In that nightstand,” he said.
Clark looked toward him, then, as indicated, opened the nightstand drawer. He retrieved the tube of lubricant Alexis had given Angel as a thank-you present for moving in.
Clark didn’t seem amused. “Why do you have lube?”
Angel would have felt offended, except he knew he’d baited Clark into jealousy with his comment from a few days back. Truth be told, Alexis always teased him, but he’d never actually made a serious pass at him. Angel had gotten used to it, although he still couldn’t bring himself to flirt back.
“A gift from Alexis.” He arched a brow at Clark. “I’ve never actually used it, and I was thinking we could try it now.”
Clark pounced on the bed, and the bedsprings protested at the sudden weight. The lion squeezed Angel in his arms, murmuring, “And I don’t want you to ever use it with anyone except me.”
“I’m yours,” Angel whispered back. “I always have been.”
Lions were by nature possessive, and in that, Clark was no different. Angel found it incredibly arousing to have that possessiveness directed at him. Now more than ever, he wanted to feel Clark’s cock inside him, to have his mate pound him, fuck him until nothing but the two of them remained in this world.
He admitted he didn’t know much about sex, but the mechanics didn’t elude him. He lay back down and lifted his legs, bending himself almost in half and exposing his hole to Clark’s gaze. Gazelles were naturally flexible, so Angel could do this and much more.
Clark opened the tube of lubricant and poured a liberal amount on his fingers. Angel’s heart started beating even faster with every passing second, and he nearly jumped at the first touch of Clark’s slick digits against his hole. What if he didn’t do this right? What if Clark hated it and never wanted to be with him again?
As always, Clark sensed his apprehension. He supported Angel’s legs, removing the strain on his upper body, even if Angel didn’t particularly mind the position. Always holding Angel’s gaze, he slowly inserted a finger inside his body.
At first, Angel remained tense, so it didn’t feel very comfortable. The frown on Clark’s face didn’t help things. His fears and uncertainties returned with a vengeance. He might have lost his arousal altogether, except out of the blue, Clark released Angel’s legs, moved lower down on the bed, and in one smooth motion, swallowed down Angel’s cock.