The Nehalem Pack Collection, Volume 2 (MM)

Nehalem Pack

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 72,029
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[Siren Classic ManLove: Alternative, Paranormal, Werewolves, MM, HEA]

In The Human's Complicated Wolf, Jensen Collins never believed werewolves existed until he found himself in love with one. The funny thing is loving a man who can turn into a wolf is the least of his problems. Josh Weathers not only stole Jensen’s heart but broke it in one fell swoop. Now Jensen can only hope some time away will help mend his broken heart. Josh never had a gay thought in his adult life until he met Jensen. Now all he can think about are ways to get Jensen underneath him. With a goal set to win back his mate, Josh goes in search of the one that got away, but things become complicated when he catches his mate on a date with another man. With a threat looming near, it’s up to Josh to protect the man he loves before disaster strikes. Josh just prays that Jensen can forgive him before it’s too late.

In His Perfect Mate, Jake Weathers just wants to be happy. After the death of his father and the abandonment of his twin brother, all he longs for is something normal in his life. But what he wants and what he gets are out of his control.

Carl Sampson has learned life doesn’t give out favors or happy endings. Being held prisoner with his younger brother for the past three years has left him a broken man. Daily physical and sexual abuse has taken away his ability to trust others. That is until he comes face to face with his mate. Learning to trust again might be Carl’s toughest challenge yet.

Carl discovers all too soon that he can’t run from his past. After his brother is taken by the very man they escaped from, Carl has to put his issues aside and accept Jake’s help. But Carl is starting to wonder if he can sacrifice his mate in order to save his brother.

AJ Jarrett is a Siren-exclusive author.

The Nehalem Pack Collection, Volume 2 (MM)
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The Nehalem Pack Collection, Volume 2 (MM)

Nehalem Pack

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Word Count: 72,029
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Jensen looked left, right, and then crossed the street to the parking garage he left his car in. The further away from the club he got the quieter the night became. He walked a little faster. Not that he was scared, but he didn’t want to get mugged or shot or something crazy like that.

He had just reached his car on the second deck when a hand grabbed at his shoulder.

“Holy shit!” Jensen spun around and brought his hands up, readying to punch his attacker.

“You smell really good.” A man with the most intriguing green eyes stared down at Jensen. He felt hypnotized by their bright stonelike beauty. “Do you know that?”

Jensen took an instinctual step back as the man took one forward. “Um, thanks.” His back hit the side of his car. He found himself trapped between it and the man. His pulse began to race, and Jensen couldn’t be certain if was from fear or excitement.

“I saw you in the club.” The man tipped his chin in the direction of the bar. “Your smell is like a drug I can’t escape from.” As if to prove his point he sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring wide.

Jensen reached behind him to grab the door handle of his car, but it was locked. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. The man wasn’t making a move to attack him, but what sane person talked about the way a person smelled? Not that Jensen thought he stunk, but still the glazed over look in the man’s eyes as they darted over Jensen’s face was a little startling.

The man laughed softly. “But you don’t smell it, do you.” He shook his head.

“Sorry, but I’m not into that fetish.” At the man’s blank stare he elaborated, “I’m not one for sniffing a guy’s armpits on the first date.” The man’s face hardened as if what Jensen said angered him.

“This isn’t a date,” the man snapped. He took a step forward and bumped chests with Jensen. But being as Jensen was a good five inches shorter than the man, it was more like chest to lower stomach. Jensen’s neck ached from having to stare up at the man.

“I was just joking. It was stupid.” Jensen brought his hands up to rest on the man’s chest to keep him back. His fingers met a solid wall of muscle and heat. Jensen fingers tingled from the light touch. He glanced up to see that the other man’s eyes had fallen shut.

The stranger, without opening his eyes, moved his arms to circle Jensen’s waist. Jensen watched as the corner of the man’s lip twitched as if he were tense about something. Slowly the man descended, and Jensen held still. The closer he got, the more Jensen knew what was about to happen and went with it. He edged his arms up to wrap around the man’s neck. He thought that the man would stop him, but he didn’t. The man leaned forward and brushed his lips gently over Jensen’s. The soft fullness grazed along his lips, tickling in the most delicious way. A moan erupted from his throat as the man deepened the kiss.

The man drew Jensen up on his tiptoes as he plunged his tongue deep into Jensen’s mouth. There was no finesse in the man’s technique. It seemed more like a primal urge that drove the man. His hands grabbed at Jensen’s hips and his teeth nipped the plump flesh of his mouth.

All of Jensen’s fears of this man seeped away the longer the kiss carried on. He grabbed at the man’s strong muscled shoulders and pulled him closer. Everything Jensen had felt earlier that evening, excitement from meeting up with his date to the sadness from being ditched, floated away as if on a breeze. All that mattered was this moment and this man.

Jensen brought up his left leg to wrap around the man’s outer thigh and rubbed the hardness pressing against his zipper into his leg. The man growled an actual growl and pushed him further into the side of the car. The steel rod in the man’s pants burned a mark into Jensen’s stomach as he grinded his fullness into him.

Jensen whimpered into the harsh kiss. Their teeth clanged together in the urgency to steal the breath out of the other.

A horn blared in the distance, and it was as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown at them. The man jumped back. The hard lines of his face seemed to glow red with anger. His eyes narrowed as he stared down at Jensen.

Jensen straightened up as much as he could with the man hovering so close. He didn’t know what to say. He had just experienced the most earth-shattering, toe-curling kiss of his life, and the man to give it to him looked like he wanted the punch him in the face.

“I’m not gay,” the man said bitterly. His faced pinched in a look of disgust.

Jensen held back the flinch that one statement caused. You sure as shit didn’t seem that straight when you had your tongue down my throat. He wanted to scream at the guy but instead said, “Well, I didn’t ask you to kiss me.”

The man’s jaw ticked as he glared at Jensen. Jensen widened his stance, preparing just in case the man took a swing at him. Jensen might be short, but he was built like a brick house, sturdy and confident.

Without a single word the man turned around and walked away. Jensen watched as he left. He had his head held high and his back ramrod straight. Jensen got the distinct impression that it wasn’t that the man wasn’t gay, but that he just didn’t want to be. There was a difference, and it made Jensen feel more sympathy than anger for the very attractive stranger.




Jensen woke to rough fingertips caressing against his cheek. He stretched his arms over his head and kicked his legs out straight. Before he could open his eyes a yawn pulled his jaw open, popping from the stretch.

“Good morning,” Josh said then leaned down and kissed him on the lips. “Hope you don’t mind, but I took a shower. Two weeks of bathing in the lake just wasn’t cutting it.”

Jensen brought up a hand and ran his fingers over Josh’s head. The man hadn’t been able to shave his head, and his dark-blond hair had started to grow in. Jensen liked it. He rubbed the short strands between his fingers, loving the texture.

“I would have shaved it off, but I couldn’t find any clippers in your bathroom.” Josh tried to pull away.

“Don’t you dare cut your hair.” Jensen cupped the back of Josh’s neck and pulled him down close to his face. “I think it looks handsome on you.”

“Is that an order?” Jensen grinned down at him. The man then moved his leg in between Jensen’s and cuddled closer. The hard press of his cock burned a line against Jensen’s thigh.

“Damn straight it’s an order.” He pulled Josh to his chest and licked the upper curve of Josh’s lip. Josh moaned and let his mouth fall open and sucked Jensen’s tongue into his mouth. He meant the kiss to be gentle and sweet, but Josh took over, nipping and sucking, and Jensen instantly became hard.

Jensen tugged on Josh’s arm and the man moved on top of him. The length of Josh’s body covered him in smoldering heat, and the hairs on his chest and legs tickled against Jensen’s skin. He fidgeted around until he got a good hold on Josh’s rear end. He grabbed onto the firm globes and urged Josh upward. He wanted to feel Josh’s hard cock on his tongue.

Josh walked on his knees up to Jensen’s face. He stopped when the tip of his cock brushed Jensen’s lip. He pulled Josh closer and opened his mouth. The fat spongy head glistened with pre-cum, and Jensen licked his tongue over the top, then narrowed his tongue to dip it into the slit. Josh’s intoxicating juices exploded in his mouth and made his mind swim.

“Come on, baby, take more.” Josh ran his fingers through Jensen’s hair then fisted his hands, holding him in place.

Jensen relaxed his jaw and swallowed down Josh’s cock. The thickness nearly choked him, but he forced his breath out through his nose. He dug his nails into the tough muscle of Josh’s ass, wanting him to move faster and fuck his mouth the way Jensen wanted to do to Josh’s body.

Josh’s movement sped up, and Jensen hollowed out his cheeks, applying more pressure. A thin line of drool ran down his chin. With Josh’s cock swelling, he couldn’t swallow down all the juices flooding his mouth.

The moans that left Josh’s mouth bounced off the walls and echoed in Jensen’s ears. It was as if Josh were serenading him a song he composed for him alone, and Jensen couldn’t get enough. He opened his eyes to watch as this strong man came undone. Josh’s eyes were clenched tight, and his lips were pulled back over his teeth as if he were snarling. Jensen noticed the sharp canines piercing Josh’s lower lips, but it didn’t frighten him. If Josh wanted to hurt him he would have done so by now.

“Suck harder!” Josh demanded. “Make me come.”

Jensen pulled his lips snug around the pulsing cock and used his tongue to play over the flared head. Josh jerked forward, shoving his cock further down Jensen’s mouth. He had to fight to keep from biting down on the invasion. No matter how rough Josh got, Jensen didn’t want it to end.

A loud howl rolled off of Josh’s tongue as hot, salty semen filled Jensen’s mouth. He tried to swallow around the bulging cock, but his attempts failed and cum dribbled out the corners of his mouth.

After a few more forward thrusts, Josh pulled out and climbed off of him. His breathing was erratic, and his cheeks flushed with bright color. Jensen sat up and swallowed down his lover’s release and used the sheet to wipe away what had leaked down his chin.

“That was amazing,” Josh said on a sigh. He smiled up at Jensen.

“Glad you enjoyed it.” Jensen bent down and kissed Josh on the lips. He winced when his own aching cock brushed against the bed. In his pursuit to give Josh the best blow job of his life, he had ignored his own body’s needs.

“Do you want me to help you with that?” Josh asked, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“What did you have in mind?” Jensen bent closer to Josh’s chest and licked around one of his nipples.

“I can do what I did last night.” Josh groaned as Jensen continued to play with the man’s pebbled peaks.

Jensen was barely listening. He continued to lick around the round disk and edged a hand down between Josh’s legs, walking his fingers down around Josh’s nut sack until his fingers brushed along the small opening. He could feel the warmth radiating from Josh’s center and couldn’t wait to feel that tight heat around his dick.




Jake took a deep breath and pulled on every wolf instinct in him to try and make out a scent. His eyes watered from the brisk, cold air. Just as he filled his lungs for a second time a man stepped out of the house. The sweet aroma of freshly baked bread and honey fanned under his nose. His eyes fell shut as the smell took control of his body and his dick twitched in his pants.

Shaking off his arousal, Jake opened his eyes. The young man wore a pair of blue jeans that were covered in dirt and grime and had holes in the knees. His flannel shirt hung loose around his body, buttoned clear up to his neck, and a vest jacket over that.

Jake shifted to get a better look at the man’s face. Even with the distance separating them Jake could see the light blue of the man’s eyes. They almost looked milky white with a swirl of blue bleeding through it. The man’s skin was pale with deep, dark circles under both eyes. Jake watched as the man straightened from staking the wood that had fallen from the pile and his shaggy brown hair fell across his face. The layers lay in different lengths as if he had cut his hair himself and done a terrible job at it.

Mine! a voice inside his head screamed. Jake straightened and made to stand up.

“What are you doing?” Holden hissed in a low voice. He grabbed Jake by the arm and yanked him back down to the ground.

Holden’s tight grip on his arm shook him from his trance. He turned to look at Holden. “He’s mine.”

“What?” Holden mouthed. His jaw went slack.

“He’s my mate.” He tried to get up but Holden refused to let go of his arm.

“If you go over there spouting off that you’re his mate he might freak out.” Seth leaned closer to whisper.

Jake stared hard at Seth. No one was going to keep him from his mate. A low growl bubbled up his chest and his lips pulled back as he snarled at Seth.

The sound of something thudding to the ground had all three of them looking back toward the small cabin.

“Who’s out there?” the man shouted.

Jake tried to stand up but Holden still had a death grip on his hand. “Let go of me.” His voice came out garbled. His canines had lengthened from his gums and his lips and cheeks were puffed out.

“I said”—the man paused and the distinct sound of a shotgun cocking traveled to his ears—“who’s out there?”

“Let go,” he snapped at Holden.

“Dude, no way.” Holden pointed in Jake’s mate’s directions. “He’s got a fucking gun in his hands. He’s prepared to shoot and that means even you. Mate or not.”

“The bond between mates is strong. I’m sure once he catches smell of me he’ll put it away.”

Holden looked from him then to Seth who just shrugged his shoulders. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Are you serious?” Holden whispered dramatically. “He could get shot, that’s what.”

Jake peeled Holden’s fingers from his arm. “I’ll be fine. Trust me.” He gave his friend one last reassuring smile then stood up. “Hi,” he called out in a friendly tone. His mate widened his stance and aimed the gun at his chest. Jake put his hands up in surrender. “I’m not going to hurt you. I swear it.” He took a few more steps forward.

“Stop right there, mister.” Jake could see his mate’s knuckles glow bright white from the hard grip he had on the gun. “Just turn around and forget you ever saw me or this place.”

“Why would I do that?” Jake’s arms fell to his sides. “Can’t you feel it?” He continued to walk toward his mate.

“I said to stop!” the man shouted. “Get off my property!”

Jake ignored his mate’s warning and kept walking. Maybe if he got close enough the other man would feel the connection and put the gun away.

He smiled at his mate who never dropped the gun. The barrel aimed right at his chest and for one brief moment Jake thought he saw a slight hesitation in the man’s resolve, but no. His mate curled his finger and a shot rang out.

What the hell? He shot me. Jake fell to the ground. The hard dirt floor didn’t soften the impact. Warmth spread out across his chest and he stared blindly up at the graying sky. The nerves in his body came awake with a jolt and pain fanned out from where he’d been shot. His vision went fuzzy and he thought he felt someone touching him. All sound was drowned out by his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He wanted to get up but he couldn’t get his body to comply.

Jake let his eyes fall shut. If he just rested for a few minutes he’d be okay. He’d heal and be fine. And when he woke up the first thing he’d do is take that shotgun from his mate and toss it off the nearest cliff.




Jake rolled over on top of Carl. The hunger in his mate’s eyes spoke to his soul and his wolf demanded he give his mate pleasure. He had never been with another man before but his instincts took over. It was as if his body knew how to please its mate.

He kissed Carl until he was gasping for air then slowly worked his way down his mate’s body. Through the layers of clothes Carl wore Jake could still feel his mate’s bones where they stuck out to pronounce from his body. Once they rescued Casper, Jake was going to make sure both the brothers received the care they needed and all the food they could ever want. Both brothers were in desperate need of gaining some weight. It wasn’t healthy to be so thin.

Carl’s body trembled and his breathing picked up the lower Jake went. He shoved up the material that hung over Carl’s stomach and kissed the heated skin. Carl’s abdomen quivered as Jake tongued his navel. Jake sat back on his knees and fumbled with the fastening on Carl’s jeans. Finally he was able to free the snap and parted the zipper. He glanced up to see Carl staring back at him. Carl chewed on his lower lip and Jake could see the uncertainty playing across his face.

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” Jake reassured. “I just want to see you.”

Carl gave a jerky nod and Jake pulled back the rough denim. His mate’s cock pushed at the waistband of his briefs and Jake could smell his arousal where it damped the material. Jake dipped down and inhaled the wild scent of Carl’s pre-cum. He sucked around the coarse fabric trying to take in all Carl’s tangy goodness.

A low, steady growl began deep in his chest and Jake’s fingernails started to grow. He used the tip of his forefinger to slice the briefs down the center. Carl’s cock lay heavy against his hip. The moonlight hit the reddened skin and Jake traced each and every thick vein with his eyes. He needed a taste.

Before Carl could protest, he leaned down and swallowed down his mate’s velvety hardness. Carl cried out and his hands went to grip Jake around the ears. The action caused a bite of pain to make his eyes water but he didn’t stop. He licked, sucked, and nibbled along Carl’s shaft. He filed away every detail to memory.

“Jake!” Carl cried. “Please.” His mate didn’t say another word as Jake took Carl’s full length down the back of his throat. He swallowed around the thickness, letting his throat muscle massage Carl’s cock.

Jake carefully clasped Carl’s balls in his hands. The small orbs were drawn up tight, signaling that Carl was close. Jake sped up his movements and used his free hand to jack the excess length that didn’t fit into his mouth. Spit ran down Carl’s shaft and Jake used that to ease the friction.

“Jake,” Carl said on a long moan as his salty juices filled Jake’s mouth.

He gulped down Carl’s cum as it pumped into his mouth. It had a bitter saltiness combined with a sweetness that Jake would always hunger for.

Carl’s cock started to grow soft and he let the shaft slip from his mouth. Now that his mate was taken care of he needed to find his relief and soon.

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