[Siren Classic: Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Consensual BDSM, Contemporary, Shape-shifters, Witches, Werewolves, Sex Toys, Spanking, MF, HEA]
Her Bear Protector
From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile. Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.
Bear Shifter Ronan recognizes his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question. As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires. The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…
The Witch's Protector
They’re the men mothers warn their daughters to stay away from.
In 1957 the tiny village of Middle Brook is caught between two warring MCs, the Mongrels and the Lupines. As a fledgling Guardian witch, not yet in full control of her immense powers, Joanne Lilley knows to stay away. When she witnesses the Mongrels leader being run off the road, the instant connection she feels to the wolf shifter changes everything. Is he the one destined to awaken her?
Henry Hastings is the Alpha of his pack and the village’s Protector. He’s a man with a vision—all shifters will unite against the evil that haunts Cumbria at night—something the Lupines vehemently oppose. Finding his mate is a young and innocent witch wasn't part of that vision, but the fates have decided.
Being with him places Joanne in danger, as her awakened powers are sought by his enemies.
When disaster strikes, Henry is faced with an impossible choice…
Her Bear Protector
“You’re mine, Tina.” Ronan interrupted her and she squealed in alarm when he jumped up, rounded the breakfast bar and stood behind her. Ronan caged her in with his arms, and placed a hand each on the bar in front of her. With her back pressed into his chest, she had nowhere to go and a shudder went through her when he inhaled deeply against her neck. He indulged his bear by nibbling on her earlobe and he licked her fragrant skin right over her rapidly beating pulse point. Tina jumped and groaned, and her musk increased, making it incredibly difficult for Ronan to step away. Step away he did, however, and Tina drew a shuddering breath into her lungs.
He dropped back into the chair opposite her, took a long swig of his coffee, and winked at her.
Some of the tension went out of her frame.
“Why me?” she asked.
Ronan sobered and put his cup down slowly.
“Why not you, babe?” Her head came up sharply at that and she glared at him. Ronan put a hand out to placate her. “That didn’t come out right, forgive me. What I mean is who is to say why someone is attracted to anyone else. Why you can look at one person and know instantly she is the one for you, even though you know you can never have her.”
Tina fidgeted on her seat. She couldn’t quite bring herself to look at him, and he knew he had her there. Ronan had sensed her instant attraction to him the minute they’d met. It might have only been pure lust on her part, but wasn’t that how all great love affairs started?
“I guess it’s even more complicated for us shifters. We don’t really get a choice when our animal finds its mate. For us, that moment is it. There’ll never be another person we will care as deeply for, or will want to build a family with. Which is all hunky dory when the other person is a shifter, too, because they’ll be as equally enthralled with you. Things get more complicated when you mix species.”
He watched her closely for her reaction, but apart from a slight widening of her eyes, there was none. Tina looked simply deep in thought, and his bear growled and started to pace.
The beast had enough of talking. He wanted Ronan to simply grab her and force the bond between them.
“What exactly are you?” she asked, and it was his turn to blink at the sudden change of topic. Tina finally looked up and there was a maelstrom of emotions chasing the clouds in her eyes. “Apart from a bear, I mean. What happened here last night, and who could have damaged you so badly? You shift into a freaking grizzly? What else is out there, that I should know about? And don’t tell me, it’s dealt with and I don’t have to worry, because I do. Worry that is. My heart near damn stopped when I turned up and saw the state of the house, and then found you looking like that.”
His smile grew the more she rambled on, the words tumbling out of her faster and faster, until she was forced to stop to take a breath.
“Good, breathe, woman. Any minute now you were going to turn blue from lack of oxygen, babe.”
She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Don’t call me—”
“Babe, I know. How about baby? Darling? Honey? Sweetie pie? Kitten?” His chest shook in silent laughter, as she got more and annoyed.
“This isn’t funny. What the fuck is wrong with calling me Tina. That is my name, after all.”
Ronan sobered and allowed more of his bear to show in his next words.
“And what is wrong with me wanting to call my woman by a special name, just for us. One she knows will mean, we’re in a scene, and being sassy will get her put over my knee, until her ass is lovely and red.”
Tina froze as though in shock, but it wasn’t disgust he sensed coming off her but excitement. His bear growled his approval, and Tina opened her mouth as though to say something. Nothing came out, however, bar her rapid breaths.
Ronan leant forward and tucked an errant strand of her hair back behind her ears. She’d left it loose and it fell down her shoulders in a silken mass of black that meant he wanted to bury his hands in it, and never let her go. Every minute he spent with her he fell further under her spell, and she still didn’t know everything about him.
“Cat got your tongue, Tina?”he asked, and pushed back to give her some space. This had to be her decision, after all, and he had coerced her enough. It was testament to her inner strength that she still sat there, and hadn’t run away screaming. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she had, and of course she might still do that. That thought made his bear try to gain the upper hand but Ronan was fully healed now, and in full control. He wouldn’t be rushed by anyone for something this important, inner animal or not.
Tina blinked and a wan smile kicked up her full mouth. Lips that he was suddenly desperate to taste. Again Ronan adjusted his cock and this time, Tina’s gaze dropped to the action. She licked her lips, whether unconscious move or by design, he couldn’t quite determine, but he reacted in Pavlov fashion anyhow.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll be mighty tempted to spank that ass of yours right now.”
Blood rushed in her ears and she yanked at her restraints, but it was useless.
“Sir?” She hated the wobble in her voice, but where was he?
“I’m right here, babe. I can see you, and let me tell you, the sight of you bound and naked to do with as I please makes me so damn hard. I might have to jack off to make this last.”
Tina moaned at the mental images that brought to mind, and Ronan chuckled. The bed dipped again and he ran his hands up and down her arms and over her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and pulled. Tina gasped and arched her back into his touch. Every roll and pluck made her pussy clench, and she couldn’t help her moan of need.
“Yes, you like that, don’t you? Such sensitive nipples. I wonder what you will make of these.” Something cold touched her nipples, to be replaced by his mouth. Ronan suckled hard and then attached something to her hard peak. Tina went rigid when he tightened the tension.
“Sir, please, that hurts.”
He stopped whatever it was he was doing immediately and some of the pressure on her nipple eased.
“Yellow.” She squirmed to try and get away from the tight feeling around her nipple and he loosened it further, until she could breathe easily again.
“How about now, babe?”
It was on the tip of her tongue to cry yellow again, if not red, but actually there was no need. It felt strange, but it didn’t hurt anymore, and she took a deep breath and murmured, “Green, Sir.”
“Good girl.” The obvious approval in his deep voice sent waves of heated arousal across her skin. She would just about do anything to please him, she realized with a start.
His mouth closed around her other nipple and she squirmed anew as he suckled that nub until it felt hugely distended. Tina clenched her thighs together to relieve the ache in her pussy, and he blew across her nipple. It felt cold against her slick skin, and this time when he clamped whatever it was on that side, she welcomed the slight pinch. He adjusted it to just the right pressure and Tina slipped a little deeper into the sensations assaulting her.
“If only you could see yourself, babe. Those are nipple clamps, linked by a chain, and if I do this…” Something tugged at her nipples at the same time, and Tina arched her back and moaned. Oh lord, that felt way too good. Tiny shards of pain skittered from her nipples in an invisible line to her clit, and she panted her arousal.
Ronan’s chuckle sunk into her consciousness like molten chocolate, and his next words sent her on fire.
“You look so fucking sexy, babe. I’ve got my cock in my hand and I’m stroking it for you. My fingers are wet with my pre-cum. Here, taste what you do to me.”
He ran his fingers along the seam of her mouth, and Tina opened eagerly. His unique salty musk exploded on her taste buds, and she sucked the digits further into her mouth. Ronan groaned, the bed dipped, and she needed no encouragement to open her legs wide. Instead of taking her however like she expected him to do, something cold hit the inside of her thigh and she yelped in surprise. He withdrew his fingers and surprise turned into a moan when that thing started to vibrate and Ronan held it right over her clit. Pleasure surged and her hips bucked upward to get closer to those delicious vibrations. Her orgasm build in ever tighter circles, and just as she was about to fly off that cliff, the vibrations stopped.
Tina yanked at her restraints and swore.
“Fuck, noooooo, damn it.”
A swat to her thigh was her reward, and Ronan’s voice held an edge of steel.
“Such foul language from my girl. I think she needs something else to occupy that mouth.”
Before she could even grasp his intentions, the bed dipped next to her head, and he hooked his finger into her mouth to force it open. His scent enveloped her when he pushed his cock past her lips, and Tina eagerly opened wider.
Her scalp stung, as Ronan wrapped his hands into her hair and fucked her mouth. It took mere moments for his cock to pulse and for the first drops of his cum to hit the back of her throat.
Tina swallowed, but Ronan pulled out and the hot splashes of his seed hit her breasts instead. Ronan’s bear roared with so much intensity the bed shook, and Tina’s stomach clenched in need. Fire raced through her veins, and then Ronan kissed her with so much heated intensity it left her in no doubt of his feelings. He kissed a path along her jaw and down her neck, where he suckled the sensitive skin with enough force to leave a hickey.
“You look so fucking hot dripping in my cum. You’re mine, Tina, and I want everyone to know that.” The growled words sent her pussy into spasms, and when he clicked the vibrator back on, Tina screamed as her orgasm raced through her.
Again and again he coaxed her into one orgasm after another, until she begged him to stop.
“No, one more, for your Sir.”
The Witch's Protector
Heavens above, it should be illegal for any man fill his clothes like Henry did. Like the rest of his pack, who kickstarted their bikes, the minute they spotted her, he now wore a leather jacket, with the Mongrels inscribed on it. His nostrils flared as she approached, and his eyes bled briefly to the soft glow of his wolf and Joanne forgot to breathe for the few steps it took to reach him. Just like before he seemed to command her will with the intensity of his piercing blue gaze. He grasped her hand when she got close enough, and inhaled against her neck.
“Breathe, little red. You’ll enjoy this, trust me.”
There was that word again—trust. Joanne pulled a shuddering breath into her lungs, and gave a tight nod.
Henry smiled and kickstarted his own bike. The powerful machine roared into life and Joanne could feel the vibrations rise up through her toes. Oh my, she hadn’t really been expecting that, as her clit contracted and shivers of excitement darted across her skin.
The infuriating man noticed of course, because he revved the engine up more, winked at her, and then leant down to whisper in her ear.
“Just think about sitting on top of this, with all those vibrations right where you need them. You have my permission to come as many times as you want, as long as you imagine it’s my cock inside your tight little pussy.”
Joanne opened her mouth to give him what for, but nothing came out bar a strangled squeak, and Henry laughed and revved the motor even more. He handed her a Mongrels leather jacket and the ugliest helmet ever, and having recovered her equilibrium somewhat, she stared at him.
“You have got to be kidding me, if you think I’ll put that on my head.”
Henry ignored her, straddled his bike, and grinned.
“You’re the one who insists she needs to get home. I’ll be quite happy to keep you here, little red, preferably tied to my bed and gagged, so that you can’t mouth off at me.” He paused for a second, and Joanne knew she had blushed as red as the late blooming roses wrapped around the porch of the pack house at those outrageous words. He hadn’t tempered his voice either, and his assembled men all grinned.
Oh he was going to pay for that, just as soon as she figured out how she could get him back for those words.
“Wear those, if you want to go home, or don’t wear them and stay here. Those are our choices, little red.” His tone had that edge of command that turned Joanne’s insides to mush, and meant she had scrambled into the jacket and plonked that god-awful helmet on her head before she even knew what she was doing. Henry crooked his finger at her and she dutifully stepped closer. The jacket had be one of his, because his scent surrounded her, and calmed her nerves.
Once she was close enough, he zipped the jacket all the way up, fastened the helmet under her chin, and dropped a kiss on her nose.
“Good girl, now that wasn’t so bad now, was it. Hop on.” He thumbed over his shoulder, and with a deep breath in Joanne clambered aboard the bike.
“Hold on tight now, little red.”
That was he only warning she got, before he tore down the dirt road that led up to the pack house, and Joanne shrieked, and hung on for dear life. His shoulders shook as though he was laughing at her, and she called him all sorts of names in her head. If only she could curse him into a toad or something.
Henry took a corner out of the forest and onto the main road, and even those thoughts flew out of her head, as the bike tipped and she screamed again. Oh. My. God. He was determined to kill them. By some miracle the bike didn’t veer off into the ditch, and once on the open road he went even faster. Air rushed by at dizzying speed, and Joanne was dimly aware of the other bikes surrounding them in a tight unit, before she screwed her eyes shut, buried her face in his broad back, and tried her best not to throw up.
After what seemed like an eternity they finally slowed down, and her terror fled. She became aware of the vibrations travelling up through her core, and she gave an experimental wiggle. Oh, that felt way too good. Before she could do it again, however, the engine shut off and Henry slowly pried her fingers off the death grip she had around his waist.
“Let go, little red, you’re home.”
The murmured words finally sunk in and she let go of him and opened her eyes. Olaf came up to hold the bike as Henry got off and then helped her of it.
“Steady there, sweetheart.”
He grasped her round the waist as her legs gave way and then to her dismay swept her up in to his arms and walked up to her cottage. Instead of opening her little gate he stepped over it, and before she knew that they were doing they were on her door step. Situated away from the road as it was, they couldn’t be seen, and Henry slowly slid her down his muscled frame, and then crowded her against her front door.
“Safely delivered home, see. I always keep my promises.”
He pulled her keys out of his jeans, opened the door for her and then pushed her up against the wall. One leg between hers, he used his body to hold her up while he grasped her hands and pinned her arms up on the wall above her head.
A shiver of need went down Joanne’s spine. Held like this by him, she couldn’t move as he filled her vision until all she wanted to do was surrender to him completely.
“Don’t move now, little red. I’ve got my razor in my hand.”
Fear coursed through her veins at the scraping sensation across her inner thigh, so close to the most sensitive part of her, and she didn’t dare breathe, when he scraped along her vulva and then lower.
“That’s my girl, but remember to breathe. I won’t cut you, I promise. There you are, all pink and hair free. Almost done, sweetheart.”
Breath coming in shallow gasps, Joanne could do nothing but absorb the erotic sensations, as she felt him part her inner lips and the cool blade slid against her flesh. Every stroke left heated tingles in its wake, and her clit clenched in need, until she was once again hovering on the brink of another release. How was it possible to have come so many times already, and crave yet more? By the time Henry had run the blade right up her anus and back, Joanne was ready to scream.
“All done, let me wash this off, and then, my sweet girl, I’m going to fuck you so hard.
There was a clink of something hitting glass, the cooling sensation of a wash cloth being laid over her pussy and then the bed dipped again. Joanne held her breath as she felt the thick, satiny soft skin of Henry’s dick slide through her sodden folds, and then he kissed her.
The pressure in her pussy became unbearable as Henry pushed slowly into her channel. Joanne yanked on her restraints, and whimpered into the kiss, as he inched in a bit, withdrew and then inched in a bit deeper with every slow and measured thrust.
He broke the kiss and ran his elongated canines along her neck, his breathing as harsh and uncoordinated as her own.
“Fuck, yes. You’re so tight around my dick, baby. So fucking tight. Relax, let me in. You can do this, sweetheart. Look at me.”
The edge of absolute command in his strained words meant she obeyed immediately and she gasped when she looked into the eyes of his wolf. Right now he looked more animal than human, his beast rippling under his skin, and her heart beat even faster. She ought to be terrified, but as his intoxicating scent increased, and pulled her further under his spell, a sense of rightness settled over her.
Henry smiled, showing a set of razor sharp teeth, and when he bent his head to bite down on the string between the pegs still clamped to her breasts, everything stilled. He yanked on the piece of cord and pain exploded in her nipples and shot in white hot darts of pure need straight down to her clit. A gush of her feminine arousal followed, and Henry slid fully into her cunt. With both holes filled and her Henry looming over her, Joanne could scarce breathe, as the waves of arousal pulled her under, and then he began to move.
Face contorted as though in pain he pumped his hips slowly in and out of her. One hand buried in her hair, the other clamped on her hip, he increased his pace slowly, and Joanne panted her need as every stroke sent her nerve endings into spasms of delight. His thick dick rubbed her clit on every stroke and Joanne climbed the dizzying heights of her impending orgasm at lightning speed. She hovered on the edge, gaze locked with his, and she whimpered and bucked against him, as her body took over. Only then did Henry let go, and he fucked in an out of her with enough force to shake the bed. The wet sounds of their frantic coupling filled the air around them, and the force of her orgasm hit her with the full speed of an out-of-control mustang.
“Yes, fly for me baby, come on.”
Joanne couldn’t keep her eyes open as her orgasm pulled her under and Henry moved faster still. He flung one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrusts, while he yanked out the plug in her ass. The action kept her orgasm rolling, as ripples of need shook her body.
Before she knew what was happening, Henry withdrew. Her arms came free, and he flung her face down on the bed. One of his beefy arms came round her waist to yank her butt up, and then the pressure in her ass was back. Only so much heavier than before. Joanne moaned and screamed and pushed against him, anything to stop the burning pain of his entry. By the time he was finally seated in her ass, and his balls hit her clit, another orgasm ripped through her, and Henry swore. Pain gave way to pleasure so intense that Joanne could hardly breathe.
“I’m fucking you right in the ass, baby. You’re mine, no one else’s but mine.”