AVAILABLE: Wednesday, October 12th
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Futuristic, Paranormal, Vampires, Light Bondage, MM, HEA]
No one is perfect…
As McBride struggles to hold his world together, he is forced to make sacrifices that block him from any chance of happiness with Caleb, the eldest Morgan brother. Still, he’s determined to buy all his men mates. Since Ollie rejected his thrall for another, McBride gives Easton to Jared.
Easton Jones is bright and bubbly, but he’s hiding a terrible secret that he fears will push his new mate away. He’s already been rejected once, and he is terrified that it will happen again. Still, he doesn’t have any choice but to go to Jared.
Jared Morgan is sick of being alone, but if his brother didn’t want Easton, there has to be a good reason. Despite his reservations, Jared decides to give it a shot—and falls hard for Easton.
Just as the two seem to be growing closer, the truth comes out that Easton isn’t as untouched as he seems. When another brother steps in to lay claim to Easton, will Jared decide that purity matters more to him than being with a man he’s fallen in love with?
He needed a hero…
While the virus ravages the town, the Morgan brothers are determined to protect the farm. When an interloper is spotted, Devon Morgan investigates, stunned to find a beautiful but battered thrall. Terrified of being used by a bunch of randy and thirsty slammers, Karsten Jones gives himself to Devon, hoping for his protection, but assuaging the lust of one man might be more than Karsten can handle. Devon has always enjoyed the idea of being a hero, but given a chance to become one in real life leaves him torn between bringing his dreams to life and following his instincts. Keeping Karsten’s best interests in mind helps him make the right decisions, but when bloodlust hits him for the first time, will he destroy the fragile trust they’ve built? While the two men struggle to come to terms, Caleb and McBride try to compromise, but when neither man is willing to bend, one of them makes a heartbreaking decision.
Jared couldn’t wait to see his potential mate be milked. After hearing the two other thralls on the farm talk about the curious process, he’d dreamed of watching it. That hadn’t surprised him, but when he’d dreamed of feeling himself being milked, he’d been horrified. He’d woken up with messy sheets and a vague sense of unease. He was a slammer, and when he got a thrall it was he who would penetrate his mate, not the other way around. Jared had wanted to ask someone if his strange dreams and weirder desires were normal, but he kept everything inside. He didn’t want to be mocked. Caleb’s behavior had been much better once McBride told him to control himself if he wanted a thrall of his own, but now that the world was changing again, Jared had no idea if Caleb would hold to that promise anymore.
And for all any of them knew, Easton might be the last thrall that came onto the farm. If Jared rejected him, there may not be another for a long time or even ever. Jared knew that, but he still wanted to see the milking and make sure Easton wasn’t rejected by Ollie because he’d used him and found him unsatisfactory. Jared still didn’t quite believe that Ollie had given up a mate to focus on becoming a cook. Ollie had always been passionate about food, but he’d been just as passionate about having a mate.
There was a knock at the door.
“That will be the valet.” McBride rose, his massive height and bulk seeming to fill up the tiny house. Jared had never said anything, but he found himself in awe of his master. McBride exuded power and control, two things that Jared felt he lacked. “Are you sure you want to do this outside?”
“Yes.” Easton nodded eagerly. “As long as my owner doesn’t mind?”
Jared shook his head. He didn’t mind anyone watching what they were doing. It was on the tip of his tongue to correct Easton that he wasn’t his owner yet, but he chose not to do that. So far, Easton had been very indulgent with letting Jared inspect him. He didn’t need to be rude to get his way.
McBride strode out onto the porch where the valet was waiting. In clipped, concise terms, McBride explained what he wanted the mechanical servant to do.
“Yes, sir. Here, sir?” The valet examined the porch.
“Here, in the sun.” Easton stepped to the edge of the wooden porch that faced toward Ollie’s house. The place was vacant now that Ollie was living in the big house as McBride’s cook. Jared was hoping they could turn the house into some kind of recreation area with books, a gamer, and things like that, but he didn’t want to bother McBride with that now.
“Very good. Please lean forward.”
As Easton got into position, Jared stood next to him. He wanted to caress his own cock as he watched, but he didn’t because he wasn’t sure if that would be considered strange. “Wait.”
“What’s wrong?” McBride moved next to them, concern darkening his face.
“Can I touch him?” Jared wanted to hold Easton’s cock and feel the pulse of his climax. When McBride didn’t answer right away, Jared looked up and discovered a lusty grin transforming the harshness of his features.
“Do you mind if he touches you while you’re being milked?” McBride asked Easton.
Jared thought that McBride could just order him to submit, but that wasn’t the kind of man McBride was. He was never bossy or overbearing. Jared realized that if he wanted to be happy with Easton, he shouldn’t treat him like a thing without any rights. If he respected him and asked, he would probably be allowed to do whatever he wished. It was all in how he treated his potential mate. Respect begat respect. Jared filed that away for future reference should he find Easton acceptable.
Easton looked over at Jared. “I’d like that very much.” His cheeks turned pink as he looked down then back up.
Jared swallowed hard. He’d never been so aroused in his life. Something about the way Easton had glanced at him and blushed excited him. He felt like a hunter, zeroing in on his prey. But not to rip him apart and eat him. No. Jared wanted to mount him and fuck him. Stepping forward, he pressed against Easton’s side, and then slid his hand down until he cupped Easton’s prick.
Easton’s skin was very soft, but his cock was hard. Holding him gave Jared another surge of power that he found profoundly enjoyable. What intrigued him was that it wasn’t the power to hurt Easton, but the power to be able to give him pleasure. That was the most amazing sense of control he’d ever had.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Easton didn’t have a chance to play hard to get, because Jared eased him backward until he was lying on the table.
“I’m inspecting my mate.” Jared made a great show of looking Easton over. He extended his limbs all the way, counted his fingers and toes, and then he poked, prodded, and probed every spot he could reach before he placed a chair between Easton’s tightly pressed together legs. “Don’t be shy now, boy. A man wants to see what he’s paying for.”
Easton burst into gales of laughter. “You sound just like the thrall merchant!”
“I do?” Jared peered at Easton as he trailed one finger down the line made by his held-together thighs. “Come on, now, and spread your legs.”
The look on Jared’s face was playful but passionate. A long time ago, Easton had understood perfectly the reason for erotic play. It was a way of easing tensions and readying oneself for the time when play would become real life. Easton felt a charge of fear galvanize his body, because there had been one who took play too far, but that was long ago, and he trusted the man above him. Jared wouldn’t hurt him or use him then toss him aside. He wasn’t that kind of man. With his help, Easton parted his legs.
Jared’s gaze moved from his belly down his legs. “You’re really beautiful.”
“You sound surprised.”
“I’ve just never thought of myself in that way.” Easton would gladly change his opinion of that, because every time Jared looked at him, he felt more stunning than he ever had.
“If you don’t want me to do this, I don’t have to.” Jared started to press Easton’s legs back together, but Easton forced them apart.
“I want you to see me. All of me. I know you won’t be cruel.”
“Cruel? Oh, no. Not ever.” Jared leaned forward and kissed each of Easton’s knees then settled himself on the chair he’d placed between his legs.
Easton closed his eyes, wondering what he looked like to his mate. He heard the chair scrape across the floor, and then he felt Jared’s breath tickling the inside of his thighs. It seemed like forever since either of them had said something, but Easton didn’t want to be pushy, so he kept quiet.
“Relax. Let me just look at you.”
Easton wasn’t so certain that he could release the tension in his body, but then Jared’s big hands made soothing circles on his legs as he eased them back. Eventually, Easton was holding his legs up with his hands cupped behind his knees.
“You really are pink.”
Easton looked down right as Jared looked up.
“You’re pink and perfect and—”
Jared’s face disappeared, and the next thing Easton knew was the feel of his tongue making soothing circles around the tight ring of flesh that protected his hole. Unable to control himself, he uttered a cry of surrender and then said something about giving himself completely to Jared as long as he didn’t stop.
“I won’t stop.” Jared teased his pointed tongue all over his most sensitive and private flesh, making Easton wonder about the presentation of his body, but when he recalled they had just showered, he relaxed and spread his legs wider apart. When he’d first read of one man doing this to another, he had thought the nature of it unclean, but not now. It was wonderful. What amazed him was how sensitive the skin of his ass was. He swore he could feel each delicate bump on the surface of Jared’s tongue. But then Jared surprised him yet again by making the same slow circles with the smooth back of his tongue. Rough and smooth took turns stroking over his hole.
“Fill me. I swear I will die if you don’t.”
Jared looked up at him, and his face was that of a hungry beast. He didn’t want food or blood, but flesh. Jared wanted to sink his prick into the tight heat of Easton’s body, and nothing was going to stop him. He was an animal in need of mating, and Easton was willingly spread before him.
A shadow passed over his face, offering him slim comfort against the heat and light that beat down on him. After a great struggle, Karsten opened his eyes. Above him was a man with extremely short black hair and unusual aquamarine eyes. Surely, Karsten was hallucinating. No way would his savior be the most handsome man he’d ever seen. But maybe after all the abuse he’d suffered, the gods were being kind to him. Or maybe not. Karsten didn’t believe in any gods, so he couldn’t understand why any of them would be interested in his fate one way or the other. This man, whoever he was, if he was real or not, was just another blood drinker who would scrabble at his neck looking for a place to bite. In their haste, they hadn’t tried tools to remove his locked collar. They just shoved the pink leather out of the way and bit him as best they could. The pain had flared to utter agony, but now that his entire body hurt, he hardly noticed one spot anymore.
“I’m sorry I can’t do much but keep the sun off your face.”
Karsten struggled to comprehend. It took a moment to realize that what the man had done was take his hat off and hold it so it cast a shadow over Karsten’s face, blocking out the harshness of the sun. It was the most minor of gestures, but it gave Karsten a taste of hope. Would this man help him?
“I’m Devon. I live here. It’s a tallos farm.” He smiled, but it was clear he wasn’t happy, and Karsten realized Devon wasn’t sad about himself or where he lived, but he was barely able to look at Karsten without wincing. Karsten thought he must look beyond dreadful. “Well, it was a tallos farm, but given what’s happened with the world, we aren’t growing that anymore.”
“No?” Karsten asked only to keep Devon talking. He had a low voice that was somehow powerful yet soothing at the same time.
“No. Well, we’re going to harvest what’s planted now to use for ourselves, but Jonas is teaching everyone to plant and grow food. Not that we don’t have stores, because we do, but we’ll need more. Especially if we get more men out here. We need a few more men.”
Karsten watched as a blush washed over the big man’s features. Somehow, he managed to look even more virile in his embarrassment. Strong but sweet. Karsten wouldn’t let himself believe what he was seeing. He’d thought the mob of gentrymen that had yanked him out of the thrall house was rescuing him from the marauding slammers, but they’d trussed him up and viciously used him. In a very short time, Karsten had learned not to trust anyone. Even this kindly stranger could be planning all kinds of sick perversities behind his compelling eyes.
“Your poor head.” Devon let go of the hat, laying it on Karsten’s chest. He leaned back and took his shirt off. Karsten was going to scream, to struggle, but Devon only folded it up and tucked the roll of fabric behind Karsten’s head. “I know it’s not much, but it will have to do for now.”
To Karsten, it was everything. In the last two days, no one had done anything for him at all. They had taken what they wanted from him—blood—not caring in the least that they were killing him. He couldn’t even remember how he’d gotten away.
Devon picked up his hat and used it to shield Karsten’s face from the sun again. The respite from the pain gave him a flash of memory. The slammers and gentrymen had turned on one another. While they were fighting, Karsten had managed to free himself and hurried away. He wondered if they’d even noticed.
“I guess it’s pretty bad out there.” Devon lifted his head and looked back presumably down the way Karsten had come.
“Every street was filled with madness.”
Devon nodded, which caused the hat in his hand to waver. Sun struck Karsten’s face, making him blink rapidly. He thought about just closing his eyes, but if this man was thinking of taking advantage he wanted to see it coming. Not that he could do anything to protect himself, just that he’d rather know than not.
“Sorry.” When Devon realized Karsten was getting blinded, he moved over so that his massive body blocked the sun. He plunked the hat on his head, shading his eyes but somehow making them stand out. “I don’t have the tools to cut you free.”
Karsten wanted to cry, but he didn’t have the water left in his body to do so. Besides, he couldn’t get any more miserable than he already was. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“I would never.” Devon settled down in the black dirt on his knees. “Soon the others will come and—”
“No!” Karsten struggled to get up so he could run, but all his pathetic attempt did was hurt his already battered wrists.
“Whoa.” Devon placed his big hand on Karsten’s chest to hold him still.
Somehow, his touch contained him but didn’t scare him. How could that be? When any of the others had touched him, he screamed out in fear and impotent anger. Karsten stopped when his cries didn’t bring help but only brought more men who fought to use him.
“My brothers aren’t mindless men looking to take advantage of others. Three of them have thralls of their own.”
“No.” Devon’s gaze darted away then returned. “But I wouldn’t hurt you, either.”
“I’m not going to last.” Devon’s eyes were enhanced by the yellowish glow, making them richer aquamarine and very intense.
Karsten rose up just enough to slide Devon’s cock up and down the split in his ass. Each pass he made, Karsten pressed the head of his prick a little deeper into his hole. From the way Devon was tightening his body, it was clear he was doing everything he could not to move. His struggle was somehow beautiful. Erotic torture enhanced Devon’s need and aroused Karsten’s to a point where he forgot everything that had led him to this moment with this man. He was here fully and had no intention of stopping until he claimed him.
Rising up onto his knees, Karsten leaned over and kissed Devon. It was hungry and almost frantic, spelling out his need more clearly than his throbbing cock. As Karsten positioned the knob of his prick against his hole, Devon’s eyes opened wide.
Eye to eye and heart to heart, Karsten moved slowly back, taking his mate within the gripping heat of his body. The outer sphincter was tight, fighting each incremental bit of Devon’s prick, but Karsten kept up the pressure. After an excruciatingly long time, his knob popped inside. Karsten whimpered, and Devon growled. For a moment, Karsten held steady, enjoying the first level of penetration. Rolling his hips caused his rectum to clench around the tip of Devon’s cock. Around he went until Devon was straining against the ropes. Every muscle in his arms, chest, and even his neck flexed. Somehow, seeing that power constrained excited Karsten more than he thought possible.
“I do believe my captain enjoys being scallywagged.”
“Zooks, yes! You can have the boat and everything on it if you’ll just keep letting my cock sink into your tight little hole.”
“Everything?” Karsten toyed with him by rising up until Devon’s cock almost pulled all the way out, but then he’d sink back down to the same spot. Nothing in the world had ever felt as good as Devon’s prick. Nothing he’d heard in class or from his fellow thralls could adequately describe the feeling of fullness, of completeness, that was taking his mate’s cock inside his body. It was indescribable. “You’re willing to let me have everything?”
“All of it.”
“Body, soul, and blood?”
Devon met Karsten’s gaze and all the playacting fell away. They were suddenly just man to man with nothing between them but honesty.
“Body, soul, and blood.” Devon lifted his head up so he could kiss Karsten. Unlike his earlier frantic kiss, this one was soft, sweet, and sealed their deal.
Karsten lowered himself a bit more, watching Devon’s reaction. Each incremental bit deeper made him catch his breath and hold it for just a moment before he released it. When Karsten had taken him about halfway, Devon lifted his head and growled, showing that his canines were fully extended. A burst of fear caused Karsten to clench around Devon’s cock, but he relaxed in the next breath. He was safe. He was in charge. And quite suddenly, the idea of being bitten wasn’t nearly so scary. Somehow, it was different. Not just because he was with one man rather than a gang of them, but because he was with a man he cared about. A man with whimsy, kindness, and compassion. As Karsten sank down a bit lower, he realized he was falling in love with Devon. He gasped at the recognition. Love was something every thrall hoped for and so few probably found.
When Devon looked up, his gaze searching Karsten’s face, he saw a flash of it there. Just a hint of love that would bloom fully with time. If Karsten made the effort to nurture what had just barely been planted, he’d be rewarded with a mate who would stand by him no matter what happened to the world.
“I think I’m falling in love with you.” Before Devon could answer, Karsten took the rest of his cock into himself until he was pressing down completely against Devon’s hips. Having him fully within only intensified the feeling of bonding to him.
“I think I’m falling, too.” Devon uttered a stunned kind of growly breath. All his muscles tightened, but he didn’t buck, and Karsten knew he wanted to.
Since his mate was bound and determined to let Karsten lead, he lifted and lowered himself, sliding Devon’s cock in and out.
Devon watched him with heavily lidded eyes. “It’s like you’re dancing on me. A very sensual dance.”
Karsten lifted his hands. Using his entire body, he writhed upon his mate, loving the way his cock twitched every time he took him all the way inside. When Devon got too close to release, Karsten would continue to dance, but he would relax the grip he had on his cock. When he wanted to increase his torment, he tightened his entire body.
“You wicked, wicked man.” Devon grinned.
“And to think you have already given me your ship and yourself.”
“You want more?” Devon gasped as Karsten suddenly plunged down and tightened hard.
“I do.” Karsten lifted up until Devon’s cock was entirely outside his body. He held the tip pressed against his hole, loving the look of erotic torment on Devon’s face.
“Anything! Just don’t stop!”
“Next time when we play this game, you’ll have to scallywag me.”
“I will. I swear that I will scallywag you until your eyes—cross!”
Karsten chose that moment to plunge downward, taking all of Devon’s cock inside him at once.