[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Paranormal, Cowboy, Shape-shifters, MM, HEA]
On his return home after fifteen years serving in the military, Joe unearths a whole world of surprising revelations. His new neighbour, the sizzlingly sexy Aaron arrives, sending his libido into overdrive.
A young runaway, David, has escaped from a vicious cult who kidnaps young teens for profit…then shows Joe there is another reason for the cult’s interest—he’s a feline shape shifter. Unconcerned about the startling introduction to this strange new world, Joe is more interested in stopping the cult in its tracks—and ensuring it doesn’t rise again. Bringing in his former squad of highly-trained soldiers, battle lines are drawn, strategy decided—and the fight is on.
Then, as they come a-calling, Joe accidentally unleashes his more…furry side and discovers that the delectable Aaron is his life-mate…ready for the claiming—a challenge he has no problem rising to!
Sticks and Stones
Zack meets his love match in Sheriff Pace. He is determinedly in pursuit of his sexy mate, but the sheriff has other ideas. Pace wants to do the chasing. After a passionate encounter Pace chases after Zack to clear up a misunderstanding and the pair end up sharing some surprising secrets from their past.
Meanwhile Leo finds love with Lex, although his fierce feline side tries to dominate and he ends up hurting his mate in the process. Confused by his feelings he runs away only to get in trouble with a bunch of local hunters eager for an exotic pelt.
The Will and the Word, an evil cult intent on spreading their bigoted message, continues to invade the local town of Sage, which in turn hides a surprising and very disturbing secret. It takes the combined forces of Joe McKellar’s Two Spirits Ranch crew to investigate and destroy the zealous, prejudiced ambitions of the local mayor.
Joe had arrived fairly early that morning on the ranch and by mid-afternoon, he had worked up a sweat. Clad now in a pair of ratty blue jeans, he’d discarded his upper clothing and was now bare-chested, enjoying the cool breeze against his hot skin.
At six foot three, Joe was no puny weakling. Fifteen years on the front lines as an Army Ranger had kept his physique in trim, and his body rippled with hard, defined muscle. Tight sloping pecs, a six-pack which had the ladies drooling and biceps which rippled powerfully, inviting the touch of a caressing hand or explorative tongue.
Sweeping, mopping, cleaning everything in sight soon had the house in a state which he could sleep in. It took him a few hours since the place was a mess.
He kept out of his father’s room for now. He couldn’t face that for the moment. But everything else was fair game to the mop, ancient vacuum and a sweeping brush just a small step up from useless. Building a stack of the junk he carried out, he lit a bonfire and watched as old mouse-chewed furniture from the garage went up in smoke. The stuff had been there for a hundred years, judging by the state of it, and he wasn’t going to leave his new baby Bronco out in the cold.
He snorted, thinking his dad would give him that look at such nonsense. Recycle, recycle and recycle. That had been the motto. Well, his motto was out with the old bring in the new, if the old was a hundred years old and falling apart at the seams!
The fire was burning brightly and he grinned to himself. Tomorrow he would see about getting an internet modem setup. He was surprised the old man even had a telephone line out here.
A sudden gust of wind sent him stumbling and he snorted again.
Bloody place. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the old man was haunting him. That would be about right. See if his idiotic son fucked up, huh?
“Well, to hell with that, Dad. You wanted me home? I’m here. Get over it!”
“Er, you want me to come back later, or should I call a shrink?” A voice from behind him had him jumping a foot in the air.
Whirling, he stared at the newcomer. And drooled.
His libido, inert for several months suddenly kicked into overdrive at the mouth-watering morsel of manhood which stood leaning against a dusty pick-up truck.
Glistening black hair the colour of a raven’s wing lay in a thick plait down to his waist. Bright green eyes sparkled brightly with amusement as the man stood watching him. It was obvious the man had been standing there for a while. Some Ranger he was! Had Joe been in combat, he’d be Taliban toast by now.
“Do you usually just drive up on a person unannounced?” Joe belatedly realised he should be annoyed at the man who was trespassing. He ignored the fact that the man exuded sexy like nobody else he’d ever met. He simply oozed it from his pores.
Tall, a couple of inches below Joe’s own six foot three, the man was built like a runner, leanly muscled but not overblown. He probably weighed in at about a hundred and eighty-five pounds to Joe’s two-twenty. Joe’s gay gene was humming at the sight of all that lovely lean manly muscle.
Joe licked his lips as the man pushed off from the truck and approached.
“You must be Joe. I’m Aaron.” He held out a hand and Joe gripped it feeling like he’d been tasered as Aaron’s warmth zipped through him. “My family were friends with your father. I live on the Wind River Reservation. I thought you may need a hand.” He nodded with his head toward the bonfire. His hand was still clasping Joe’s. The look in those green eyes was one of awareness.
Joe let go of Aaron’s hand quickly, stepping back. Despite his interest, despite the obvious interest from Aaron, Joe thought it might come across as a little crass if he showed too much curiosity so soon after the death of his father.
“Er, thanks but I think I’m good. I got the house cleaned up. Just need to get some twenty-first century doodads into it.” He smiled slightly, then flushed as he realised that might sound a little insensitive under the circumstances. His dad was dead for four months and he was criticizing already! Damn!
Aaron laughed, his husky tone sending shivers of desire over Joe’s nerve endings.
“My dad and yours were determined to never leave last century. I was always surprised there was a phone line put in here.” Aaron gave Joe a sympathetic smile, patting his arm gently. “He missed you. Never talked about it, but he missed you. He’ll be glad you came back.” Aaron smiled again.
“If you need anything, let me know. My number’s in the book by the phone. Welcome home, Joe.” Aaron turned to leave, his eyes brushing over Joe’s exposed curves briefly before leaving in a cloud of dust. The look in his eyes spoke volumes and Joe felt his cock tighten at the purely sexual once-over. He just barely restrained himself from throwing the sexy guy to the ground and fucking him into the dirt. What was wrong with him? He was acting like he’d never been attracted to a guy before.
Joe sagged as though he’d just done five rounds with Tyson. Damn, Aaron packed a punch! His cock jerked in agreement and he scowled down at it.
“You’d better cool it until later. We have to get the generator in gear. No generator, no heat.” Ignoring the painful bulge pushing against the crotch of his jeans he shook his head. Damn, what a time for his sex drive to kick in. His dad would be so proud!
“Hmmm, let’s get you all cleaned up, lover.” Aaron dripped body wash onto his fingers, massaging them over Joe’s hard body. From tip to toe, no inch was left untouched leaving Joe throbbing with need.
Planting a hand against the wall of the shower Joe braced himself as Aaron paid particular attention to the hard glutes glistening invitingly. Rinsing off the suds Aaron left the shower running, parting the delicious globes of muscled flesh with his fingers.
Groaning in need, Joe pushed back a little. Chuckling, Aaron placed a kiss against Joe’s back, lapping up the rivulets of moisture and following the trail down the crease of Joe’s taut butt to find the pink, clenching hole winking at him.
His tongue began to explore the area, Joe’s groans increasing in volume and frequency as Aaron licked and bit and probed the tender flesh until Joe was a quivering mess of lust. He gripped the base of his cock to hold off his impending orgasm, trying desperately to keep upright as Aaron proved what a master he was at rimming.
“I want this ass, lover. May I?” Aaron probed with a finger, sinking into the first knuckle as Joe bucked against the invader, trembling with need.
Looking back at Aaron, eyes glowing with lust Joe snarled, canines dropping as he nodded consent.
Giving a hum of pleasure Aaron dove in further, bringing a second finger into play and curving slightly, trying to find the walnut-sized gland inside. Yelping out, Joe bucked again as Aaron hit his target, pumping his fingers in and out, then scissoring them to prepare Joe’s tight tunnel for a much larger invasion.
Fucking himself on the fingers Joe began to babble incoherently, pleading and begging with Aaron. Grinning Aaron tortured his mate a little more before parking his cock at the loosened hole and rubbing the tip over the opening.
“Better fuck me, sexy, or I may just take over.” Joe growled at him, grabbing Aaron’s head and turning to the side for a hot, toe-curling kiss which had Aaron panting for breath before driving forward and sinking his cock to the hilt inside Joe’s craving hole.
Both men groaned loudly, Joe gasping into Aaron’s mouth as his ass was speared by the thick rod between Aaron’s legs. His head lolled back against Aaron’s shoulder, then he pushed back, forehead against the shower wall, driving Aaron in deeper still.
Grabbing Joe’s narrow hips Aaron began to thrust. Slowly at first, then with increasing confidence he powered again and again into the tight, hot, hungry ass. All too soon he came with a yelp and a moan of pleasure, wave after wave of cum spurting inside the hot little hole.
Joe roared, head thrown back as he released his cock, grabbing Aaron’s ass as he reached back, holding Aaron deep inside as Joe reached his own climax and spurted hot seed all over the place.
Legs shaking, ass filled with cum and trembling in the aftermath he kept Aaron firmly embedded as his breathing slowly returned to normal and he turned, dislodging the softening cock in his ass as he began to make out with Aaron hungrily.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Aaron asked breathlessly as their lips finally parted.
Joe gave him another kiss, pulling him closer and holding him in a tight embrace.
“You were fantastic, love. I don’t often bottom, but when I do I want to feel it for days afterwards.” He gave a wince as he moved a little. Then he winked at Aaron teasingly. “I’ll definitely know who’s been there.” Aaron gave a pleased smile, groaning as Joe captured his lips again, the kiss hot and possessive.
“Now it’s my turn.” In a stunning show of power Joe lifted Aaron clean off the floor, cradling him like he was a child rather than a full-grown man.
Exiting the bathroom Joe dumped his lover on the bed, crawling up between his damp legs before he proceeded to lap off the residual moisture from every part of Aaron’s body, paying particular attention to the pink rosebud quivering between his ass cheeks. By the time Joe was done Aaron was a writhing mess of quaking lust. Kneeling on hands and knees he begged Joe to fuck him, yelling out as the larger male knelt behind him, lubed his cock and then sank deep inside Aaron’s quivering hole in one powerful lunge. Aaron’s chute was more than ready from the intense tongue massage it had received and he slammed his hips back onto the impaling slab eagerly.
Sticks and Stones
Zack went to his car, swiping angrily at the tears streaking his face. The temperature was dropping fast and he smelled snow in the air. The icy breeze took his breath away but he ignored the cold, lost in the misery of his thoughts. He sniffed, scowling at allowing the weakness of tears to fall. Tears solved nothing. No one cared when you cried. No one cared if you were hurt. They just wanted their money’s worth. A cute, blond twink to “service” them. He’d gotten into the lifestyle out of necessity. A young teenager trying to make it in Hollywood. Heading to California from some shit-hole in Kansas, he’d had big dreams. Dreams of stardom and fame and fortune. The only fortune he’d gained was found on the streets and down back alleys. The only fame, as a twink willing to do just about anything for money. And stardom? Only on Hollywood Boulevard, baby.
He reached to wrench open the door when a warm hand covered his and Pace’s enticing scent invaded his nostrils. He drove his elbow back hard, trying to hurt the bastard as the pain he’d felt earlier at Pace’s words re-opened a wound that had never really healed. The blow never landed, Pace’s strong arms wrapping around Zack, holding him lightly, being careful with his ribs. He felt soft lips nuzzling at his neck, light kisses rained on the sensitive skin. He shuddered, not wanting to enjoy the caresses, but his hungry soul absorbed them as a flower absorbs the sun after a long winter.
“I’m sorry, baby. I am. I hurt you and I’m sorry.” Pace’s cheek rested against Zack’s, his jaw scratchy. “I didn’t mean that the way you thought. I don’t think you are a whore. You’re sexy as fuck. I’m scared at how much I want to be with you. You make me want things I’ve never considered before. You’re not a whore,” Pace whispered, his voice breaking.
Zack felt tears against his cheeks again, his body trembling as he tried to stem the tide of memories. He had been a whore, which was the point. He was used goods, dirty and damaged. Who would possibly want the leavings of all those faceless men? He’d joined the Army to try to escape his past, but the memories never really left, they just stayed on a back burner, waiting to pounce when he was least expecting them.
“Please, come back. We’ll talk. I won’t make any moves, I just want to talk.” Pace was almost begging, not caring how he sounded. He’d seen that flash of intense pain in Zack’s eyes. The look that told of untold misery. A look that said Zack had seen far more of life than he ever should have. Pace was not mean or cruel by nature. And God help him, he wanted this man to be his. Only his. Shifters mated for life. No ifs ands or maybes. And Pace knew this beautiful man was his.
Zack slumped, eyes closing in defeat. He knew Pace was his mate. Had known from that first day six months ago—those sexy green eyes, that kick-ass attitude, the body that just didn’t quit. Zack was the same height as Pace, six foot one inches, but Pace had wide shoulders and thick biceps, his thighs thickly muscled, chest broad. Zack was more like a runner, slimmer build and leanly muscled. His muscles were toned, tightly cut, his thighs sleek rather than thick. He felt Pace’s body fold around him like a blanket and sank back against that searing heat. His ribs twinged a little, but his shifter blood meant they were already healing rapidly.
Turning his head slightly, he felt Pace’s mouth taste the tracks of his tears and sighed. His lips ached to feel that mouth on his again. Being mated didn’t necessarily mean an instant love connection, but Zack had been falling for this man from the first second they met. Something about arrogantly sexy men with green eyes and killer abs that pushed all his buttons. The fact that Pace hadn’t fallen under his spell in a second had been all in his favour. If the man had been easy, Zack would have lost interest. He could admit to himself he’d liked the chase.
That sinful mouth moved to cover his, and he opened to it, drinking the nectar like a starving man. Soft, gentle, almost tender those lips and tongue tasted him, sampled him in a way he’d never felt before. It was like Pace was memorising every inch of his mouth, absorbing every flavour. Zack felt himself sinking, helpless against the powerful tide of Pace’s sensual onslaught, helpless against the gentleness.
All Zack wanted right then was to forget the memories of his past. But before he did, he needed to confess all his sins. Then he’d see where the dice fell. After he told Pace, the sheriff would probably run a mile anyway. It was time to stop running from the past.
Zack nodded, sighing as Pace loosened his grip, turning Zack in his arms.
His fingers brushed Zack’s cheek, rubbing his thumb across the pouty lips softly, now red and swollen from those drugging kisses.
“Come on.” He put his hand in Zack’s and tugged, walking back to Pace’s apartment.
“You’re mine, Pace Achak.” Zack positioned himself between Pace’s legs, splaying them wider. “Only mine.” Pace’s eyes darkened at the possessiveness in Zack’s tone. He twitched as he felt a slender hand stroke along his thigh, from knee to groin and back again in a sensual caress that had his body crying out for more.
Pushing his legs back and up, Zack focussed on the smooth glutes, hard enough to bounce a quarter off. His eyes met Pace’s, winked, then licked a moist path along the shadowy crease from perineum to rosebud. Over and over again, smiling as he heard the helpless moans coming from Pace as he writhed on the bed. He was going to drive the sexy sheriff right out of his mind.
Lying on his stomach, he set to work. Licking at the tight ring of muscles surrounding that inviting little hole, he nuzzled there, inhaling the musky odour, then laved at the heavy ball sac steadily, his thumbs pushing against the edges of Pace’s hole, prying it open gently. He rasped his whiskery cheek and jaw against Pace’s inner thigh, leaving the man incoherent with lust. Pre-cum smeared on that taut belly, the thick veins throbbing steadily. Zack smiled, knowing Pace was all his. He was Pace’s first, last and only. He blew gently against that musky hole.
Pace was whimpering now, his chest heaving, sweat covering his body as Zack gave him pleasure like he’d never known. The contrast of sleek, smooth tongue and raspy man stubble had him ready to blow. Rolling Pace’s heavy balls around his tongue, Zack sucked on them one by one, humming with pleasure at the delicious taste. He spent several seconds there, enjoying himself before moving on to other areas. Zack licked at the engorged cock curving against Pace’s flat, ridged belly. Tracing the thick veins pulsing just under the skin, then licking around the crown and dipping into the slit oozing pre-cum, Zack was in heaven. He couldn’t get enough of this beautifully sexy man, felt powerful as hell at turning the strong sheriff into a quivering mass beneath him. He smiled to himself as he kept up the torture on the beautiful dick before returning to continue preparing the small hole.
“Beautiful.” He growled the word, then stabbed his tongue inside, licking and fucking and biting and nuzzling until Pace was sure his mind would explode, whimpering and crying out until with a shrill scream he came, heavy spurts of semen lashing his abs, chest and even reaching his chin.
“Hmmm. I’ll take some of that.” Zack began to lick at the creamy mess, delicate like a cat, then smearing some on his fingers, licking the salty sweetness and humming in pleasure at the taste.
“Do you have lube?” He saw the nod, then a shaky finger pointed to the bathroom. Zack grinned wickedly, jumping off the bed and retrieving the lube quickly. Smearing a load on his cock, he dripped the cool gel over Pace’s crease, licking his lips as he savoured the taste of Pace on his tongue.
“Tell me if I hurt you, lover,” Zack murmured, pushing one finger inside Pace’s hole to the knuckle. Pace moaned, arching his back as his hole clamped down on the intruder like a vice. He felt the burn, the heat that spread upward like his ass was on fire. He’d never felt anything like it.
“Oh! That feels good!” Pace closed his eyes, mouth open, face contorted with pleasure.
Zack watched in awe as his lover responded to his every touch, enthusiastically accepting Zack’s caresses with flattering eagerness. If he’d known Pace was so passionate, he’d have jumped him long before now. He curled his finger around, finding the small gland and brushing against it. Pace bucked like he’d been tasered, crying out, his cock filling again as though it hadn’t just come all over himself five minutes before. A second finger joined the first, scissoring and spreading the small hole, stretching it as Zack tormented the gland over and over. His other hand found Pace’s cock, fisting the thick member and pumping it with a slow steady rhythm.
A third finger widened Pace even further until Zack was ready to come himself from watching Pace fall apart beneath him.
Parking his cock at the clenching chute’s entrance, Zack closed his eyes in ecstasy as he slowly punched through the tight sphincter, his cock sinking inside moist searing heat until the head was surrounded. He choked out a gasp, trying to hold off his orgasm, pinching the base of his cock as it threatened to ejaculate too soon. He felt the hard clench of muscle as the tight chute gripped like a vice, trying to push him out.
“Don’t stop.” Pace begged, eyes slitted with pure lust. “Fuck me. Please.”
Zack pushed in further, slow and steady as Pace gasped and groaned through the burn as his virgin hole stretched wide to accommodate the monster invading it. They both groaned aloud as finally the inexorable journey was over, Zack filling Pace to the hilt, his balls flush against Pace’s taut ass.
He waited for several seconds, then finally felt the relaxing of the hole around his cock, and began to move. Shallow strokes at first, then as Pace began to push his hips back with each in-stroke, trying to impale himself, Zack ramped up the tempo. Within seconds he had Pace’s heavy leg over his shoulder, kneeling on one leg as he began to pound at the slick tunnel over and over, slamming his hips with wanton abandon. He could hear Pace’s breathless cries of pleasure, could hear the broken whimpers as he pummeled Pace into the mattress.
With a few more strokes, he finally came, screaming out Pace’s name, fangs elongating, head thrown back in ecstasy as he came hot and hard deep inside that clenching channel. Load after load of hot seed shot out, lashing Pace’s hole until Zack thought he would black out.