The Warriors of the Light Collection, Volume 4 (MM)

Warriors of the Light

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 83,721
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[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Contemporary, Paranormal, Vampires, Shape-shifters, Witches, MM, HEA]

Carlos's Uncontrollable Wolf

Josh Kelly has a huge chip on his shoulder. He’s convinced that life has given him a raw deal and he takes his anger out on anyone and everything. After losing his best friend to the madness of a witch, Josh feels the only good witch is a dead one. Discovering his mate is a witch has left Josh confused and yet attracted to the tall, dark, and sexy man. Too bad his mate doesn’t even acknowledge his existence.

Carlos Ramos has one mission, to find his missing friend and to locate those responsible for the destruction of the council of paranormal beings. Being focused on his job is the only thing keeping him going, that is until Josh walks into his life.

As their attraction starts to build and danger descends on them, Carlos must decide what’s more important, his obligation to the council or allowing himself one small happiness, loving Josh.

Elias's Clueless Witch

Nothing but pain and death follows in a witch’s path. That was what Elias Neman had always believed, that is until he meets his fated mate, a mate who is the son of the most hated man in the paranormal world, and a witch.

Abel Brossard is absolutely clueless when it comes to being a witch and learning to control his power to freeze things is only made more complicated when he meets Elias. He’s finding it hard to deny his attraction to the warrior, but Elias’s constant bad mouthing his father leaves Abel questioning everything he thought he knew about the father who abandoned him.

Abel needs to find out the truth, is his father the monster everyone claims him to be or is there more to the story? There’s only one way to find out and Abel hopes he hasn’t just led him and Elias into a trap.

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The Warriors of the Light Collection, Volume 4 (MM)

Warriors of the Light

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

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Word Count: 83,721
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Carlos's Uncontrollable Wolf


“What the hell is wrong with you?” Garrett cocked an eyebrow at him. “We are no longer part of a pack, Josh. We are Warriors of the Light. We don’t get to pick and choose who we work with, and besides, Carlos is a good guy. He’s not like Clara.”

Josh’s jaw clenched and his teeth ground together at the mention of that bitch’s name. She still haunted his dreams. Most nights he’d wake up covered in sweat, crying out for Victor. It made him feel weak, then guilty for feeling that way. Victor had been his best friend since he was a kid and now he was gone. And the love that they had just started to explore was stolen from them by one psychotic witch.

“Is everything all right?” Lachlan asked as he sat down on the other side of Garrett. His eyes darted between Josh and Garrett.

“Just peachy.” Josh turned away from his friends. There had been a time when Josh couldn’t call these two men that, but now they were the only family he had besides the other warriors. Garrett and Lachlan were his closest confidants. He didn’t want to be angry at them. They had no control over, this any more than Josh did. If they said this Carlos guy was an okay guy, then Josh trusted them. They hadn’t steered him wrong yet.

“Don’t stress, babe.” Garrett rested a hand on the back of Josh’s head. “Josh is just having some witch issues.”

“Garrett,” Josh said in a low whisper, swallowing down the growl he wanted to unleash at the man.

“Josh, look at me.” Lachlan reached over Garrett to grab Josh’s hand. He tugged on his fingers until Josh looked at him. “Carlos is one of the good guys. If he wasn’t, I’d have killed him long ago and certainly wouldn’t let him get close to you.” Lachlan squeezed his hand. “Josh, you’re like a little brother to me and I’d never let anything or anyone hurt you ever again.”

“You can’t make that promise, Catman,” Josh said with a smile, doing his best to hold back the tears that threatened to run down his cheeks. There had been a time when he’d been so mean toward Lachlan, it still surprised him how forgiving and caring the man was. Lachlan saved his life and Josh would be forever grateful to him.

“That’s Mr. Catman to you.” Lachlan smiled at him and let go of his hand.

They sat around for another forty minutes waiting for Carlos’s plane. Flying commercial was a pain in the ass, but with the council destroyed, it had becoming harder to charter their own planes. So they had to resort to flying with humans. Josh found it frustrating to be around them. To know he was risking his life for this selfish species and to never get a thank-you for risking his life to make the world a safer place for them.

The people sitting around gate forty-five all began to rise. Garrett nudged him in the arm and Josh stood up to join the mass of people huddled around the door. Lachlan shouldered his way to the front of the crowd while Garrett and Josh stayed toward the back.

Josh had his arms crossed over his chest, staring at each person that passed him by. A part of Josh wished he’d been born a clueless human. Free to live a life away from death and danger. To fall in love and be happy. But no, he was now a Warrior of the Light risking his neck for what? A bunch of people who would never thank him for his services. Josh often compared it to how men and women in the military must feel at times. Putting their necks on the line while others just sit around on their asses doing nothing.

“Stop scowling at the nice people,” Garrett whispered out of the corner of his mouth. “You’re scaring them.”

“I. Don’t. Give. A. Shit.” Josh said each word with a smile on his face.

Garrett laughed as he shook his head. “You’re impossible at times. You know that?”

Josh did smile at that. Person after person exited the plane, but still no sign of their witch. Not that Josh even knew what the guy looked like, but he could see Lachlan standing by anxiously waiting for Carlos’s arrival.

As the minutes ticked by, Josh started to nod his head to the music playing in there. The last song that played on his iPod had been “Demons” by Imagine Dragons. He loved to listen to music of all kinds and genres. It helped him loosen up.

Just then, an exotic, spicy smell smacked Josh right in the face like a slap. The music in his head ceased and he stood up a little straighter, trying to find the source of the enticing aroma.

“Dude, do you smell that?” Josh’s nostrils flared and he stood up on his tiptoes, hoping to find the person or thing oozing that smell.

“Smell what?” Garrett asked. “Oh look!” He grabbed Josh’s arm and pulled him forward. “Lachlan has Carlos.”

Josh allowed Garrett to pull him along, numb to everything but that smell. It caused a pulse to jump over his skin as if he stuck his finger in a light socket. And his dick started to fill in his jeans, making it uncomfortable to walk. Garrett came to a stop and Josh bumped into his side. He took a moment to readjust his swelling cock then looked up.

Sweet mother of god! Josh’s eyes opened wide and it was as if an alarm went off in his body. The man standing next to Lachlan had to be the most gorgeous man Josh had ever seen. The term “tall, dark, and handsome” must have been coined for this man.

“Josh, this is Carlos.” Lachlan introduced him.




“But…” Josh tried to sit up but Carlos held him down, pressed into the mattress.

“But what?” Carlos shifted enough to push his knees between Josh’s thighs and forced his legs apart. He slowly worked his way down, kissing and nipping at the soft skin covering the hard muscles twitching in Josh’s back.

Carlos spread his hands wide on Josh’s ass and massaged the firm cheeks apart, exposing Josh’s tiny hole. No hair shaded the pink opening, just creamy skin waiting for Carlos’s eager tongue.

Josh tried to prop himself up and in the process brought his ass in the air, and Carlos flicked out his tongue. He pointed the tip and circled the rippled flesh, then went lower to tongue at Josh’s balls.

“Oh my god.” Josh’s body quivered, then fell back to the bed.

Carlos smiled as he flattened his tongue and ran the length from Josh’s hairless ball sack all the way up to Josh’s ass at the small of his back. He bit down hard on the left cheek, soothing the sting with his lips and tongue. As Carlos worked his way back down, he reached underneath Josh and pulled his cock backwards to face his face. He licked the bead of pre-cum from the tip and Josh let out of howl of pleasure. Carlos couldn’t wait to claim his mate.

For some reason, every good intention Carlos had had in wanting to wait to bed Josh seemed ridiculous now. They were destined to be together and he couldn’t stop that. He didn’t want to stop that. Up until a few days ago, work had been the most important thing to him, but now he’d changed his mind. With him neglecting his duties as a mate, Josh had every reason to be angry at him. Sure, Josh could have said something, but Josh was young. From just observing the man, Carlos could see he was hot tempered and had very little impulse control.

He didn’t want to give Josh an excuse for balking at the mate issue but he, too, was grateful the younger man hadn’t brought it up. There was an age gap between them but they both had one thing in common, fear of losing someone they loved. He’d lost his mother and sister and Josh had lost his mother and best friend. They’d both suffered such great losses over the years, there was no wonder they were both emotionally awkward toward one another.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” Carlos said against Josh’s twitching hole as he ate at his opening. “I need you.” He sat up, tore his shirt over his head, flung it to the floor, and then shoved his pants down.

“I need you, too,” Josh whimpered as he looked over his shoulder at Carlos. “I need to feel you inside me. Please, Carlos, show me how much you need me, too.” Josh circled his hips and his hands clenched the sheet by his head. A fine sheen of sweat covered his back and Carlos could feel his mouth fill with drool, so eager to lick the man from head to toe. Carlos stuck two fingers in his mouth, getting them nice and wet, then eased the digits into Josh’s hole.

Tight, clenching heat surrounded his fingers and Josh gasped and buried his head into the pillow. Carlos bent down and licked around Josh’s opening and spat at his hole, using his fingers to work the wetness up his tight channel.

Sex wasn’t on the list of things to do that Carlos had mentally compiled in his head when he got on the plane, so he didn’t have access to any lube, but maybe…

“Baby, do you have any lube or lotion?” Carlos kept his fingers buried in Josh’s ass as he leaned over his mate’s back, covering him with his heat.

“No.” Josh panted, his eye still shut tight. “Just do it.” He whined as he thrust his hips back into Carlos’s hand.

The need to claim overrode his better judgment. Josh was so tight that Carlos didn’t want to hurt him when he shoved all eight inches into his snug channel, but he also couldn’t wait a second longer to feel that smooth, wet heat surrounding his cock.

Carlos moved back down to Josh’s ass and licked around his fingers, taking in the sweet, salty flavor of his mate and inhaling his musky scent. His eyes rolled back in his head and he had had enough. He pulled his fingers free, spat in his hand, and then coated the wetness onto his steely shaft. He lined up the blunt tip to Josh’s hole and smeared the pre-cum leaking out the head. Josh moaned loudly and tried to crawl up the bed as Carlos applied pressure to the tiny starburst. Carlos wrapped his hands around Josh’s waist and held him still as he eased the head into the hot heat.

“Carlos!” Josh’s body tensed up, almost pushing his cock out. But Carlos held firm and pushed in further.

“Come on, baby.” Carlos pulled out just a little, then worked his way back inside. The smooth walls clamped down around him and nearly had him spilling his seed. “I’m finally giving you what you wanted.” Carlos let out a loud groan as he bottomed out. “What we both wanted.”

Josh didn’t say another word. Carlos could feel his lover relax but tense up as he started to move his cock. Not wanting to hurt Josh, Carlos fell forward, supporting his weight on his elbows as he kissed the area right behind Josh’s ear.

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he whispered into Josh’s ear. “No one’s ever felt this good.” He sucked Josh’s earlobe into his mouth. “No one.”

“Yeah?” Josh opened his eyes, doing his best to meet Carlos’s stare. “You mean that?”

“With every inch of my body.” Carlos angled his head to kiss Josh’s lips. His dick shifted deeper, pulling a moan from Josh’s throat. “I’d never lie to you.”


Elias's Clueless Witch


One. Two. Three. Abel took a deep breath.

“Ouch!” Abel doubled over, clutching at his stomach. Tears burned at the back of his eyes. One would think after a week and several hours of this torture he’d be used to it by now.

“Come on, Abel, get up. You can do this.” Strong hands grabbed Abel by the shoulders, forcing him up.

Abel looked up to see Quinn, a huge, muscular warrior staring down at him. The constant scowl on the man’s face did nothing to ease the fear and pain coursing through Abel’s body.

“I…I’m not sure I ca…can,” Abel stuttered as he tried to steady his feet under himself. God, it’d only been ten minutes and he was ready to call it a day.

“With that attitude you never will.” The hard lines of Quinn’s face softened and he gentled his tone. “You need to practice, Abel. Once you get the hang of controlling your power you’ll be unstoppable against the dark warriors.”

Quinn gave what looked to be a smile but came off more as a sneer that had Abel’s hands clenching into fists. He hated being so afraid of everyone and everything. Before all this, his life had been easy. He was able to live his life in peace away from the craziness of dark warriors wanting to kill him. Oh, and the Warriors of the Light needing his help.

Help? What a joke.

It had been a little over a week since Abel left San Francisco to come to Texas with his new friends. Without Josh, Carlos, Lachlan, and Garrett, Abel would never have survived, let alone made it out of San Francisco in one piece. The life Abel lived was so different than what was expected of him now. Couldn’t everyone see he just wanted to be normal?

Abel was the child of a witch and a vampire. He was an anomaly in their world, but when magic is brought into play anything is possible and Abel, it just so happened, was the product of such magic.

His mother had been a nice and sweet lady. Her only fault had been wanting to have a child. In a fit of despair she cast a spell and hopped into bed with the first man she saw, who just so happened to be a vampire.

Abel knew his parents were good people even though the rest of the word thought his father was a killer. He knew better than that. People judged what they didn’t understand. People tended to act first and ask questions later and his father had been on the run for over a thousand years because of the stupidity of others. If only those in power had given his father the chance to explain he wouldn’t have been forced to run and leave Abel vulnerable to others wanting to harm him.

Now his mother had it a little different. Her just being a witch was frowned upon and being that she was a witch that possessed the ability to undo any other witch’s curse made her dangerous and a hot commodity to the paranormal community. In order to protect herself, she had a good friend who also was a witch cast a spell that made her unrecognizable to the rest of the paranormal world. This had worked for her up until she casted another spell that allowed her to become pregnant. She unintentionally made a super being, part vampire part witch. It was impossible for paranormal to crossbreed. Up until he met Astrid, a man that was part fairy and part witch, Abel had thought he was the only one.

It wasn’t fair. Abel didn’t ask to be born into all this and after the death of his mother he was raised by her human boyfriend, Phillip. Phillip tried his best to give Abel a normal upbringing. Even Asher, Abel’s father, stopped coming around in hopes that Abel had a chance at a nice normal life. A lot of good that did.

Now, as he stood in the back yard of the house he now called home, Abel was just sick and tired. A sharp pain radiated up from his lower abdomen to the top of his head. The bright sun beat down on him and caused a trickle of sweat to run down the side of his face. Abel hated this. He just wanted to go back inside and draw, paint, anything at this point than be outside.

“Hello! Earth to Abel.” Quinn snapped his fingers in front of Abel’s face.

Abel gritted his teeth and tried to beat down the urge to slap this jerk in the face. He knew Quinn and the others were just trying to help him, but hell, he just couldn’t do the things they thought he could. It was useless. He was useless.

“I don’t want to do this anymore.” Abel straightened his shoulders. “I appreciate all that you guys have done for me but this—” Abel brought his arms up to indicate the paint splattered on him and the bruised skin that wasn’t covered by his clothes. “Just isn’t working out. I’m not good at this.”

“That’s just because you’re telling yourself you can’t do this.” Quinn crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at Abel, making him feel two feet tall. “Do you really want to quit? Give up on what your abilities are? Lose the opportunity to learn to protect yourself?” Quinn let out a bitter sounding chuckle. “Do you want to be a victim for the rest of your long life? Well—” Quinn shrugged. “Long if you don’t get yourself killed first.”




“Can I come in?” Elias asked when they stopped at Abel’s door.

“Of course.” Abel entered his room first and headed to the bathroom. He turned the nozzles on the shower and waited for it to warm up. “If you want you can wait out there.” Abel pointed to the bed but Elias ignored him and stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. He lowered his hands and lifted his shirt up and over his head. “What are you doing?” Abel asked.

“Taking my clothes off.” Elias kicked off his shoes then unfastened his pants.


“You do remembering me saying we’d shower together after toss the egg at Abel time was over, right?” Elias pushed down his jeans, his underwear coming down with the stiff material.

“I…I…you were serious?” It took all of the power Abel had to pull his eyes away from Elias’s semi erect cock.

“I’d never lie about something like that.” Elias ran his fingers over Abel’s arm as he passed by and stepped into the shower. “Now hurry up before the water goes cold.”

Abel looked in the mirror and grinned at his blushing face. Nerves still clung to his every movement and doubt sat heavy in his chest, but he wanted to do this. He wanted to get naked and touch and be touched by Elias.

Once he had his clothes off, Abel pulled open the glass door and stepped in behind Elias. The hot water splashed off of Elias and hit Abel on the chest. Steam began to fill the room.

With a shaking hand, Abel reached out his fingers to touch Elias’s plump, firm butt. Elias hummed and leaned back into Abel’s touch. Abel let his fingers explore the tight muscles and toyed with the crease that shielded Elias’s opening from him.

“I love it when you touch me.” Elias spun around and wrapped his arms low on Abel’s waist, letting his fingers massage over Abel’s ass. “I also like that you don’t seem so nervous either. You know I can sense it when you’re nervous, right?”

“You can?” Abel lifted his arms to rest on Elias’s shoulders. Suddenly a little self-cautious.

“Yeah.” Elias kissed Abel’s collar bone. “I can hear it in the spike in your heart rate and smell it seeping out your pores.” He flicked his tongue out to trace around the divot under his Adam’s apple. “It’s not a bad smell, just a warning signal, bitter and strong. Lets me know something is bothering you.”

“That’s a little disconcerting.” Abel titled his head to the side, giving Elias full access to his exposed neck. “You know this from smelling me and being able to hear things I cannot. Seems a little unfair.”

“You’re a witch, babe. You can freeze shit. That’s a pretty awesome power.” Elias nipped at the corded muscle running up and down Abel’s neck.

“Thank you.” Abel moaned as Elias tongue lapped at the water trailing down his neck. “I’m just glad I took after my mother and not my father. Being a vampire and drinking blood is something I don’t think I could do.”

Elias pulled back to look into Abel’s eyes. “I wonder why that is exactly? I mean usually a person takes after both their parents, but not you.”

“You know that witch, Klaus?” Elias nodded. “He thinks it’s from the magic my mother used to conceive me. Said the laws of nature probably only allowed one trait to take root inside me and lucky for me it was my mother’s.”

“Sounds like a liable theory.” Elias went back to sucking a line of bruises up Abel’s neck.

Elias started to bite harder into his tender flesh. Abel cried out. He let his lover shove him up against the hard, tiled wall. Elias pushed Abel’s legs apart and positioned himself between them. With Abel’s legs spread, it allowed for Elias to line up their cocks and rub them together.

“God, that feels good.” Abel ran his fingers through Elias’s wet hair.

Elias didn’t say anything but pulled back to reach for Abel’s body wash. He poured a good amount onto his fingers then grinned at Abel when he brought his hand back to wrap around both their straining lengths and squeezed. Abel’s head fell back to thump against the shower wall, his mouth falling open.

“You like that?” Elias asked as he bent his head to tease Abel’s right nipple.

“Um-hm.” Abel arched his back off the wall and thrust into Elias’s hand. The feel of Elias’s silky, smooth cock made Abel’s balls tingle and his orgasm rush to the surface.

Elias kissed and sucked over Abel’s chest and the up and down pulling on their cocks increased. Abel’s legs began to quiver and he feared he’d fall over, but Elias’s hard grasp on him held him in place.

“So fucking hard for me.” Elias used his free hand to wrap around Abel’s neck and pulled his head down for a hard kiss. Elias let go of Abel’s neck to move his hand down his body. The skillful hand reached around Abel to run the length of his crack, slowly easing his way in. Abel grunted and sucked harder on Elias’s tongue as one finger caressed over his twitching hole. He’d never been touched there before and it released a need in Abel to be filled, but only by Elias.

“Touch me more.” Abel whimpered and spread his legs further apart. “I need to feel you.”

“Fuck yeah.” Elias used one finger to breach Abel’s untried hole and that was all it took to send Abel flying. It was tight, a burning sensation flared up his channel, but as Elias moved in and out of him the pain melted into something else, pure ecstasy.

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