The Werewolf Affair (MM)

DeWitt's Pack 14

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 35,742
23 Ratings (4.4)

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]

Phillip Keyes is recovering from the time he spent as a nearly wild werewolf after the death of his wife. Practically estranged from his pack and his son, he wants to be left alone.

Trevor Knight recognizes his mate the second he sees him, and the two quickly become friends before realizing it's something more, but Phillip's denial of their mating only hurts them both.

Trevor can be patient, and he won't push for much, knowing that Phillip is still grieving and doesn't want anyone to think any less of his deceased wife, so they both agree to keep their mating a secret, for now.

But when an old enemy resurfaces, wanting revenge on Phillip no matter the cost, Phillip will have to learn what's most important to him, the man who is alive and in front of him, or the old ghosts he has been carrying around, before Trevor is lost to him forever.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.

The Werewolf Affair (MM)
23 Ratings (4.4)

The Werewolf Affair (MM)

DeWitt's Pack 14

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 35,742
23 Ratings (4.4)
In Wish List
Available formats
Cover Art by Harris Channing
Buy Audio Book at:
Amazon | Audible



Trevor’s running feet crunched in the dry leaves and twigs before his hand grabbed Phillip’s shoulder.

Trevor was an alpha, so he was fast and silent when he wanted to be, but Phillip hadn’t gotten to be a leading alpha by being slower or weaker than the others. He grabbed Trevor by the arms and quickly spun the man around, backing him into the nearest tree.

Trevor wasn’t scared of him, though, the bastard. He glared at Phillip with as much emotion as Phillip did to him.

“You heard what they said. This is normal. Why are you fighting it?”

Because his wife was dead but she was still alive to him. Because he couldn’t let her go and admit to the world that, despite how much he’d loved her, she hadn’t been his mate.

The man standing in front of him apparently was.

“No one has to know,” Trevor said in a quiet voice.

Phillip couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. “You would keep something like that a secret? What, are we in high school or something?”

“Don’t be a jerk,” Trevor shot back. “I’ve been around you for a month now, and I wasn’t born a werewolf, but even I can see there’s something going on here.”

Trevor wet his lips, and Phillip felt a twinge of guilt at the way he was blatantly ignoring the man’s feelings.

“I can’t take it anymore. I need to touch you. I need to be around you. I can’t even sleep at night anymore because all I think about is you.”

Trevor’s face went red when the words left his mouth, and Phillip understood why.

He’d been keeping the man awake at night because Trevor had been touching himself while thinking about Phillip.

Phillip wasn’t about to admit to him that there were times, a lot of times, when he’d done the same.

He and Trevor had met shortly after Phillip had been picked up by James DeWitt and his pack. Phillip had basically lost it after Helen had been brutally murdered. He’d gone so far off his rocker than he’d abandoned his pack, and his son, to the care of James and his mate, Corey. He’d spent most of his time in the wilderness, at first preying upon any hunters he could find, then giving up and living in the wild as though he were a real wolf.

He’d spent so much time in his wolf skin that he’d almost started to think he was a wolf. He’d nearly become wild.

Then he’d come across a pair of hunters torturing another werewolf, while the guy’s mate watched no less. Phillip had wanted to die, but the sight of hunters, even the smell of them, always sent him off. He took care of them quickly and then was sent to get help from James DeWitt.

He’d basically been forced to return to normal life. As normal as could be expected for a werewolf, that is.

That wasn’t the first time he’d ever laid eyes on Trevor Knight, that had happened after Helen had been taken. He’d barely noticed Trevor then and had forgotten all about him. It wasn’t until Phillip was brought into DeWitt’s pack that he’d seen him again and really noticed him.

He couldn’t describe the feelings that went through him. He would have to be a writer or a poet for that to have been possible. It was almost like the day he met Helen, only stronger. At least ten times stronger.

Trevor had the most beautiful eyes Phillip had ever seen. Helen had lovely eyes—they had been a shade of blue that only appeared in the morning when the sun rose—but Trevor’s were something else entirely. They were such a bright, golden hazel that it was almost like looking into the golden eyes of a transformed werewolf. His hair was bright blond and framed a face so perfect Phillip doubted the man had ever seen any sort of hardship in his life. Before being attacked and turned into a werewolf against his will, that was.

He looked like he could be a model in a magazine or something.

Phillip did not. He was sixty-six years old, and while werewolves aged slower than humans did, he still looked older than Trevor’s age at twenty-three.

Making friends with the man that Phillip fantasized about at night was a mistake. Coming to this pack was a mistake, but he couldn’t leave now.

His memory might’ve gotten a little fucked up after he nearly went wild, but his son was alive and here, being raised by James and Corey. Sammy wasn’t going to be one for another two weeks or so, but Phillip had been shocked to realize that the boy hadn’t recognized him at all.

He’d forgotten his father in all the time Phillip had been away. Phillip couldn’t leave again.

“I know you were married to a woman before,” Trevor said gently, and Phillip noticed the way he didn’t use her name while they were as close as this. “But you can’t deny that this is starting to affect you negatively, too.”

He was right. Of course. Phillip was becoming angry at everyone and everything. He couldn’t sleep most nights, and people were beginning to notice his change in moods.

“So your proposal is that we do this on the side so no one notices?”

The idea sounded so cheap, and he hated the fact that it appealed to him. He really was scum.

Trevor nodded. “You’re not gay. I get that. I’ll take you any way I can get you. You can top me, and I won’t say a word about it to anyone, just, please…”

Trevor’s grip on Phillip’s arms softened as they slid up to his shoulders. That ever-hopeful look in his golden eyes was back, and Phillip could no longer say no.

He fisted his hands into that perfect hair and yanked Trevor’s face forward for a kiss.




He couldn’t believe he was about to do this. He opened the cap off the little bottle and spread the stuff around his fingers, being very generous with the quantity, and then pushed one inside of Trevor’s asshole.

The other man arched a little, tensed up, and then sighed. Phillip watched him as he pressed his face against the white bark of the birch tree.

“That’s good. Use another.”

Phillip did as he was told. He felt a little embarrassed to be having his fingers in another man’s asshole, if he was being completely honest with himself.

He stretched out the muscle, gently moving his fingers around, and then he added the third.

That was the one that Trevor clenched up the most around, and Phillip was really glad that Trevor had thought ahead and brought something they could both use, otherwise this might not be happening at all.

“Will you stop thinking about it and just get them deeper!” Trevor snapped.

Phillip stiffened. Fuck. He hadn’t been guarding his thoughts, and now that he stopped to pay attention, Trevor really didn’t feel quite as tight anymore. “You want it? Fine.”

Phillip wrapped his arm around Trevor’s shoulders and rammed his fingers in as hard and as deep as he could get them. Trevor went up onto the top of his toes and cried out as the tips of Phillip’s fingers brushed against something inside.

That was it. That was what he wanted to find. Phillip held on to the man tighter, even when Trevor’s fingers left long scratch marks down the base of the tree, tearing out the bark and scarring the wood.

“That’s good. Right there!” Trevor yelled, humping back into Phillip’s fingers.

He could suddenly see the appeal to this. He liked watching Trevor go insane with need for him. It made his cock pulse and throb even harder and made his balls heavier and ache even more.

Phillip gently grabbed hold of Trevor’s earlobe with his teeth. He’d liked doing that with―

Don’t think about her.

“I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me. I’m going to put my dick inside of you, and you’re going to ride me until you explode.”

“Yeah,” Trevor moaned, whether it was in response to what Phillip was saying or just because he was enjoying himself so much, Phillip couldn’t tell.

He decided enough was enough when it almost started to look like Trevor was humping against the tree as well as Phillip’s fingers, and he removed them from Trevor’s body.

Trevor moaned at the loss and nearly turned around. Phillip made him face the tree again.

“Stay there,” he commanded.

He grabbed Trevor by the hands and hoisted them above his head. He found a strong tree branch and put the man’s hands on it.

“You let go of that, and I swear I’ll stop,” he said, practically snarling the command into Trevor’s ear as his inner alpha took over.

He half expected some sort of negative response, considering Trevor was an alpha was well, but he just nodded. “Okay,” he said, and Phillip didn’t release his hands until he felt the way his fingers tightened against the branch.

Now Phillip had him entirely to himself. He allowed his fingers to trail down Trevor’s strong arms, feeling the healthy muscle beneath his warm, tanned skin. He didn’t have so much as a scar anywhere on his body. The flesh on him was so perfect.

Trevor really was gorgeous. It was a shame that he’d been forced to become a werewolf. He might’ve made it in the acting business. Trevor thought that Phillip didn’t know about that, but he did. People had been chatty with Phillip for the first few days when he’d come to this pack, back when they thought he had the mind of a stoned-out five-year-old.

Cole had actually been the one to mention it, before Phillip had finally snapped out of it and started avoiding him and his mate.

Phillip re-lubed his cock, using as much lube as he could, being careful not to keep his hand on himself for too long. He wasn’t ready to spill himself just yet.

He was a big believer in quality over quantity when it came down to werewolf sexual habits, and he wanted to draw this out this time. He didn’t want it to be over in a couple of minutes.

He slid his hands around Trevor’s hips, still exploring the other man, how he felt, his skin, his muscles, and the coarse hairs that grew up from his pubic hair to his belly button. He and Trevor were about the same height, but with the way he had the man stretched out like this, Trevor seemed taller.

Trevor groaned when Phillip finally worked up the balls to reach around and touch his cock. He groaned again when Phillip gripped him a bit tighter, and he also thrust into Phillip’s hand. “Fuck, that’s nice. Fuck me while you stroke me,” he said.

He just might do that. All the little shivers and shakes and every reaction that he managed to pull out of Trevor only made Phillip want him that much more.

He finally stopped playing around and grabbed his cock, lining it up with Trevor’s asshole, and plunged inside.

The amazing feeling of being swallowed up by another body was something he’d almost forgotten about. This was exactly what he needed.

Trevor nearly arched clean off of Phillip’s dick as he moaned at being filled. His hands fell from the tree branch, but he still managed to keep them above his head as he clawed at the tree.

“Get them back up there,” Phillip demanded, thrusting hard and deep inside the other man.

Trevor groaned and did as he was told, stretching his body out for Phillip to take.

“Touch me. Please touch me,” Trevor begged.

Phillip thought he would do it just because the man asked so nicely.


Read more