The Witch and the Wolf (MM)

Dark Hollow 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 62,239
15 Ratings (4.8)

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic romance, Alternative, Paranormal, Contemporary, Shape-shifter, Vampires/Werewolves, MM, HEA]

When an uncle he had never heard of died and named him the sole benefactor of his will, Caleb Todd set off for the small town of Dark Hollow. Learning about his family’s past, and the legend that surrounded them, Caleb soon finds himself drawn into a mystery that gets weirder and weirder the deeper it goes.

Henry Allan, sheriff of Dark Hollow, has a secret of his own—he’s a werewolf. In a town that’s obsessed with the occult and its own dark history, he has managed to find the peace and quiet he was searching for, that is until Caleb Todd drives into town, and straight into Henry’s car.

The attraction is instant for Henry as both the man and the wolf agree Caleb should be his. They just have to deal with a possible murder, a vengeful spirit, and the fact that Caleb thinks he’s straight.

The Witch and the Wolf (MM)
15 Ratings (4.8)

The Witch and the Wolf (MM)

Dark Hollow 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 62,239
15 Ratings (4.8)
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This book was marvelous. Jane Wallace-Knight is brilliant! I picked this book up around 11pm with the intention of reading myself to sleep. But I couldn't put the book down. I finished right at 3:45am and I don't regret it at all.


“Oh shit,” he swore. “Fuck balls.”

He felt a familiar wet nose touch his arm, and he jumped, only now remembering that Frost was in the car with him.

“Frost!” he cried, pushing himself up and whipping his head around to look at his dog. The motion caused a sharp pain in his neck, but he pushed through it to check on his pet. “Hey, buddy, are you okay? I’m so sorry.”

Frost didn’t seem like he was hurt, but Caleb knew it would still be best to get the dog checked out. He seriously hoped this little town had an animal clinic because he was in no state to drive anywhere else.

He jumped for a second time, yelping at the pain it caused, when someone pulled open his door.

“God damn it, I’ve had enough jump scares for one day,” Caleb said, putting his hand over his heart. He turned to face the stranger and promptly froze.

He wondered if he had hit his head because the man standing in front of him looked more like an underwear model than a police officer. He was tall and broad with dark hair and a perfectly chiseled jaw. He was also wearing a form-fitting uniform with a sheriff’s badge pinned to the breast pocket. He wasn’t just handsome, he was downright gorgeous, like a Disney prince about to sweep Caleb off his feet—which was probably a strange thing for a straight man like himself to be thinking, but he had just suffered a potential brain injury, so he decided not to examine that too closely.

“Hot,” Caleb said, when what he had meant to say was, “Hi.”

“Excuse me?” the stranger asked, scowling at him.

That wasn’t right. Disney princes didn’t scowl.

“Um…it’s hot out,” Caleb quickly stuttered. It wasn’t. If anything, it was a little on the chilly side. “Wow, boy is it hot.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” the sheriff asked. “Are you an idiot? You just drove straight into my car.”

Okay, that wasn’t quite the feet sweeping Caleb had envisioned.

“Don’t yell at me, I’m injured,” Caleb told him, his voice sounding a little too whiny for his liking. He started to get out of the car, but the man used his hand to gently keep Caleb in place.

“You shouldn’t move,” Sheriff Hottie said. “Though it’ll take a while to get an ambulance out here. How badly are you hurt?”

“I don’t know. I’m more worried about my dog,” Caleb said.

The sheriff left him for a moment to open the door to the back seat. Frost was out of the car in seconds, making his way over to Caleb. Caleb noticed a slight limp as he walked, and when he jumped up to put his front paws on Caleb’s leg, Caleb could see there was some blood there.

“Oh God, buddy, I’m so sorry,” Caleb told his dog even as the Labrador licked his face.

“Look,” the sheriff began, “I can drive you both to the local vet, and I’ll get my friend to come meet us there. She’s a doctor. If she thinks you need to go to the hospital, I’ll take you there myself. The nearest one is in Clearspring, and it’s twenty-five miles back the way you came.”

Considering their conversation had started with Caleb hitting his car, and Sheriff Hottie calling him an idiot, the man was being kind. Caleb supposed that was his job after all, but still, he appreciated it.

“Thank you,” Caleb said. “What’s your name?”

Calling him Sheriff Hottie in his head was dangerous. It was only a matter of time before he accidentally said that out loud.

“I’m Sheriff Allen,” the man said. “Henry.”

Caleb nodded. “Henry, that’s a good strong name…except for that Henry the eighth asshole, right?”

Henry frowned at him and gently maneuvered the dog so that Frost was no longer half on top of Caleb. The sheriff then held up two fingers in front of Caleb’s face.

“How many fingers?” he asked.

“Two. Oh, you think I’m concussed? No, I actually am just an idiot,” Caleb said. “No brain-to-mouth filter.”

Henry raised an eyebrow in a way Caleb had only ever seen The Rock pull off. There was what looked like an air of amusement around his mouth, though it could be a grimace.

“Okay, tell me where hurts,” Henry said.

Caleb tilted his neck to test it and felt a pull that hadn’t been there before, but it wasn’t any worse than some of the injuries he had gained from sleeping funny. Life had been all fun and games until he hit twenty-five. Since then he had developed an intolerance to lactose, hay fever, and parts of his body would randomly start hurting for no apparent reason.

He bet Sheriff Hottie was a perfect specimen of humanity. He probably went running and ate kale.

“My neck hurts a little,” Caleb told him. “But otherwise I think I’m okay. Luckily I wasn’t driving very fast.”

He added the last part in hopes that the sheriff didn’t think he had been breaking the law.

“Good,” Henry said with a nod. “I want you to get out of the car, and try and keep your head as still as possible. Keep looking forward, you got it?”

Caleb responded with a nod, which he only realized after, thanks to the sharp stab of pain it caused, was the complete opposite of what Henry had asked him to do.

“Jesus Christ,” Henry said, already despairing of Caleb. It usually took knowing Caleb longer for people to get to that point with him. “Maybe we should wait for an ambulance.”




“Tell me what you want?” Henry asked, trailing kisses down Caleb’s jaw. “You can have anything you want.”

“I want…everything.”

Henry chuckled. “I think that might be a little ambitious for your first time.”

Caleb’s head was too stuffed full of lust to be able to think straight. He huffed out a laugh at his own accidental internal joke.

Henry walked him backward until his legs hit the bed.

“Tell me what you want?” Henry asked again. “You can have anything. You just have to tell me.”

Caleb’s cock throbbed at the offer. He knew what he wanted, but he had always believed it was impolite to ask for it, and that he should wait until it was offered. Still, all of his experiences, limited as they were, had been with women.

“I want you to suck my dick,” Caleb told him honestly, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

Henry just grinned at him, slow and seductive, like he had gotten what he wanted. His gaze dropped down to Caleb’s cock, and Caleb had never seen someone look so hungry for it before. As Henry urged him to lie down on the bed, Caleb got the impression that for Henry this wasn’t a favor he was doing him, or an obligation—this was a reward.

He looked down at Caleb, splayed out on the bed, and Caleb could only wonder what he looked like to the sheriff. Henry’s pale eyes raked over Caleb’s body as he reached down to give his own cock a few strokes.

“How the hell did I not realize I’m bisexual?” Caleb wondered out loud, much to Henry’s amusement. “God, look at you.”

Henry smiled at him, clearly pleased by Caleb’s response. “Maybe you were just waiting for me to come along.”

“You didn’t come along,” Caleb pointed out. “I rammed my car into the back of yours.”

Henry smirked. “Well, then maybe hitting your head knocked something loose.”

Caleb laughed, glad that they could talk like this, even with both of them naked and hard.

Henry’s gaze turned predatory and Caleb sobered. He watched Henry, a man he hardly knew, climb onto the bed. His large frame and perfect body was a little intimidating, but the way Henry looked at him, like he wanted to eat Caleb up, was heady. He tried not to let himself wonder about tomorrow. In fact, he tried to shut his brain off entirely as Henry covered his body with his own and kissed him again.

He felt himself drifting into heaven as Henry’s body rubbed against his. He let himself melt into the bed. Henry kissed like he was starving, like only Caleb’s lips could sustain him.

He heard the other man moan, low and primal. The sound sent a shockwave down to Caleb’s cock.

“Fuck,” Caleb whispered as Henry broke the kiss and began trailing his lips down Caleb’s neck, stopping when he reached his nipples. He swirled his finger around one of them, the pink flesh growing hard at the teasing touch. His other was enveloped by a hot mouth. The moist heat as Henry sucked caused the skin around the nipple to wrinkle.

“Henry,” he said, his voice drifting off on a sigh. He hadn’t realized having his nipples played with could feel so good. “That feels incredible.”

After some time, the mouth abandoned Caleb’s nipples and continued further down to lick his flat stomach, stopping to dip a tongue into Caleb’s navel.

His cock twitched impatiently and his hands balled in the bed sheets. He felt both nervous and excited about what was about to happen, and even more so about when it was time for him to reciprocate.

There was no hesitation from Henry once he was face-to-face with Caleb’s cock. He wet his lower lip before taking it in hand and lowering his head to lick along the underside.

The two of them made eye contact, and Caleb had to work hard not to come from that alone.


Seriously, he thought, almost angry with himself for everything he had missed out on. How did I not know I was bisexual?

He watched Henry, enrapt by what was happening. It certainly wasn’t the first blow job he’d received, but the fact that it was a man doing it, a man like Henry who looked at Caleb like he wanted to eat him alive, made it so much hotter.

Henry closed his eyes in pleasure as he took Caleb’s cock in his mouth and slowly down the back of his throat. Caleb felt his dick pulse against the soft flesh of Henry’s tongue.

“Mmm,” Henry moaned, pulling up, sucking the shaft. He stopped at the head, adding more pressure, and used his tongue to trace patterns along the tip.

“Fuck,” Caleb cried out. “Oh my God, you’re so good at this.”

He felt a rumbling chuckle around his cock, and he looked down to see that Henry’s eyes were smiling.

Caleb wished he could somehow kiss Henry without it resulting in the blow job ending. The sheriff’s lips were red and shiny from their ministrations, and so damn kissable.

Caleb reached down, needing to touch him. He trailed his fingertips over one of Henry’s cheekbones, smiling when Henry leaned into the touch. He ran his fingers through Henry’s hair, enjoying the feeling of the soft strands. As Henry began bobbing his head up and down, sucking Caleb’s cock harder, Caleb found himself fisting his hand in Henry’s hair and pulling it, needing to ground himself.

“Shit, sorry,” he said, letting go, only for Henry to grab his hand and put it back where it was. He watched as Henry pulled off, the feel of the cool air on the wet head of his cock making him shudder.

“I told you,” Henry said, his voice rough and dripping with lust. “You can have anything you want. You can do anything you want.”

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