Siren Publishing Lynn Hagen ManLove Collection: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Paranormal, Shape-shifters, Werewolves, MM, HEA]
In Alpha to His Omega, taken from an abusive pack, Shiloh has lived at the Den for over two decades, feeling as if he didn’t quite fit in with all the couples in the house. On an outing with Johnny and Spencer, Shiloh is pulled into one of their schemes and finds himself in Sebastian Brac's territory. They were supposed to only stop for coffee, until the alpha steps into the shop and Shiloh realizes that the brooding stranger is his mate.
Since meeting two decades ago, Sebastian has been at odds with his brother and keeping his distance. When Sebastian enters the coffee shop to get warm, a wonderful smell leads him to a shy little wolf hiding behind the fireplace. Sebastian thought butting heads with Maverick over Shiloh was bad enough, but when his mate's evil twin escapes a mental ward and heads straight for Shiloh, Sebastian and his pack must stop the twin before he kills Shiloh.
In Playing for Keeps, Jalen ran from Houston when he witnessed a coldblooded murder. He knows the men who committed the crime, and they know him. With nowhere else to go, he calls his cousin Cameron, who lives in Desire, and leaves that very night. What Jalen didn’t expect was meeting a sexy, determined man who has his sights set on him.
Ezekiel swears his pack is cursed. No one except their alpha has found his mate. But fate intervenes when Zeke strolls into the coffeehouse and finds a sexy little number working behind the counter. He and Cage race toward the man, both determined to get to the human first.
Zeke is stunned to find out that Jalen is his mate, but trouble is on the man’s heels. Not only is Jalen’s cousin completely against two men being together, but Jalen is the only witness to a murder, and it’s up to Zeke to keep his mate alive.
Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.
Alpha to His Omega
Spencer slowed and then turned his blinker on before making a right. They drove about a mile before Shiloh saw the first signs of a town. Shops ran along both sides of Main Street. Shiloh rolled his eyes. The name was so original.
That looked to be the only major street in town. Just one long street of shops. As they passed by the side streets, Shiloh saw homes. “The town isn’t that big.”
“Towns take time to build,” Spencer said. “I’m actually shocked they have this many buildings.”
Shiloh didn’t know anything about building a town, but what Spencer said made sense. The left side of the street had Hick's Grocery, The Big Egg diner, and a bar called Bad Habits. He knew it was a bar because of the neon signs advertising various brands of beer. On the right were Clipping Beauty, and Burke's barbershop, and Beans and Buns. There were more buildings past that, but they didn’t make it that far.
“Right there.” Johnny pointed to the building on the corner of Main Street and DuPont Street, and Spencer parked in the diagonal space in front of Beans and Buns.
Spencer chuckled. “I like the name.”
“I bet it isn’t better than The Café,” Johnny sniffed.
“I’m pretty sure you were the one who suggested we come here,” Shiloh pointed out to the employee of The Café.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Johnny said. “But I still bet their coffee isn’t better.”
“Let’s go find out.” Spencer cut the motor and they climbed from the truck. The brisk winter air stole the warmth from Shiloh, but the smell of sticky buns and coffee beans had him hurrying toward the shop.
A bell jingled over the door when they stepped inside. Shiloh instantly fell in love with the cozy place. A counter stood to the left with a menu board that said they not only served coffee, but sandwiches, soup, and baked goods. In the middle of the shop was a double-sided fireplace with a few chairs and love seats around it. Toward the front window were wooden tables, and Shiloh noticed there were plenty of outlets for chargers.
A row of outlets even ran along the bottom half of the fireplace. “I think I’m in love,” Shiloh teased, knowing Johnny would pout.
Yep, Johnny’s lower lip slid out.
Spencer nudged Johnny. “You have to admit, this place is nice.”
Johnny scowled. “They better have burritos. I’m starving.”
A half dozen people were already seated at the tables and a couple occupied one of the love seats. No one had looked their way. The couple on the love seat was snuggled close, and those who sat at the tables had their noses in their laptops or iPads.
A slim man with dark brown hair stood behind the counter, working the milk steamer as a guy stood on the other side waiting for his order.
“I’ll be with you in a minute,” the man said before he turned and began to work at the counter behind him.
Spencer and Johnny stood motionless as they stared at the menu board. Shiloh slid into a chair and glanced around. Not one single person looked his way. No one shouted that he was an omega while trying to yank him from the shop.
Shiloh hadn’t had the best experiences in life. He’d come from a pack where the alpha had used him for sex and treated him like a doormat. The pack members thought of him as a weak wolf they could knock around. Although the men at the Den were a thousand times better, Shiloh hadn’t gone out much after Hawk and Maverick had sworn to protect him and taken him from his old alpha, Sheraton.
Being out in the open like this, in a strange town, Shiloh’s nerves were wound tight. He was tempted to call Maverick and beg the alpha to come get him. But he didn’t. For one, Johnny and Spencer looked happy, and Shiloh didn’t want to spoil their fun. They were currently chatting up the guy behind the counter, as if this were Disney World instead of another small town.
And two, Shiloh wasn’t ready to face the alpha and commander’s anger. He wanted to put that off as long as possible.
“Here.” Johnny came over to him with a pink cupcake in hand. “I got this for you.”
“Thanks.” Everyone knew Shiloh had a major sweet tooth. With as much sugar as he ate, he should’ve been five hundred pounds, but Shiloh was still one hundred and ten pounds soaking wet.
“I ordered you chicken noodle soup and a turkey sandwich, too.” Johnny didn’t wait for Shiloh to respond before hurrying back over to the counter to stand next to Spencer.
When Shiloh bit into the cupcake, he moaned. It was soft, moist, and had slices of real strawberries inside. The icing was to die for. Sneaking away didn’t seem so bad now that he’d tasted the best cupcake ever. He was definitely getting a dozen to take with him.
As Shiloh chewed, he watched two men stop in front of the shop. They were talking and dang if the one on the right wasn’t just as tall as Maverick. He was lean with a head full of short, wavy, black hair. He had his back to Shiloh, so he couldn’t see the man’s face.
And then he turned. He opened the door and stepped inside, and Shiloh lost all interest in his orgasmic treat. Even the guy’s thin North Face jacket couldn’t hide how muscly and lean he was. He had the same gray eyes as Maverick and the same angular nose, strong jaw, and bad-boy aura.
Shiloh crushed the remaining piece of cupcake in his hand as his heart thumped wildly. The family resemblance was uncanny, and he knew he was staring at Sebastian Brac—the alpha of this town, and the man whom they’d been warned to stay away from.
Crooking his finger, he eased it under Shiloh’s jaw and lifted his head. Baby blues stared up at him as Sebastian bent his head and brushed his lips over Shiloh’s. He slid his hands down Shiloh’s back and cupped his bottom.
Feral need tore through Sebastian as his wolf howled. He circled his finger around Shiloh’s puckered hole, sliding his tongue inside the man’s mouth. Sebastian tasted the faint remnants of strawberry.
His cock lay erect between them and he felt desperate for Shiloh to touch his heated flesh.
Instead of asking, he guided Shiloh’s hand between them. Shiloh groaned into Sebastian’s mouth as he gripped Sebastian’s cock. His dick jerked as the water rippled around them.
“Drain some of the water,” Shiloh said against Sebastian’s lips. “I want to taste you.”
“Got a better idea.” Sebastian lifted Shiloh from his lap and then pushed to sit on the edge of the tub. Fuck, the porcelain was cold. He grabbed a couple dry towels from the shelf to his right and placed them under him. “Good for you?”
Shiloh rose to his knees, placing his hands on Sebastian’s thighs. “This’ll do.”
With parted lips, Sebastian watched as his mate took the head of his cock into his mouth. Sebastian let out a shaky breath, curling his fingers around the sides of the tub. He leaned back slightly, his gaze locked on Shiloh’s lips.
The view was magnificent and burned into Sebastian’s memory as he caressed his knuckles over Shiloh’s hollowed cheeks. Shiloh gripped Sebastian’s thigh tighter and squeezed the base of his cock harder.
When his mate gazed up at him with those sultry eyes, Sebastian neared the edge of his release. He cupped Shiloh’s chin. “Keep looking at me.”
Shiloh didn’t react to the growl in Sebastian’s tone. Instead, his eyes darkened and his pupils dilated. His tongue snaked out and slid over the throbbing head, making Sebastian’s grip tighten.
“Are you out to wreck me, little omega?”
One side of Shiloh’s mouth curled upward into an almost-smile. He began to stroke Sebastian’s cock, sucking the head past his wet, swollen lips. It was all Sebastian could do not to come, not to grip his mate’s head and fuck Shiloh’s mouth.
But he allowed Shiloh to set the pace. Hurrying would make this only end sooner, and Sebastian wanted to draw this out as long as possible. It was torturous, but control was something he’d always prided himself on.
Or so he had. Shiloh pushed at his control as Sebastian let out a strained breath and closed his eyes. That seemed to only encourage Shiloh. He took Sebastian’s cock farther down his throat, using his throat muscles to squeeze and tightened around Sebastian’s shaft.
His prided control shattered. Sebastian gripped the sides of the tub as he threw his head back and gasped, calling out Shiloh’s name as his cock pulsed and cum shot down the man’s throat. His climax did nothing to soften his cock.
Sebastian grabbed Shiloh, turned him, and pushed his mate to the edge of the tub before kneeling behind him. He reached behind the towels and grabbed the bottle of lube he kept stashed there. Sebastian wet his fingers before driving them deep into Shiloh’s ass.
He ignored the fact that water had splashed over the sides, soaking the floor. Sebastian ignored everything as he stretched Shiloh, desperate to bury his cock deep.
Shiloh tossed his head back, making sex noises as he thrust backward, fucking Sebastian’s fingers. He was just as desperate as Sebastian felt.
Control gone, Sebastian lubed his still-hard cock and tossed the bottle aside. His canines had punched down, and his wolf was close to the surface, demanding he take Shiloh, demanding he claim the small wolf as his mate.
“Please,” Shiloh begged, his voice strained.
Sebastian blew out a series of breaths, trying his damnedest to regain some of his control that had shattered. Taking his mate hard, fast, and wildly would have been good any other time. But not now, not when this was their first time together, not when this was when they would bind for life.
Although they were both wound tight, he didn’t want Shiloh to think he was a savage beast. Sebastian gripped his cock hard, his fist close to the head. He slid his hand down just an inch, then pushed forward, allowing only the head to breach the tight sheath.
“Sebastian,” Shiloh whimpered.
Sebastian gritted his teeth. “Slow, Shiloh. We’re gonna take this slow.”
When Shiloh tried to thrust back, Sebastian pressed his free hand into his mate’s lower back, keeping his fist wound around his cock so Shiloh couldn’t impale himself any further.
Sebastian deserved a damn medal for his show of restraint.
He glided his hand up Shiloh’s sleek back and curled his fingers around the man’s nape before he slid in another inch and stilled.
His mate whimpered again but didn’t attempt to move.
He saw now that Shiloh had no control when it came to sex. Sebastian had been dangerously close to losing it himself. But the longer he forced himself not to drive his cock deep, the more control he regained.
“Keep your hands on the tub,” he said. “Don’t move.”
Another inch. Although Sebastian reeled in his desperation, his wolf wasn’t so giving. It snarled and snapped, angry that Sebastian wasn’t moving. He felt claws trying to emerge, and he fought against the primal need to bite into Shiloh’s shoulder and fuck him hard.
Playing for Keeps
“How can I help you?” the barista asked.
Zeke could think of many different ways the human could help him. He shoved at Cage when his pack member tried to nudge his way in. This was a solo deal, and Cage had lost the race. “Dunno. What’s your specialty?”
Cage snorted behind him and muttered, “Lame.”
“Uh, serving food and drinks,” the guy said. “If you’re looking for more, I hear the internet has those types of websites.”
Charming. “I was referring to drink and food. But when you get off”—he made the last two words sound elicit—”you can show me those websites you’re talking about.”
The worker crinkled his nose. “I think I’ll pass. If you’re not gonna order anything, can you please step aside so I can help the gentleman behind you.”
Zeke turned to see that only Cage stood there. He turned back to the human. “That’s not a gentleman. He’s a relic from the Stone Age.”
Cage shoved at his shoulder. “Get his number and get out of my way. I’m starving.”
“You can toss together a bologna sandwich for him,” Zeke teased. “So, you gonna give me your number?”
“Twenty-two,” the guy said. The number had to be his age. “Now move aside, please.”
With a low growl, Zeke stepped aside, but didn’t go far. In fact, he had taken only one step back. He glared at Cage. “No mooching.”
“You got to him first,” Cage said. “Don’t act like I don’t know the bro code.”
Zeke watched the guy take Cage’s order. The human’s nametag read Jalen. How had he not noticed that right away? Jalen tucked a stray, blond hair behind his delicate ear, and chewed at his lower lip as he nodded at Cage. Damn if Zeke didn’t want to run his hands through those silky strands as he bit that moist lip.
Jalen shot his hazel gaze at Zeke before he turned and started Cage’s order.
“Move.” Zeke shoved at Cage and glanced over the counter to stare at Jalen’s ass. Fuck me sideways. Jalen had the nicest, plumpest backside Zeke had ever seen. His cock got hard just staring at it.
“Do I need to get a spray bottle?” Cage asked. “Bend any farther and you might as well crawl over the counter.”
Zeke cast a glance over his shoulder. “It’s been a while, all right?”
Cage chuckled. “Just as long as you don’t try and hump my leg, be my guest. Every town needs a stalker.”
“I’m not a damn—” Zeke snapped his head around. He inhaled deep drafts of the human’s honeysuckle sent. His gut twisted, as if he’d just been sucker punched. Zeke took a step back, glanced at Cage, and then back at Jalen.
“Why the hell do you look constipated?” Cage asked. “What’s wrong with you?”
Zeke held up a finger. He inhaled again. Something primal unleashed inside of him and he had to force himself not to jump over the counter. His canines had slightly descended. His cock was so hard that it painfully throbbed. Zeke wiped a hand over his face and shook his head.
“Dude, seriously, what’s wrong?” Cage’s brows furrowed. “I told you not to eat that sushi from the gas station.”
Although Zeke had felt a stitch of pain earlier from the sushi, that wasn’t it. He looked at Jalen—who still had his back to them—and felt an overwhelming need to protect the human from…everything.
Zeke moved past Cage and dropped onto one of the love seats that surrounded the pass-through gas fireplace. He sat back, trying to reel his shit in. Jalen might try to stab him if Zeke tossed the human over his shoulder and ran from the coffeehouse. There were some pretty big knives behind the counter.
Cage sat across from him in a cushiony chair. He kicked his foot at Zeke to gain his attention. “Your fucking canines are showing,” he whispered harshly. “Whatever’s got you so worked up, you need to calm your shit.”
Sitting forward, Zeke rested his elbows on his knees and lowered his head, taking in deep breaths. It wasn’t working. “That guy…” Zeke shook his head.
“What about him?”
Zeke’s chest felt heavy as his wolf batted and snarled to get free, to get to Jalen. He curled his fingers in, and saw an inch of his black claws showing at the tips of his fingernails.
“Damn,” Cage said as he eased back into the cushion. “Never saw you this worked up before. It’s like that?”
It was like that and then some. Zeke glanced at the counter. Jalen had a tray in his hand as he moved around the display case and headed their way, his slim hips moving provocatively. Zeke groaned and looked away.
“He is damn good-looking,” Cage said. “Maybe I’ll invite him to sit on my lap while I eat.”
Zeke barked a growl at Cage, and then slapped a hand over his mouth. Cage dropped his jaw as he stared at Zeke. The loud growl only told Zeke how close he was to losing it. “Touch him and I’ll rip your arm from its socket.”
A knowing look entered Cage’s green eyes.
“Here you go.” Jalen sat the tray on the coffee table. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can get you.”
“No, I’m good,” Cage said as his gaze flashed from Jalen to Zeke.
Jalen swiveled around and smiled at Zeke. “Have you decided what you want?”
Zeke slowly rose from the love seat, towering over the short human. “Oh, I know exactly what I want.”
Jalen visibly swallowed as he took a step back. “You really do need to learn what boundaries are, mister.”
“Zeke. My name is Ezekiel Fergana.”
“Well, Mr. Fergana, if you want to order something from the menu, I’ll be behind the counter. If you want anything else, I’m invisible.”
Zeke’s heart galloped at Jalen’s wit. It turned him on and made him wonder if the man would be that fiery in the bed.
But before he could find out, Zeke had to get past the barrier Jalen had erected. And he would. Yes, yes he would.
When Jalen walked away, Zeke groaned, his attention fixed on the man’s ass.
Cage took a bite of his sandwich, chewed, and then swallowed. “Ain’t it peculiar that you were just talking about finding your mate, and bam, here he is?”
Lowering to his seat, Zeke kept his gaze locked on Jalen. “And if he thinks I’m that easily dismissed, he has another thing coming.”
“You really don’t get it, do you?” Zeke caressed Jalen’s jaw. “I want everything. Forever. Tonight, tomorrow, eternity. I want you to drop your walls and be brave enough to take a chance with me, to take a chance with us.”
Jalen’s breath hitched. “But…why?”
“Because fate handpicked you for me, cupcake. I knew you were mine the moment I laid eyes on you, and I don’t plan to ever let you go. Tell me you feel just an ounce of that toward me.”
Jalen did, and the feeling scared him. He’d never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Zeke. But what if his past caught up with him and Jalen had to run? Could he honestly leave Zeke behind? Could he trust Zeke with his secret? The thought of letting anyone in made Jalen feel vulnerable. “Yes.”
Zeke’s hand slid behind Jalen’s head. The man pulled him closer, their lips touching. It didn’t hurt because of the pain pills, so Jalen opened, sucking Zeke’s tongue into his mouth, moaning at how damn good the guy tasted.
His hand fell to Jalen’s leg, and then slid up, brushing over Jalen’s hardening cock. Zeke broke the kiss, but kept their mouths inches apart. “Can we go? Can I take you home and make love to you?”
“God yes.” Jalen grabbed the bread basket. They would have to do because food was the last thing on Jalen’s mind.
Zeke was out of his seat and pulling Jalen toward the exit in seconds. They were in the truck before Jalen could blink, and Zeke tore from the curb, driving them home as Jalen did his best to scarf down the bread.
Home. Jalen still couldn’t wrap his mind around that word. Zeke had called it their home. This had to be a dream. This kind of thing never happened to him—this feeling of complete happiness, utter need, and overwhelming craziness.
They had to have made it back to Desire in record time. The tires slid slightly over the pavement in front of the house as Zeke came to a stop. Jalen jumped from the truck, hurrying in behind his soon-to-be lover.
By the time they made it their bedroom, Jalen was wound so tight that he felt he’d come before anything got started. Zeke slammed the door behind them and bent to remove his boots. Jalen kicked his shoes off, tore his shirt over his head, and shoved his jeans and underwear down his legs. When he looked up, Zeke stood there naked, his thick, long cock jutting from between his legs. Jalen didn’t have time to wonder if he could handle the girth. Zeke pulled Jalen into his arms, his hand skirting through Jalen’s hair, tugging at the strands as their mouths collided.
Jalen was backed to the bed, and then fell, Zeke cushioning his fall as his lover climbed over him, his cock dragging along Jalen’s leg. Instinct had Jalen wrapping his legs around the man’s waist. He could have sworn he heard a growl as Zeke punched his hips, his cock running along the crease of Jalen’s ass.
As Zeke kissed along his jaw, neck, and ear, Jalen groaned, feeling so desperate that he was ready to beg the man to fuck him. His hole pulsed, his cock throbbed, and his heart sped so fast that he felt dizzy.
That could’ve been the meds, though.
“Mine,” Zeke said in a soft growl against Jalen’s neck.
Jalen ran his hands over the shaven sides of his lover’s head, and then pulled at the long hair on top, amazed at just how soft the strands were. Zeke’s beard and mustache scrapped his skin, making it burn, and Jalen loved it.
“Don’t move,” Zeke said as he got up and pulled the drawer to his nightstand open. Jalen pushed to his elbows and glanced over Zeke’s strong, muscled body. His ass was perfectly rounded, as if he’d done a thousand squats a day. His thighs were corded and well-developed. His waist was lean, with that sexy V-shape on either side of his stomach. His chest was solid, sexy. Jalen wanted to lick every inch of that muscly body.
When Zeke turned back to him, he held a tube of lubricant in his hand. He tossed it next to Jalen before crawling back over him, forcing Jalen to lower back to the bed.
“I wish my mouth didn’t hurt,” Jalen said. “God, I want to taste you.”
Zeke’s brown eyes darkened as he licked his lips. “We have time for that later.”
He sucked in a gasp as Zeke lowered himself and settled between Jalen’s legs. His warm breath skittered across Jalen’s aching cock, sending shockwaves of excitement all over his body. Jalen felt as if he was in an unbreakable trance as he watched this strong, powerful man open his mouth and take Jalen’s cock between his lips.
“Oh fuck!” Jalen closed his eyes, planted his feet on the bed, and grabbed Zeke’s hair, pulling at the silkiness as Zeke took Jalen all the way down his throat. Wet fingers breached Jalen’s hole, swirls of pleasure gripped him, and the world tilted sideways as Zeke lavished Jalen’s cock with his expert tongue.
Jalen hitched his hips, fucking Zeke’s mouth as he became lost, drowning in the pleasure, gasping for breath, and falling apart. He was on the flip side of sanity, millions of miles away from reality as Zeke did things to his body that had Jalen crying out.