[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Paranormal, Romantic Suspense, Shape-shifters, Werewolves, MM, HEA]
Crash and Burn
Alpha Werewolf Crash left his hometown of Emerald Valley a long time ago, along with his five best friends. Now he’s back in town to solve a murder, but the town’s changed, taken over by a vicious wolf pack. Worse, his ex and the only man he’s ever loved is about to be mated to another. Mark’s already broken his heart once, but there are some things that can’t be forgiven. Crash will claim Mark, even if that means his death.
Omega Wolf Mark’s done all he can to survive, including stomaching a man he doesn’t love. When Crash returns to town, unresolved feelings return to the surface and the chemistry between them burns as hot as ever. Crash swears to never let Mark go again, but things are never that simple.
Will Crash challenge an entire pack to win back his Omega?
His Omega to Keep
Joe’s a defective Omega who’s finally found the courage to leave his cheating lover. He leaves his pack of ten years and intends to make it on his own. But when his car breaks down, Joe has no choice but to call for a mechanic.
He’s shocked when he discovers the mechanic is Atlas, one of the five lone Alphas who recently moved back to Emerald Valley—and who pose a threat to his former pack. Is the attraction between them real, or will Atlas break his heart, too?
Alpha werewolf Atlas can’t explain his strange attraction to Joe, given that the man Atlas believes was his mate died a year ago. Atlas’s wolf tells him Joe is his mate, but his wolf has made a mistake before.
When the inferno between them grows too strong to ignore, Atlas knows it’s too late for second-guessing. Joe is his mate, and he intends to show his Omega that running away isn’t an option.
Crash and Burn
“Why did you come back here, Crash?” he finally asked, letting Crash hear the weariness in his voice.
Crash halted. For a brief moment, an expression of pain crossed his face. It was only for a moment, but it gave Mark a glimpse of the real emotions Crash carefully hid—regret, anger, and sorrow. The Alpha still had feelings for him. Mark was certain of it. He wished he didn’t see the real Crash. It made his task a lot harder to do.
“I—we came for Larry, to see if Larry’s death had really been an accident.”
Mark suspected as much. How he’d envied Larry for being close to Crash and his friends in the past. It had been Larry who’d introduced them back in high school, and he’d blame Larry for sending him both a gift and a curse.
Every muscle in his body froze as Crash eliminated the distance between them.
The Alpha fisted Mark’s shirt and yanked him close enough so he could feel Crash’s body heat. A whimper clawed its way from his throat. The Omega wolf in him persuaded him to make the first move, to stop being a coward. He twitched his fingers, needing so badly to lift up Crash’s shirt and trace those six-pack abs and pectoral muscles.
Once upon a time, Mark had known every inch of his mate. That was the past. He knew nothing about the dangerous stranger in front of him. Omegas with better sense would have backed off, given Crash the warning, and headed home to Luka, his mate, except his rightful soul mate stood right in front of him.
No matter how much he wanted to touch, to experience being under the mercy of Crash’s rough hands and lips, he held himself back. Mark had never quite successfully managed to shut the doors of the past, but he could stop looking over his shoulder and set his eyes forward. Crash wasn’t in his future. Luka was, even though Mark’s heart, his wolf, wept at the thought.
“I smell fear on you, little Omega,” Crash said in a seductive, crooning voice, which never failed to make Mark shiver.
“I’m not afraid of you,” he whispered.
“Now who’s the little liar? It’s not just that I scent, but you’re excited to see me.”
“Are you delusional?” he asked.
Crash’s gaze moved lower. He looked down and, to Mark’s embarrassment, noticed his erection jutting against his jeans. Crash didn’t look ashamed about the bulge in Mark’s pants. That didn’t surprise Mark. They’d always been polar opposites. Mark was the one who always made safe choices, who second-guessed every little decision. Crash had been the daredevil, fearless, so ruthless that sometimes Mark felt as though he was the shadow standing next to the sun.
The Alpha dragged his hand down the length of Mark’s body. Mark swallowed. Crash’s touch was no lighter than the brush of feather, designed to tease and torment. Finally, Crash gave Mark’s dick a squeeze through the fabric. Unable to help himself, Mark moaned.
“You made your point,” Mark muttered.
“Have I? At least some things haven’t changed.” Crash emphasized his point by unzipping his pants and pulling out Mark’s dick.
The devious Alpha swiped a thumb over the pre-cum gathered at Mark’s tip. It only occurred to Mark that he could’ve stopped this any time. Crash might be a hard, rough man, but Crash wasn’t like some of the abusive assholes in the Lunar Fire pack. Crash would never take anyone against their will, except Mark silently wished Crash wouldn’t stop.
What would he give to be on the receiving end of Crash’s kisses and touches once more?
In the past, he would have caved, but not anymore.
Mark rested his hand on Crash’s inked wrist. Crash paused, tilting his head like a patient predator assessing the movements of his prey.
“Stop. You came here to see Larry. Now leave.”
Crash raised an eyebrow. Not a good idea, issuing commands to an Alpha, especially if said Alpha still held his dick captive. Mark groaned when Crash began working his dick, alternating between slow and fast movements, rendering Mark breathless.
“You dare tell me what to do?” Crash asked in the mildly deceptive voice Mark had known so well since childhood.
Mark couldn’t help it. After all he’d been through—dealing with Luka’s unwanted attentions and Larry’s death—he cracked. A sob caught in his throat. Crash frowned, withdrew his hand, and zipped Mark back again, as if sensing the change in the atmosphere.
“You and your friends don’t have the right to stroll back here after all you’ve done.” His words came out as a ragged accusation, but he didn’t care.
He shivered, feeling cold, but Crash extended an arm and pulled him close into a hug. Mark didn’t even think to fight. He melted into the Alpha’s strong and warm embrace. It felt good to be able to rely on someone else after needing to look over his shoulder all the time.
After Larry’s death, he didn’t have any other friends. The other wolves in the Lunar Fire pack looked at him with suspicion and distrust. In Crash’s arms, he felt as though he was back home again. Home was the past, when life was simple, less complicated. He breathed in Crash’s familiar scent and, in those precious few seconds, imagined what it would be like had he said yes to Crash and leaving town.
Would they be happy? Would things be different?
He shut his eyes painfully, hating how the tears welled in his eyes and fell down his cheeks.
“You left me, then Larry. I’m alone now. Why did you come back here, Crash?” he demanded, voice hoarse.
Crash fell silent for the next few moments. The Alpha began stroking Mark’s back. Mark wanted to scream at Crash, ask for answers, but instead he enjoyed the sensation of Crash’s big hands unknotting every tense muscle. It wouldn’t be long now before this tender moment ended and they would go back to fighting, bickering.
“Ask me that question again,” Crash said.
“Why are you back here?”
Nothing would have changed, except Crash’s next answer made his head spin and his heart race with anticipation, with dreaded hope.
“To see you.”
“You and I are alike. There was no one else but you,” Mark confessed out loud.
Crash didn’t look surprised, like he’d known it all along. “I know.”
Mark smiled shyly. “How do you want me?”
“On your back. I want to see the expression on your face again when you orgasm.”
Mark swallowed. The position was Crash’s favorite, he recalled. He might not have sex with Luka, but he’d seen the way Luka rutted with other submissive wolves doing mating season—with the submissive being on all fours. Luka changed partners the way a guy changed ice cream flavors. Mark often wondered if Luka would do the same to him and consoled himself that if Luka got sick of him, it wouldn’t be too bad.
Why should he settle when his real mate stood right in front of him? Enough thoughts about Luka. Mark kicked away his jeans and underwear and was about to take off the shirt, but Crash grabbed his hand.
“Keep that on.”
“What if it gets ruined?”
Crash shrugged. “I want you to smell of me.”
Sounded fine to Mark. He scrambled to the edge of the bed. Crash took off the rest of his clothes and walked over to his bag, procuring a condom from one of the bag’s pockets.
Did Crash carry those around often?
Jealousy rammed into him for a moment, but Mark recalled that those one-night stands didn’t mean a thing to Crash. Crash positioned himself between Mark’s legs. Mark swallowed and stared. Was Crash always that enormous?
“You want my dick so badly, pet? Beg me.”
Mark could already imagine Crash buried in him, claiming him once more.
“Please,” he uttered.
He blushed, but Crash was the one man he’d give his submission to. No one else. Crash already owned his heart, although he would never tell Crash that, not until later.
* * * *
Crash placed Mark’s legs over his shoulders, exposing the Omega completely to him.
“I see you’re getting hard again,” he said with a grin.
Part of him still couldn’t believe this was all happening. Never in a million years did he imagine having Mark with his legs splayed for him again, dick growing harder even right after Crash had given Mark a blowjob. His wolf urged him to finish the dance, mount Mark, and finally mate mark him so assholes like Luka could never get their hands on what rightfully belonged to Crash in the first place.
Crash thought going back home was all business, that after finding out how Larry died and avenging him, it was back to the city.
There was no going back for him, no more playing the role of good guest, not after he saw the bruises on Mark. The one on Mark’s cheek was fresh, but there were older ones.
One thing was clear to Crash.
Luka was a walking dead man.
Screw the consequences. Crash wanted nothing than to put his teeth to Luka’s throat and rip it out. For now, though, he’d keep those plans to himself. For now, he wanted to make Mark fly.
“What are you thinking about?” Mark asked.
Crash realized he’d fallen silent and had started stroking Mark’s thigh.
“Nothing you want to know.”
“Maybe you’re right. Crash, I want you to know I didn’t come here for sex. I never wanted to use you.”
Crash chuckled. “Use me? We’re two consenting adults who want to lose ourselves in each other.”
What a beautiful fucking lie. This wasn’t a mistake to Crash or a one-time fling. This was just the beginning. Crash would right all his wrongs to Mark. He planned on winning his Omega and keeping Mark for real this time.
“Okay, good,” Mark whispered.
Crash blanketed his body over Mark’s and took Mark’s lips again. The Omega wrapped his hands around Crash’s neck and responded, all heat and bite. He rubbed his dick against Mark’s and withdrew his lips so he could plant more kisses. Crash moved down the line of Mark’s body, kissed all the bruises, and made a silent promise to himself. If Luka ever laid a hand on Mark again, the Beta was going to regret it.
A simple ripping of the neck wouldn’t do. Crash would make Luka hurt so badly the Beta would be screaming for mercy by the time he was done.
Crash closed his mouth over Mark’s nipple and sucked, making Mark moan. He licked the bud then bit down. Mark squirmed, but Crash could tell Mark was turned on. Crash nipped at Mark’s other nipple before seeing Mark’s reaction.
“Please,” the Omega said again.
Crash grabbed the condom from where he’d left it on the bed.
Crash blinked. “Mark, are you sure?”
There was no telling if his seed would catch. He could get Mark pregnant, but the Omega seemed so sure.
“I want your baby, Crash.”
His Omega to Keep
“Is that your ultimate goal, to leave town and start somewhere else?”
“Yes,” he replied without hesitation.
Atlas considered him for a moment then looked at the piece of paper with the list of repairs. “I’ll make you an offer. I need an assistant to help me sort out the mess in my office. Plus, I want something else.”
“Hold on a second, are you offering me a job?” Joe was on his feet and leaning against Atlas’s messy desk, unable to contain his excitement. “I don’t know anything about cars, but I’m a fast learner. I’ve held all kinds of jobs. I’ve been a barista, I’ve sold hair products at a stand in a mall, I’ve also worked at a bookshop. I’m your man. I mean, yes, I’d like to work for you.”
“Hold on, pup. You haven’t heard the rest, but remember, you already said yes.” Atlas had a mischievous look in his eyes that made him freeze up.
“What’s the other thing?” He had to ask.
“I want you.”
“Um. Wait. What? Me?”
“Yup. You can be my new toy.”
Atlas laughed. “You know what pets are, right? You’ll be my pet.”
Joe couldn’t formulate a whole sentence right now. Of course, he knew about pack pets. Dominant males in the pack who didn’t acknowledge a submissive wolf as their mates but their fuck partners considered those individuals pets.
If Atlas meant that as an insult, the dominant wolf was dead wrong because that meant Joe had a chance with Atlas. In bed. He’d always secretly envied pets. They always seemed free-spirited to him, free to make their choices, to leave one partner and move to the next if they felt like it.
“Are you pulling my leg right now?”
Atlas looked surprised but quickly recovered. “Nope. Take it or leave it.”
“Are you kidding? I’ll take it.” Joe walked around the table and held his hand out. “Let’s shake on it.”
Atlas’s lips formed a predatory grin. The Alpha seemed to have other ideas because he took Joe’s offered hand, only to tug him down, so Joe landed on Atlas’s lap. He swallowed, aware of Atlas’s dick, straining against his jeans and his own thickening cock.
What had Joe gotten himself into?
* * * *
Atlas hedged everything on a bet. He’d asked Joe to be his pet as a dare, a kind of challenge to see how far Joe would bend. It occurred to him on a whim because, this way, he could also provide Joe a place to crash without making Joe think he took pity on the Omega. Joe already had plenty of hard blows to his pride today. Atlas didn’t need to add more. Joe admitting he had no money had probably been tough.
Atlas knew what it was like, craving independence. He, Crash, and the others had been raised in the system and grown up in unstable environments. No one wanted to risk rearing a dominant shifter male, let alone an Alpha.
For most of his life, he felt as if he was drowning, never given a break until he turned eighteen and, together with his friends, left town. So he knew what Joe must be feeling right now. If Joe had been with the pack for ten years, leaving must be a shock to him, but Joe’s reluctance to go back and ask the pack for help told Atlas volumes. Joe wanted to prove he could make it on his own.
However, Atlas didn’t expect Joe to say yes with such an eager expression on his face. Seeing the fire in Joe’s eyes amplified his need, making his dick rock hard. Atlas couldn’t remember the last time any man had gotten such a reaction out of him and his wolf. His inner animal all but wanted to bend Joe over his desk and make Joe his. Forever.
Where that thought came from he didn’t know. He held the beast back, knowing where that path might lead. Nowhere. Once, he’d given his heart and soul, everything, to someone else. Visiting Larry’s grave that morning, he realized Larry had never felt the same about him. It ached to come to that conclusion, but all the signs pointed to that hard truth. Atlas had simply been too blind to see it.
Atlas stared into Joe’s eyes. Fuck, it was hard to think with this slender Omega on his lap. Atlas wanted to do all kinds of things to Joe, to uncover every secret and make Joe scream out his name in a paroxysm of pleasure.
Joe got off him, and for a moment, Atlas thought he’d screwed this up. Instead, Joe positioned his legs on either side of him and wrapped his arms around Atlas’s neck. The Omega did this tentatively, carefully, as if Joe was scared Atlas would tell him off.
He wrapped one arm around Joe’s waist so the Omega wouldn’t fall off then used the other to grip the back of Joe’s neck.
“Kiss me,” Joe uttered, telling Atlas they both wanted this, needed this.
A kiss could tell a man plenty, so Atlas went for it. He slanted his lips over Joe’s, all roughness and heat. Joe responded with a passion rivaling his own. Their tongues and teeth clashed. Atlas slipped a hand past Joe’s shirt to touch firm, but soft skin. Fuck, he wanted to caress and pet, to explore every inch of Joe’s body.
He moved his hand higher as he deepened the kiss, more turned on when Joe sucked down on his tongue. Flicking Joe’s nipple with his fingers, he gave it a pinch. Joe squirmed, closing the distance between them so Joe’s chest crashed with his. When he pulled his mouth away, Joe moaned into his mouth, pupils yellow and dilated, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Joe looked tempting, so fuckable. His for the taking.
“I want this. I want you.”
“Good answer.” Atlas thumbed away the pre-cum from his shaft.
Every action this Alpha did stumped Joe completely. His experience in the bedroom might be confined to Royce, but he knew from other submissive wolves in the pack that dominant males always demanded. They never gave unless it was a reward.
“What are you rewarding me for?” he had to ask.
Atlas furrowed his brows.
“Dominant males don’t give without a reason.”
“Is that how your world worked?”
“Um, yes?” Joe made a mental note to stop saying “um.” He should be more confident, because what if that kind of attitude turned Atlas off?
“Not in mine.” Atlas moved his hand up and down Joe’s shaft, his movements slow and teasing.
Joe shifted on Atlas’s lap, thrusting himself into Atlas’s callused huge hand without shame.
“Let me see you come undone.”
Atlas worked him faster, his touch addictive. The Alpha slammed his lips over Joe’s again, kindling heat from belly to dick. Any moment now someone could walk in them and see Joe straddling the boss. The thought terrified him and, at the same time, made him giddy with excitement.
“What if the door opens?” he asked after Atlas pulled his mouth away.
“Do you really care?” Atlas asked, stopping.
Joe let out a snarl of frustration, only making the big wolf laugh. He squirmed when Atlas trailed his fingers lower, to rub at his puckered hole.
“Not there,” he whispered.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t played with yourself here before, little wolf, or any of your lovers?” Atlas’s warm breath tickled against his ear, making him shudder.
“I did, when I was lonely. Lovers? Before Royce, there was no one else.”
“Royce. That’s his name, huh?”
He straightened his spine and stared at Atlas. “You’re not going to do anything to him, right?”
“Not yet anyway. Forget him. You’re with me now. If you’re still able to talk, then I’m not doing a good job.” Atlas pushed a finger in him, and Joe moaned at the sensation. Atlas chuckled. “I forgot how convenient it is, being with a self-lubricating Omega. Convenient.”
“Why? Have you been with many?” he demanded.
“Just one.” Atlas had that intense look again, but before Joe ruined the moment, he slipped a hand past Atlas shirt, eyes widening.
“Dude, you’re like…a wall.”
Atlas curved his lips. “I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or insult, and didn’t I tell you to don’t call me dude, pet?”
Joe squirmed on his lap, but Atlas added a second finger in him and began playing with his entrance by making twisting motions.
“Are you seriously going to fuck me here?” he asked, a little worried and hopeful at once.
“Unless you tell me to stop.”
“That’s just it. I don’t.”
Atlas laughed. “Play with your dick.”
Joe curled his fingers around his dick and continued where Atlas had left off. Jerking off in front of Atlas felt tons different from masturbating on his own. For one, Atlas’s gaze never wavered, remaining on his face. Joe felt incredibly exposed, vulnerable. During the rare times Royce had sex with him, Royce made him feel as though it was a favor he had to earn, and Royce never looked at him.
Enough about the past though.
“Atlas, I won’t be able to…” he began, unable to continue. The pressure building in him was about to burst open.
“Let it all out, pet.”
“B-but your shirt. I’ll make a mess all over you.”
Atlas laughed, the sound warming Joe’s belly. “Don’t worry. I have a spare. Do it, pet. I want to see you come.”
Then Atlas added a third finger in him. Joe imagined the big Alpha replacing those digits with his cock and came, mind splintering as he spilled strings of his cum over Atlas’s shirt and coveralls. Panting, he clung onto Atlas, amazed by Atlas’s strong arms, still gripping him tight. So solid, that was the word. Atlas was solid, as if Joe needn’t worry Atlas was going to disappear one day and leave him all alone.
“We’re not done,” Atlas said in a hoarse voice, more animal than human. Even the Alpha’s pupils blazed dark amber with lust. Still riding the waves of post-orgasm bliss, Joe nodded, fingers fumbling to work Atlas’s jeans. He needed Atlas to be in him. Now.
“Let me,” Atlas said.
Joe hung back as Atlas peeled off his shirt, revealing an impressive torso lined with hard muscle and six-pack abs Joe wanted to stroke and touch all day long.
“Wow, you’re really like, amazing. Wait.” Joe stood to quickly take off his jeans and boxers before resuming position.
“You’re perfect, too, pet,” Atlas said, nuzzling his neck, brushing sharp canines against his skin.
Joe’s pulse sped up, knowing that special spot was where a dominant male placed his mark on his mate. He always dreamt of being worthy of that mark. That was like a brand, which told the world he was whole, that his soul mate completed him and he did the same. Atlas looked as though he was in pain but moved his lips higher, to kiss him on the mouth again.
Joe sighed after the kiss then glanced down, mouth dropping open.
“Intimidated?” Atlas asked, amused.
Atlas’s cock was thick and long, the largest Joe had ever seen.
“Impressive comes to mind,” Joe admitted. “Can something so big really fit in me?”
“Take me in you, pet. I know you can.” Atlas grabbed his cockhead and positioned it to Joe’s entrance. Joe was already prepped and ready from Atlas’s previous ministrations. He held on tight, gripping Atlas’s biceps.
Atlas pushed in, slowly at first, as if Atlas didn’t want to hurt him. It felt like being torn into two, but once Atlas passed the thick ring of muscles, it was easier to breathe.
“Be brave for me, pet. Endure the burn because, soon, I’ll make you see stars.”