Warriors of the Light, Volume 2 (MM)

Warriors of the Light

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 87,595
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[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Paranormal, Contemporary, Shape-shifters, Blood Play, Vampires, Spanking, MM, HEA]

Lawson's Half Mate

Officer Jeremy Langston is half the man he used to be both physically and mentally. An accident causes him to lose his legs and witness his sister’s mysterious abduction, and claiming the existence of vampires has his coworkers thinking he’s lost his mind, but Jeremy knows the truth. Vampires do exist. He just has to prove it.

Dead bodies and missing person’s reports are piling up in the town of Clearview. Lawson Campbell, a lion shifter and Warrior of the Light, has come to Clearview in search of a fellow warrior and to help stop the violence plaguing the town.  Meeting Jeremy is unexpected, but Lawson feels their connection and knows he can help his self-conscious mate learn to live again if only Jeremy will give him a chance.

Danger is drawing near, and Lawson must save Clearview from an underground club of killer vampires while trying to keep his mate safe because living without Jeremy isn’t an option.

Quinn's Chance at Redemption

Becoming a Warrior of the Light has helped Trevor Gray with the transition from human to vampire. It’s a dangerous job but Trevor is always up for a challenge. After being shot in the head, Trevor starts to see things in a whole new light. For starters, the man who’s been the bane of his existence for the past year is his fated mate.

Quinn Maran has gone to great lengths to make himself undetectable to his destined mate, but with magic comes a price. Not knowing the cost, Quinn soon discovers he’s made a huge mistake. Quinn’s punishment is to live forever knowing Trevor is his mate but unable to claim the young man.

The life of a warrior isn’t easy and there’s always work to be done. With a dangerous mission ahead of them, Quinn must prove his love for Trevor before he loses his chance. Because the life of a warrior never promises any guarantees.

AJ Jarrett is a Siren-exclusive author.

Warriors of the Light, Volume 2 (MM)
1 Ratings (3.0)

Warriors of the Light, Volume 2 (MM)

Warriors of the Light

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 87,595
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Lawson's Half Mate


“You,” the other man said suddenly, his eyes locking with Lawson’s.

Lawson tore his eyes away from the man’s piercing blue eyes to slide down his face. The hard lines of the man’s face seemed to soften as he looked at Lawson in shock. His mouth hung slightly open, and Lawson so desperately wanted to lean forward and taste the ripeness his mouth had to offer.

“Yeah, we bumped into each other last night.” Lawson coughed to clear his throat. “Sorry about that.”

The man tried to turn around in Lawson’s embrace, but there wasn’t enough room and regrettably Lawson had to let go. He stood up straight but didn’t take a step back.

“It wasn’t your fault.” The man laughed nervously.

Silence carried on between them longer than considered normal. They both stared at one another but would quickly look away when they made full-on eye contact.

“Lawson,” he said in a rush.

“Excuse me?” The man leaned closer and dipped his head down, tilting his ear closer to Lawson’s mouth.

“My name, it’s Lawson.” He held out his hand for the man to shake.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The man took his hand. “Jeremy.”

A tingling sensation shot across his fingertips to run up his arm. He swallowed down his groan as the desire he felt caused his cock to fill. Lawson’s hand tightened around Jeremy’s, and he didn’t want to let go. The attraction he felt toward this man was too strong to be anything other than the pull of a mate. His heart started to race, and his hands began to tremble. It was as if a jolt of adrenaline raced through his veins.

This can’t be happening. I’m not ready for this. Lawson’s inner dialogue echoed in his head. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if he tosses me aside like my parents did? Lawson couldn’t shake away those doubts. Deep down he knew he wanted to find love but was too afraid of how it would end.

Being cast off by his parents who were supposed to love him unconditionally had changed Lawson on the inside. He had become the type of person who believed the cup was half empty not full. Since that day he had felt like he was only half living. Losing his parents’ love hollowed him out in a way that Lawson wasn’t sure could ever be fixed. What would he do if his mate did the same thing? Not knowing frightened Lawson the most. It would be a pain he wasn’t sure he could survive.

“Are you okay?” Jeremy asked.

Lawson looked into Jeremy’s eyes and eased his hold on the other man’s hand. Right then something hit Lawson. If he let his fear rule him, he’d never truly live. Life was about taking chances, and he needed to make himself see where this went. Jeremy could prove him wrong. This man could fill that place in his heart that he always thought would be vacant of the adoration a lover could give.

“Yeah, I’m great.” He let go of Jeremy’s hand, searching for something else to say. “So, come here often?” He groaned internally as his eyes fell shut.

“Uh, no.” Jeremy smiled, showcasing a set of perfect white teeth.

“Man, I’m sorry.” Lawson wanted to explain. “I didn’t mean to say that cheesy line. I’m just nervous,” he admitted.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” Jeremy laughed. “But nonetheless, still flattering.”

Lawson smiled and motioned toward the dance floor. “Would you like to dance?”

Jeremy’s face went pale, and Lawson could see the quick up-and-down bobbing of his throat as he swallowed. The man looked from the dance floor down to his feet then back to Lawson. “I think I’ll pass. I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Just one dance.” Lawson didn’t want to let the man get away. “We don’t have to do that jumping around full-on body grind they’re doing out there.” He took a step closer until his chest brushed up against Jeremy’s. “Just a gentle sway of two guys having a relaxing get-to-know-you kind of thing.” He flashed a playful smile. “What do you say, Jeremy? Don’t shoot me down. I don’t think my heart could take it.”

Jeremy stared longingly at the people dancing then finally agreed. “Okay, just one dance. That’s it.” He held up his finger.

“Deal.” Lawson took Jeremy’s hand and intertwined their fingers. On wobbly legs Lawson led the way to the dance floor.

The song changed rhythm, not as fast as the previous song. Lawson shouldered his way through the crowd until he found a vacant spot. He stopped and turned to face Jeremy. He brought one of Jeremy’s hands up to rest on his shoulder then guided the other to his other shoulder. Jeremy grinned at him as he shook his head from side to side but didn’t pull away. Lawson wrapped his arms around Jeremy’s waist and pulled him closer and started to sway to the music.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Jeremy laughed.

“What? Are my dance moves that bad?” Lawson teased as he edged closer to Jeremy, feeling the heat seep off the man’s body.

“No, it just reminds me of when I was a kid at a school dance. My sister and I use to laugh about how everyone danced the same way. Just swaying back and forth like a pendulum.” Jeremy stopped laughing and a saddened look crept over his handsome face.

“You okay?” Lawson asked, sensing the man’s distress.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Jeremy’s arms slid further over Lawson’s shoulders, bringing their bodies even closer together. A shudder quaked over Lawson’s body as Jeremy rested his head on his shoulder.

Not wanting to break the spell they were under, Lawson just held Jeremy tighter and let the music move them along.




“Thanks.” Jeremy started to laugh. He liked that Lawson didn’t stare at his legs or show any signs of regret of being in bed with him. Lawson seemed genuine with his motives for being here. Even if the man was lying, his dick wasn’t. The swollen head glistened with pre-cum, and the tight, hard length pointed up toward the man’s belly button. Jeremy marveled at the size. It wasn’t overly thick, but it was long.

“So.” Lawson tugged at Jeremy’s sleep pants. “Can you take these off? I’m dying to see you completely naked.”

Jeremy stared into Lawson’s eyes, and he swore they glowed in the darkness. Whatever worldly creature Lawson was, it only added to his handsome features.

Not wanting to make the man wait, Jeremy took a deep breath and put his hands in the waist of his pants and wiggled them down his legs. His cock slapped against his taut stomach, and he heard Lawson’s sharp inhale. He looked over to see the man staring wide-eyed at his dick. There had been many men before the accident that had told Jeremy his cock was a monster. It was thick, long, and veiny. Most men complained about how their mouths ached when they sucked him off, and they couldn’t deep-throat his wide girth. But at least Jeremy had a big dick going for him.

“God,” Lawson said in awe. “You are beautiful everywhere.” He reached out and wrapped his warm fingers around Jeremy and sucked in a breath at the contact.

Lawson crawled up onto his knees. He reached down and shoved Jeremy’s pants out of the way and moved between his spread thighs. Still with one hand on his raging hard-on, Lawson lowered his head to lick at the damp tip. Jeremy jumped at the wet caress and groaned as Lawson took more of his length into his mouth.

The light flickers of tongue to his slit and under the swollen head had Jeremy jerking his hips upward. Lawson sucked deeply on his shaft and used one hand to cradle his balls and the other to run up Jeremy’s chest to pinch at his pebbled nipples.

“Fuck!” Jeremy shouted as sparks shot along his sensitive skin. He wanted to come so badly but bit the inside of his cheek to distract himself. With Lawson’s head bobbing up and down between his legs Jeremy couldn’t help but reach out and place his hands on the back of the man’s head.

Lawson had a good six inches in his mouth, and there was still about three more to go. Jeremy pushed on the back of Lawson’s head as he arched his hips up. The man hummed along Jeremy’s shaft and swallowed the remaining length down to the root. Jeremy could feel Lawson’s throat massage along his rigid shaft and never once did the man gag or choke. Either Lawson had been gifted with no gag reflex or he was an expert at sucking cock and learned by practice. It didn’t matter to Jeremy though. What Lawson was doing to him made his mind relax and he forgot all his problems, if just for a little bit.

The familiar tingling in his nut sack had him pulling on Lawson’s ears to get the man to stop. “Babe, stop,” Jeremy grunted. “I’m about to come.”

With one last long lick, Lawson let Jeremy’s cock slip from between his lips. He sat back on his haunches, stroking his hard meat in his hand. “Me, too.”

Jeremy looked down Lawson’s body until his eyes landed on his cock. He raised his hand to beckon the man forward. Lawson smiled as he walked up over Jeremy’s body on his knees until his groin was level with Jeremy’s face. Jeremy raised his hand and gripped the hard shaft in his fingers and used his other hand to clasp around Lawson’s tight hard ass.

Sitting forward a little more, Jeremy buried his nose in the man’s light-blond pubic hair and took a deep breath. The wild, musky scent of Lawson swirled around his brain like a drug. Lawson moaned and shoved his cock into Jeremy’s face.

He pulled back to lick his tongue around the purple head, tracing the ridge around the width. Lawson pumped his hips forward and Jeremy opened wide to get his first taste of this gorgeous man. The sticky juices flowed from the tip setting Jeremy’s senses on fire. He greedily applied more suction to the tip, coaxing more to come out.

“God, yes.” Lawson groaned as he hands tunneled through Jeremy’s hair, causing goose bumps to pop up along his body.

Jeremy let the hand holding on to Lawson’s ass drop and brought the fingers up to Lawson’s mouth and pushed them inside. Lawson sucked and tongued the digits like they were a cock. Spit slickened his fingers, and Jeremy pulled them free with a final swipe from Lawson’s eager tongue. Jeremy used the wet fingers to pet the sensitive flesh behind Lawson’s balls up to his small puckered opening. He painted the fingers over the little hole then used his middle finger to apply pressure and enter Lawson’ body.

Lawson cried out as Jeremy moved farther inside. The tight heat surrounded his finger. Jeremy fucked Lawson with his finger for about a minute before he added another. The man above him went wild and started to thrust his hips down on his fingers then up toward Jeremy’s mouth as he continued to suck while finger-fucking him.

“You feel so good,” Jeremy said in between slobbering on Lawson’s cock. “I want to be inside you.” His gruff voice sounded unrecognizable to his own ears.


Quinn's Chance at Redemption


“When will he wake up?”

Trevor could hear the concern in his cousin’s voice. Once again he tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids weren’t cooperating with him. They felt like they had been glued to his face with rubber cement, so he had to settle for rolling his eyes dramatically at the tone of Miles’s voice. His cousin always did have a flair for the dramatics.

He remembered when they were kids, how Miles would freak out and threaten to tell on him whenever Miles caught him jumping out the barn loft window onto stacks of hay bales. It was fun and they were kids after all. Trevor could never understand why his cousin always got his undies in a twist. If a person lived their life constantly on the straight and narrow, they were only half living. Life was meant to be explored, not feared.

“Baby, I’m not sure.” Another familiar voice answered Miles back. “He took a bullet to the head. Jeremy pulling it out and saved his life but I’m not sure what he’ll be like when he wakes up.”

“Don’t you mean if?” Miles’s voice hitched when he spoke. “I can’t lose him, Ben.”

“I know, baby. I know.”

I’m right here! Trevor screamed so loud inside his head his voice echoed in the hallow depths. Why couldn’t he get his body to cooperate? He needed to open his eyes to at least reassure his cousin. Trevor didn’t want Miles to be afraid.

The room grew quiet as the door opened and shut. Miles stopped his blubbering for a minute.

“Still no change?” Another voice asked.

The rich, strong aroma of coffee beans and chocolate caused Trevor’s nose to twitch with a hunger so strong it caused his belly to do somersaults. Coffee and chocolate were two of his favorite things, but at the moment they were having a totally different effect on him. Instead of making him feel hungry for actual food, his blood started to pump faster, going directly to little Trevor. Trevor had never been one to get embarrassed by anything but getting a hard-on while unable to move and his cousin staring down at him made him feel just a little uncomfortable.

“Nope,” Miles said.

There was a brief sound of shuffling then the drag of a chair against the carpet as that sweet, rich smell got closer to his bed. “Why don’t you guys go get something to eat? I can stay with Trevor for a while.”

“You haven’t offered to sit with him in the past five days,” His cousin said in a skeptical sounding voice. Trevor could practically see one eyebrow lift. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Positive,” the newcomer said in a low, gravely tone. The sound had goose bumps prickling all over Trevor’s skin.

“Okay, just please call me if anything happens.” He felt the soft brush of Miles’s lips across his forehead. “I’ll be back in a little bit, Trev.”

You’re leaving me? Not that he didn’t want to be left alone with the stranger with the sensual voice and delicious smell, but Miles’s tone when he asked if the stranger was sure about staying with him indicated that he thought the other man might not want to. But why?

Trevor’s head hurt from thinking so much. Being trapped in his own body was exhausting. For the past few, shit, he didn’t even know how much time had passed, but he was tired of this forced nap time he’d been taking.

When he first felt his brain wake up to consciousness, it was as if his mind was blank of any and all memories. But then Miles’s started to talk to him and slowly but surely the gaps of his life started to fill back in. He remembered growing up in Iowa and the love he had for his cousin Miles, then going off to college in Columbia, Missouri to study art. From there is when things got a little weird.

At first he thought he’d gotten his memories confused with a movie or some paranormal thriller type book his mother liked to read when he was a kid but the more Miles talked the more it all started to make sense. The holes in his memories were filled in with a frightening truth.

Trevor had learned of Paranormal Beings when Miles had been followed home by one. Next thing he knew he was being sucked into this unexpected life but he still couldn’t place all his friends. He knew he made some but when he tried to remember their faces all he saw were fuzzy spots where a nose, eyes, and mouth should be. Miles spoke to a Ben quite often and he assumed that had been the sexy hunk that had followed Miles home that night not so long ago.

Fuck! That smell had his dick aching with need. If it weren’t for the three thick and heavy blankets tucking him in, Miles would be having a total conniption fit.

He heard the door click shut behind Miles and the room grew quiet, almost too quiet.

“Come on, Trevor, wake up.” The bed dipped down from the weight of someone sitting next to him. “I know you and I don’t always get along but I need you to open your eyes.”

The smell grew stronger, more potent, the closer the man got. The fingers on his left hand began to tremble from the heat radiating off the man’s warm thigh.

“Are you just being stubborn?” The man gently brushed his fingers over Trevor’s forehead. “Wake up and prove me wrong.”




“Grow the fuck up.” Quinn took a menacing step forward, pushing Trevor up again the wall. He hovered over the smaller man who looked up at him through narrowed eyes. “I made one fucking mistake and when you act like this I feel justified in my actions.”

Trevor’s face seemed to go slacken at his words. Good! Quinn didn’t want to hurt the kid, but Trevor was asking for it. Ever since he met Trevor, the man had teased and berated him every chance he got. Ben assigned him to train Trevor and Trevor thought that meant using him as his personal punching bag. Well, not anymore. Quinn was through with taking shit from Trevor. If Trevor wanted to be equals, mates, well then he had to act like a fucking adult.

“You are the cruelest person I’ve ever met.” Trevor raised his hands and shoved at Quinn’s chest but Quinn was a brick wall of a man and the hard push didn’t even make him flinch. “You’re selfish, inconsiderate, and I fucking hate you!”

Quinn took another step forward bumping chest with Trevor. Something hard nudged into his thigh and Quinn tilted his head to look down. Trevor’s tight jeans did nothing to hide his growing arousal. Quinn chuckled.

“Sure you don’t.” He reached down and palmed his hand over Trevor’s dick. The man sucked in a breath. “Now you’re just lying to yourself.”

“Let go of me.” Trevor tried to squeeze past him but Quinn refused to budge.

Trevor shoved at Quinn’s chest and he wanted to laugh at the futile effort. Sure Quinn was pissed, but he’d never actually hurt Trevor. The more they struggled, the more turned on Quinn became. Trevor had pushed all the right buttons and now he wanted to take relief in what Trevor had to offer.

Quinn knocked Trevor’s hands out of the way and he fisted his big hands into the tight shirt covering Trevor’s chest. He pulled the man toward him, lifting him up to where he had to stand on his tiptoes and kissed him hard and long. Trevor pinched his lips together, refusing to let Quinn in. Quinn licked over the plump flesh then used his sharp fangs to nip at the fat bottom lip.

When Trevor gasped Quinn seized his opening. He pushed his tongue deep into Trevor’s mouth, swallowing down Trevor’s needy little moans. And that’s exactly what they were. Trevor’s hands stopped slapping at his arms. His fingers curled into Quinn’s shoulders and pulled him even closer.

Quinn moaned as Trevor rubbed his hard cock into his leg, brushing up against his own. Quinn grabbed the sides of Trevor’s face and tilted his head back to push deeper into his mouth. Their tongues danced together, scrambling to control the other. As their tongues dueled, Quinn moved his hands to fumble with Trevor’s zipper. His hands shook as he disengaged the little prongs, parting the material with ease. With the fastening undone, Quinn pushed the jeans down Trevor’s legs.

Not thinking twice, Quinn broke the kiss and spun Trevor around to face the mirror. He edged up close to his Trevor’s back and grinded his hips into the swell at the top of the man’s ass. Trevor bit down on his bottom lip and moaned. Quinn caressed the pale, creamy flesh of Trevor’s ass then moved his hands upward. He pulled Trevor’s shirt up and over his head but leaving his arms trapped.

Quinn leaned back to look his fill of Trevor’s bare backside. So thin and lean, Quinn had to resist the urge to trace every plane of muscle with his tongue. They didn’t have that kind of time. The plane would be landing soon.

He went to his knees and used his hands to pull Trevor’s ass cheeks apart. At the weird angle and with Trevor’s legs still in his pants, Quinn pressed his hand in the small of Trevor’s back, forcing the man to lean forward. In doing so, his ass propped up higher in the air.

Quinn massaged the strong rounded muscles, pulling them apart to blow a hot breath over the tiny pucker. Trevor twitched and whimpered. The pale pink opening winked at him and he blew a steady stream of air on it. Unable to resist, Quinn leaned forward and swiped his tongue over the rippled skin. Trevor gasped and shoved his hips back. Quinn chuckled lightly then speared his tongue into the small opening.

Trevor’s taste was unique. His own natural musk, a little salty, and a hint of strawberry. Quinn licked his lips then dove in for another taste. He teased and sucked on Trevor’s hole until his tongue glided in with no resistance. His horny little mate was ready for him.

Standing up, Quinn popped the snap on his pants and pushed them down past his ass. His hot, hard length jerked at his touch and he rubbed the leaking head over Trevor’s entrance.

“Do you want this?” he whispered into Trevor’s ear. The man only nodded but that wasn’t good enough. “Look at me.” He said in a stern voice.

Trevor’s eyes opened wide and he met Quinn’s gaze in the mirror. “Yes, I want it,” he said breathlessly.

“Good answer.” Quinn went down on his knees one last time and spit on Trevor’s hole then stood up and positioned the broad tip of his cock and pushed in. Not giving Trevor time to adjust, he sunk in until his balls smacked at the back of Trevor’s ass.

“Oh my god yes,” Trevor moan as he wiggled his hips. “So full.”

Quinn thrust his hips forward, uncaring if Trevor was ready. The man didn’t give him the option the night before, only took what he wanted, so now it was Quinn’s turn.

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