Wounded (MM)

The Angel Pack 9

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 71,884
26 Ratings (4.8)
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA] 
King Dante places Shelby in the protective custody of the Angel Pack to guard the secret of who he truly is and what he is capable of. Shelby has known who his mate is since before he was kidnapped by his psycho father six months ago. But now he fears that being in the same house as his mate will finally show Xander who he is. He has been hiding from his mate, but now that they are face-to-face Shelby needs to stay strong and reject Xander. He can’t afford to get attached to anyone and have them turn on him when they find out the truth.
But Xander won’t give up on his mate and does everything he can to show the gorgeous man that he wants him for who he is and will never try to control him or tell him what to do. The battle to save their world explodes at the same time the battle to save his mating puts Shelby in danger.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Wounded (MM)
26 Ratings (4.8)

Wounded (MM)

The Angel Pack 9

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 71,884
26 Ratings (4.8)
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Jesse was the first to compose himself and he walked to Shelby’s side. He placed a gentle, comforting hand on Shelby’s arm and gave him a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, Shelby, and for laughing. But at this point you may want Claude to finish. Would you like me to get a hand mirror so that you can see first and then make a decision?”

“Yes...thanks...Heart,” Shelby began with a snarky voice, but then realized who he was talking to and changed his tone.

Claude handed Jesse a mirror and he held it out for Shelby to see himself. Shelby looked down into the mirror and his eyes went wide. “Oh my Gods. With the other one bare, my hairy ball looks like a hobbits foot.” Taylor and the rest began laughing again from Shelby’s declaration. “Take it off! Take the rest off, now.”

“Do you want me to hold your hand for you, princess?” Taylor asked with a smirk as he walked closer, stopping next to Shelby.

“No. I would rather you hold my dick for me so Claude here doesn’t rip it off.”

“We’ll be right here for you, Shelby,” Jesse offered and took one of Shelby’s hands into his.

“Thank you, Jesse.”

Claude moved his rolling stool closer to Shelby, sliding between his spread legs, then grabbed the wooden spatula. He dipped it into the honey colored wax and pulled some out. He turned to Shelby and lifted his hand out to begin applying the wax. Shelby growled at him and Claude froze, raising his eyebrow.

“One wrong move, buddy and I turn you into a eunuch,” Shelby threatened.

“It’s gonna be alright, Shelby, just squeeze our hands if it hurts,” Jesse said and gave Taylor a pointed look to hold Shelby’s other hand. Taylor reached out and grabbed Shelby’s hand.

“You mean when it hurts, right? Because there is no doubt that it does hurt.”

Jesse gave Shelby an encouraging smile and then looked to Claude, giving him a nod to continue. Claude reached out and smoothed the warm goo onto Shelby’s groin. He then placed the spatula onto the tray and grabbed a piece of cloth. He placed the cloth over the wax and patted it down. Taking one edge of the cloth into one hand, Claude placed his other hand under Shelby’s sac, stretching the skin.

“Is there an engagement ring that goes with this, ole’ Claudie?” Shelby asked sarcastically. Claude looked up and met Shelby’s eyes for a brief moment and Shelby could swear he saw a glint of pleasure there. Was the guy getting off from touching his dick? Or was he getting off from causing Shelby…”Oh my fucking Gods!” Shelby screamed at the top of his lungs as Claude pulled the cloth from his sac, ripping the hair out with it. At least he hoped it was hair, because it felt like the man ripped his asshole out through his balls and not in a good way. His hands squeezed around the hands holding his, and Taylor and Jesse both flinched.

“Are we done?” Shelby asked as he panted.

“Almost. Just a little more to go,” Claude answered as he reached out with the spatula again and swiped the warm, wet wax onto Shelby’s already abused skin.

Claude repeated the process and Shelby screamed out again. He was sure Claude ripped his asshole out with that last one. His body went stiff and arched off the table as his eyes slammed shut and he clenched his jaw.

Suddenly the door to the game room burst open. The room filled with enforcers and fae guard. The large men came barreling into the room at the ready to defeat whatever foe was harming the mates. The smaller mates all looked to the men in surprise as they froze in their spots. The enforcers and fae warriors stopped short and looked around the room in confusion.

“Bailey, baby? Is that you?” Lexi asked as he lowered his hands and tilted his head.

Bailey’s eyes went wide as his hands went up to touch his mud covered face. Bailey screamed and ran from the room. Lexi began to laugh as he watched his sexy little mate run from him. “Baby, don’t you know that running from a wolf only makes them want to chase you more?!” Lexi called out with a chuckle and took off at top speed from the room, chasing after his mate.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Raith asked as he surveyed the inhabitants of the room.

“It’s beauty day, mate. We told you that,” Rory said as he sauntered up next to Raith. Slowly he pulled the tie around his waist until the knot gave. Rory slid his hands up the edges of the material and opened his robe slightly, giving his mate a peek at his smooth chest. Raith’s eyes were glued to Rory’s actions and when Rory’s chest and abdomen appeared, he licked his lips. Rory stepped closer and pressed his body against Raith’s rock hard muscled form, then slowly ran a single finger down Raith’s chest to his waistband. “See anything you like...Sir?” Rory purred.

Raith bent and grabbed Rory around the knees, then stood and threw his mate over his shoulder, quickly exiting the room.

“Why don’t we sell tickets and invite everyone in to look at my dick?” Shelby called out, bringing everyone out of their shock.

“Oh shit!” Jesse said and looked around for something to cover Shelby’s nakedness.




Xander stood and took the two steps around to Shelby. He held out his hand and look at Shelby expectantly. Shelby raised his hand and placed it in his mate’s. Xander pulled him gently from his seat and Shelby stood. Xander said nothing as he walked them away from the table to an open spot on the patio that surrounded the pool.

Xander turned toward him and whispered, “Dance with me.”

Shelby immediately raised his free hand to rest on Xander's broad shoulder and Xander’s free hand slid around his waist, pulling him closer. They spent the next fifteen minutes in silence as they swayed to the music. Xander was a great dancer and led him like they were made for each other. Well, he guessed he was right there, because fate did make them for each other. The song changed and Shelby closed his eyes. He loved this song. Rihanna’s “Stay” always made him feel melancholy. But right now, standing here in his mate's arms, listening to the song, made the words mean more. They said what they both couldn’t.

Shelby felt a change in his mate’s stance and opened his eyes. Xander’s face was inches from his and his eyes were filled with heat, but also something else...longing. Shelby lifted his chin. The movement brought their lips within an inch of each other’s. Xander’s head came down and closed the distance. His strong but soft lips gently whispered across Shelby’s and in that instant he knew he wanted more. Shelby stepped in closer, bringing their bodies flush and he pressed his lips to Xander’s. Xander slid his tongue across his lips, asking for permission, and Shelby gave it to him. He opened his mouth and met Xander’s tongue with his own.

The arm around his waist tightened slightly, crushing their bodies together, and Shelby pulled his hand from Xander’s so that he could wrap both arms around his mate's neck, snaking his fingers through the soft locks of his mate’s hair. He felt Xander’s other arm slide around him and his hand pressed against Shelby’s back, holding him close.

Xander took over the kiss, deepening it, and Shelby thought his shoes were going to melt off his feet and his socks would fly off. Now he understood why all those damsels in all those old movies raised their foot. He had the same urge to do the move, but instead he pressed closer. The kiss felt like it went on forever, but when Xander pulled back, breaking the kiss, Shelby whimpered from the loss. The kiss had been too short. He wanted more.

“Gods, you taste so good, mate. I think I may become addicted to you.

“Talk is cheap, big boy,” Shelby growled and plastered his lips to Xander’s again. He kissed his mate hard and fucked his mouth with his tongue. The kiss turned feral and they both grabbed and groped at the other. Suddenly Shelby’s back was pressed against something cold and hard. And at the same time something hot and hard was pressed against his stomach. Damn it felt huge.

Xander cupped Shelby’s chin with one hand and held it tight. Suddenly Shelby felt like he was about to explode. The move caused him to feel possessed, claimed, and a part of him was scared. He had had enough of people trying to control him, possess him, and he sure as shit wasn’t going to let his mate. Shelby broke the kiss, pulling his chin free from his mate’s grasp. They panted heavily, trying to get air into their lungs as they stared at each other.

“I love the feel of you in my arms. The press of your lips on mine, and your hard cock against my thigh. Your taste makes me feel lightheaded and your scent, oh gods, your scent is the most alluring thing I have ever had the pleasure of smelling.”

Damn his mate spoke pretty. His words eased Shelby’s tension and made him want to let the man fuck him right then. “You’re not a bad kisser yourself there, stud. And if that pole jabbing me is any indication of what you’ve got hiding under those slacks, then I think I’m in for a bumpy ride.”

“You can ride me any time you want, beautiful Shelby,” Xander’s voice went down an octave as he spoke the words. The sound went directly to Shelby’s cock. He grabbed the front of Xander’s jacket and smashed their lips together again. Buttons popped, zippers opened, and material ripped as they both rushed to get the other naked. Shelby hissed at the first touch of skin against skin, and he loved how the hair on his mate's chest tickled his sensitive nipples. He rubbed his chest against Xander’s as his pants dropped to pool around his ankles.

Something inside him told him to stop this, or at least to slow it down. He didn’t really know this man yet. But his heart and body told him to shut up and enjoy. Xander’s thick, muscled thigh thrust between his legs, pressing against his cock and balls. The feeling was delicious and erotic. Shelby began to thrust his hips to get the friction his dick wanted. Xander’s lips moved down his throat and he gave Shelby a small, teasing bite where shoulder met neck. Right where he would claim Shelby if allowed.

Their movements were desperate and animalistic, and Shelby was shocked at how his body responded to Xander’s touch. He was also surprised at how his mate's body responded to him. Xander’s big, hard cock rubbed against his hipbone feverishly as Xander licked and sucked his neck, hands roaming over his heated skin. Shelby’s hips picked up speed, the need to come growing stronger. Xander pulled back from his neck slightly and whispered in a growl against his skin. “Don’t come.”

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