[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]
Roarke O’Neil is an alpha Luna Werewolf who has just been captured for wandering into a pack’s territory. This is nothing new, and he’s not afraid, until he catches the scent of his mate being held in a cage nearby. His mate who is pregnant by someone else.
Westley Moore has lost all hope of surviving after multiple escape attempts, and he feels he is dying along with the pup he is carrying, but then he catches the scent of something that is like breathing in strength itself, and he knows he’s found his mate in the oddest of places.
They must work together to escape the pack that wants them dead, made all the more difficult by Westley’s pregnancy and their constant need to mate. But there is no nearby pack for Luna Werewolves where they can run to for protection, so Roarke decides to make one of his own and stand his ground.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
"Definitely not your average shifter story, and that is aside from the male pregnancy, this first book of a new series set off the storyline for however many books will follow with a major bang. I have to admit I'm a real fan of male pregnancy - I think because it's just so far removed from our reality that there's no doubt we're talking fantasy. But this book adds another potential obstacle that made it a really interesting read: Westley, the omega wolf, is already pregnant with someone else's child when Roarke, the alpha luna wolf finds him. Most humans cannot even deal with that situation (see all the stories about evil stepmothers and stepfathers!), how the heck is a super-possessive alpha werewolf going to handle it? I loved this extra twist and couldn't wait to find out. Westley has been captured and abused by a pack of cruel werewolves out to kill all luna wolves, and my heart went out to him. On top of being tortured he is pregnant and worried about his baby being as malnourished as he is. When Roarke unexpectedly saves him, he knows the man/wolf is his mate, but cannot imagine him accepting his baby as well. I cannot blame Westley for doubting Roarke, not after everything he's already been through. Roarke, however, shows more maturity than most humans are capable of, and includes the unborn child in his love. Good for him! He fights for Westley and their unborn child and remains determined to make their own pack. Several twists, turns, and setbacks follow, but the one thing that remains is his determination to make a home for the both of them - as well as assorted other wolves they pick up on the way. If you like paranormal stories that challenge your ability to suspend disbelief, if you enjoy reading about mates who are truly meant for each other, and if you're looking for a read with lots, and lots, and lots of hot shifter-on-shifter action, then you will probably like this novella." -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
Roarke O’Neil wiggled his wrists against the tight ropes that bound his hands behind his back, cutting off the circulation and making his fingers tingle, but that was noticed by one of the alphas who was escorting him, and he got shoved hard in the shoulder by the heel of the guy’s palm for his trouble.
“Knock it off!” Roarke snapped.
The four men with him, all of whom were naked and built like tanks, each crossed their arms and smirked at him. There was no outright evil in their eyes, just complete and utter ignorance.
“And what are you going to do about it? You even try shifting into your luna form and we’ll snap your neck before you can even howl at us.”
Roarke wanted to kill them for this. He couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid as to be caught. For God’s sakes he’d even smelled that there were alpha werewolves in the area, and he’d tried to avoid them.
They had picked up on his scent, too, however, and they followed him until the wind turned right in their favor, and by the time Roarke knew they were so close, it was already too late.
They shoved him along, taking him to their pack to do God only knew what to him. He was in the middle of the woods, the pine and birch trees growing high above his head, so it wasn’t like he could hope that someone in a helicopter would ride by and see what was happening down below.
Not that many helicopters came out to this neck of the state.
Alpha luna werewolves were hunted down by other normal werewolves, and because of their second shifter form, were usually killed for sport or used in training exercises by the other alphas.
Roarke couldn’t figure out which one he was going to be used for, but no matter what, it wouldn’t last very long. He hadn’t remained free and on his own for a good thirty years because he was bad at this. He’d been caught before, he’d escaped before, and he would do it again.
They walked for what seemed like hours. The fools didn’t bother even blindfolding him, which could be a good thing or a bad thing, but he didn’t dwell on it. Roarke just kept his eyes peeled and tried to memorize where each individual shrub was and how the trees looked, anything that would be useful when it came time for him to get out of dodge.
Thank God he and Jason had split up, that other luna alpha he’d met when he stopped in Willow Lake for a bit to eat.
He hoped that guy had more success in avoiding the pack in the area than Roarke did, and if he got out of here, he was going to have to phone the man and warn him that these guys were here.
Finally, they arrived in the pack land. It was a nice enough place, as most packs were starting to become. The only thing connecting the houses was flat, stamped down dirt, and there wasn’t much green anywhere except for the weeds that managed to sprout, but none of the windows in the houses were broken, and none of the pups looked sickly or starved.
There were cages lined up in the middle of the pack land, just across where the houses were. They weren’t even inside of a barn. They were just sitting there.
It chilled Roarke to the core to see them.
This pack made a habit out of hunting down luna werewolves. Roarke wasn’t just being brought in for the fun of it because he just so happened to be caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, but these guys specifically went out looking for his kind to bring back here and put in cages.
Fuck, things just got a little more complicated.
The bars were thick on the cages. They looked like something that had been made, rather than purchased, which was usually the case with werewolves when funds were low.
There were steel bars, but also wooden ones, and even chicken fence and barbed wire.
Because of how thick the bars were and the amount of hay inside of them, as he walked by, Roarke thought they were all empty, which was a good thing, and he couldn’t stop staring at them just to be sure.
Also, he knew that was where these goons were eventually going to throw him.
Then he walked by the last square cage, and the wind blew behind it, carrying the scent of the man inside.
It was like sex and strength itself was blown up his nose, and his heart started pumping a fast and furious rhythm.
An omega luna wolf. That was an omega luna werewolf.
Roarke blinked just to make sure his nose wasn’t playing tricks on him. There was definitely a man inside, with soft brown hair and skinny shoulders, as though he was being starved.
Like it was fated or something, his bright amber eyes looked back up at Roarke as he passed, and he would have frozen on the spot if he wasn’t being led along with strong hands gripping his elbows.
Still, he turned his head as much as he was able to so he could keep his eyes on the man for as long as possible.
The man in the cage turned around, also keeping Roarke in his line of sight as his hands gripped the bars.
The wind blew again, stronger this time, and more of that amazing scent went up his nose. Roarke inhaled deeply, feeling all the small bruises and scratches he’d received from his quick fight with the alphas nearly fade away entirely.
Then he realized for certain what he was looking at.
Holy shit. That wasn’t just some omega in a cage. That was also his mate.
Roarke’s eyes moved down to his exposed stomach, and he swore his eyeballs would’ve popped right out of his head had one of his captors not grabbed him by the hair and forced him to turn around.
His mate was also heavily pregnant.
“That’s nice,” Westley said, moaning the word. He even pushed back against Roarke’s massaging hands. “So fucking good,”
Roarke groaned. Westley had to know what he was doing. He had to.
Roarke pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, soaping up his side even more and watching the sides fall down his back and body as Roarke reached around him and caught some of the water in his hand and let it drip down Westley’s back.
He pressed himself closer, unable to stop himself as he let his cock find the cheeks of Westley’s ass, and he began thrusting against the man. Gently, he made sure to be as gentle as possible while he did this. The touch alone was amazing, and his dick twitched and ached for more than what it was getting, but Roarke wasn’t ready to give in, not yet.
“Remember what I told you when we were in the water?” Roarke said into Westley’s ear, and then he gently bit down on it.
Westley shivered, and then he moaned a little when Roarke reached his hand down and around his belly to find Westley’s cock, and he started stroking the other man with his soapy, slippery hand.
“Yes,” Westley said, drawing out the word so that it was one long hissed syllable.
Roarke thrust a little more against his mate’s ass, letting his cock find all the friction it needed there, but he hadn’t forgotten about getting down on his knees.
“I’m going to kiss you a little different now,” he said, letting his tongue slide around the shell of Westley’s ear.
Westley shivered, but when he tried to turn around, Roarke wouldn’t let him, and he tightened his grip of his mate’s cock to keep him in place.
“Not yet. Don’t turn around yet,” he said.
“How are you going to kiss me?” Westley asked, clearly a little confused about that.
“Like this,” Roarke replied, and then he sank down on his knees, just like he’d been wanting to all this time.
He heard the gasp that Westley released when he pressed his mouth to Westley’s ass cheeks, and then the crack, before Roarke spread those cheeks wide and put his mouth right up against Westley’s awaiting hole.
He moaned and surged right up onto his toes. That could be a little dangerous with the soap suds on the bottom of the tub, so Roarke made sure to hold onto his hips tightly in case he fell over.
“R–Roarke!” Westley moaned, and he put his arms up onto the tiled wall and began thrusting his ass back toward Roarke’s mouth and tongue.
If he thought that felt good, then that was nothing compared to what he was going to do to him in just a second.
Roarke hardened his tongue and pressed it against the ring of Westley’s asshole, pushing it inside, and Westley’s answering moan to that had several octaves that went straight to his cock and balls.
Fuck! He was getting actual physical pleasure just from listening to the other man while he rimmed him.
Knowing that, Roarke pushed his tongue deeper, letting himself go inside of his lover, and their energies merge.
He felt strengthened by it as he always did, but now it was even better because there was nothing to stop them. Westley could be as loud as he wanted, and Roarke could tongue him and fuck him and stroke his cock for as long as it took. They didn’t have to worry about alpha wolves from other packs coming for them while they were in this human town, here in this motel room.
Just in case he was wrong, he decided to make sure that every minute they had together in this motel room would be as pleasurable as possible for the both of them.
He pushed his tongue deeper inside of Westley’s hole and moaned, letting the vibration of the noise carry all the way into Westley’s asshole.
Westley moaned and dropped one of his hands to stroke at his dick, thrusting forward into his hand and back against Roarke’s tongue.
“Roarke! Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!”
Roarke reached forward with his energy while they were joined like this, searching for...he wasn’t sure what. He could definitely tell that Westley wanted to get off. He wanted to be fucked to within an inch of his life, and he wanted Roarke to be the one to do that, but there was something else inside of him that Roarke could feel that was also sucking back on some of his mate’s energy...
Oh, right, the pup inside of him. What an idiot Roarke was. He’d actually managed to forget about how a pregnancy worked. Dummy.
Still, he found it odd that he could feel the pup at all, even when he was using his tongue on his mate to make him practically sing like this. He’d accepted the child, and any child that was of his mate’s blood was good enough for him, but the fact that Roarke wasn’t related at all on a blood level should’ve been enough to keep him from sensing the pup like that.
He was going to store that information away for later since he was pretty busy right now.
He pulled his tongue away from Westley’s asshole just long enough to press his thumb against the hole that was there, pushing it in until the muscle accepted the intruding digit.
He stopped completely when Westley hissed as he did and went up on his toes.
Roarke pulled his thumb away and stared up at his mate. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you—”
“You didn’t hurt me,” Westley said, looking back over his shoulder at him.