Chained by Choice (MM)

Marked 5

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 36,037
15 Ratings (4.2)
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, public exhibition, sex toys, HEA]
Dr. Billy Carrigan has been the physician devoted to serving the needs of his pack to the detriment of his social life. JP has always marched to the beat of his own drum. Together, the two of them have to survive an accidental wolf attack and a rushed courtship in order to make mating work.
Despite his crush on one of the surgical techs, he’s never had a chance to ask him out. Luckily, JP asks him out instead.
JP has always marched to the beat of his own drum. Because of his oddities, he wasn't sure if the awkward but endearing doctor was even interested but when he blurts out an invitation for a coffee date, he's pleasantly surprised when Billy says "yes".
One fateful coffee date leads to an accidental wolf attack by one of Billy's patients and then to a rushed romance as Billy tries to convince JP that most wolves are as harmless as lambs. Only time will tell if Billy will convince JP to be chained by choice or if he will be the only wolf in the pack who can't get his mate to be his.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Jana Downs is a Siren-exclusive author.
Chained by Choice (MM)
15 Ratings (4.2)

Chained by Choice (MM)

Marked 5

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 36,037
15 Ratings (4.2)
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The elevator dinged, admitting the both of them. Dr. Carrigan pushed the button for their floor and then sat back against the wall to wait. He was an incredibly kind man. JP had admired that about him from the start. He’d spent a good amount of his time as a student admiring Dr. Carrigan for his finer qualities. He deliberately looked at the closed door instead of the good doctor. He didn’t even know if the man was gay, forget interested.

“I suppose not having any interaction with patients takes that element out of it for me,” JP said. That’s it. Keep the subject neutral and easy. There’s no reason to dwell on how delectable the man looks in a lab coat.

Dr. Carrigan turned head and their eyes met. He had incredible grey-blue eyes. “You’re quite right. You’d have no need to think of anything other than the procedure. I think that’s why I stay out of surgery if I can help it. Patient interaction reminds me that they’re people.”

JP felt his cheeks darken. It felt curiously like a reprimand. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“No need to apologize, JP,” Dr. Carrigan reassured. “It’s just something to think about when you’re holding onto a person’s organ for me. They are people first. Procedures second.” He winked. “Though they can be quite fun.”

Everything inside him relaxed. Dr. Carrigan wasn’t angry with him. He was just having one of his famous teaching moments. He looked up and their eyes met again. A fission of awareness shot through him once more. Stop it.

Dr. Carrigan’s eyes dilated and his nostrils flared. “JP?”

He couldn’t shake the intense awareness. He swallowed. “Yes?”

“Would you—”

The elevator doors slid open to admit more staff. The spell broke between them.

“Would you care to walk with me to the OR?” Dr. Carrigan asked.

Disappointment washed over him but he smiled anyway. “Sure thing, Doctor.”


* * * *


That had been close. He’d been dangerously close to asking JP out on a date, a highly inappropriate, highly unethical date. And if he could convince his cowardly tongue to speak up again he would ask him out properly. The violet-haired surgical tech had been all he could think about for longer than he cared to admit.

The little human had a very magnetic quality and an equally curious and kind spirit, though he was analytical enough to keep both out of the OR when necessary. He’d been impossible to miss on day one of clinicals with what had then been aqua-blue hair that was almost the exact shade of his eyes. Though, if Billy was honest with himself, he much preferred this current shade of violet purple. Given his own strict adherence to traditional dress and hair colors, he should’ve been repulsed by the quirky man who only came up to his chin whenever they stood side by side.

The elevator dinged for their floor and they stepped out in unison, arms brushing as they passed through the narrow doorway. The scent of human and some off-brand bodywash that had some sort of coconut in it wafted up to tease his nostrils. JP had switched it recently from one that smelled mintier. He wasn’t complaining about the switch.

“Hey, Dr. Carrigan?”

“Yes, JP?”

“Do you want to grab a coffee after the procedure?”

Billy startled, his gaze snapping to the younger man. “Excuse me?” A lovely shade of primrose stole over JP’s cheeks. That might be the most adorable thing I’ve seen.

“Um, never mind. It was inappropriate to ask.”

“No,” Billy said. He didn’t want JP to think he’d overstepped himself. “I was going to ask you the same in the elevator before we were interrupted. I thought it would be a good opportunity to talk about your future since you’re graduating and see if you’d like to sit in on a few more procedures at my practice.” He wanted to kick himself in the shins. He always reverted back to work conversation when he was nervous. Not for the first time, he wished that he was one of the more Dominant members of the pack. If he was he wouldn’t have this problem.

As a delta, he had the unfortunate disposition of being dominant when it came to the submissives of the pack but not aggressive enough to really do all the ridiculous dominant things that went along with anything higher in the hierarchy than gamma. He was too logical to pull a caveman and throw his chosen lover against the wall and fuck him just because his lover defied him. He’d much rather talk it out. He sighed. His curse and his blessing was his ability to reason and always had been. His parents had high hopes that one day he might be an Alpha of a pack for that reason but as soon as it became apparent he lacked the aggressive “it” factor that hope had quickly faded.

“Um, sure…” Something about the way JP responded didn’t inspire much confidence in his own response.

These initial courtship moves were always the hardest for Billy. Once he got a man in his dungeon, he was good. Until then…Awkwardville. Population: Dr. William Carrigan.

He opened his mouth to say more, but some more of his surgical team came around the corner and effectively cut him off. It was impossible to have a private conversation in a hospital. He pasted a smile on his face in greeting.

“To be continued,” JP said with a wink. “After surgery, doctor?”




Billy tripped over his own pants as JP somehow managed to get them undone enough to fall down around his kneecaps. JP tried to right him, but instead they both ended up tumbling into the floor in a heap. It should’ve broken the moment with a little levity, but it just enabled them to have a bit more room to roll around on.

It wasn’t until JP put his hands down Billy’s underwear and started massaging his cock that a little bit of sanity surfaced. He was rolling around with his mate on the floor. He was about to fuck his mate for the first time on the floor.

He broke their kiss. “JP, stop for a second,” he panted.

JP looked up at him, dazed. “Wha?”

With more self control than he realized he possessed, he grabbed JP’s hands in his own and pressed them against the thundering pulse of his heart. “I want this. I really do.”

“Me, too.” JP frowned. “What’s the problem?”

Billy sighed. “I don’t know if I trust myself going this far.”

JP tilted his head to the side in question. “The mating thing?”

Billy nodded.

“But you said we didn’t have to rush it.”

“I did. However, it’s hard to fight my instincts when we’re…intimate.” Already he could feel his gums itching, a sure sign that he was going to pop fangs in a minute. His Dominant side was itching to command JP, to make him spread his thighs and take whatever pleasure Billy could think to inflict on him.

JP bit into his bottom lip and groaned. “Aw, fuck. Seriously?” He took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. “So, no sex, huh?”

“Sadly, no.”

“Fuck. That sucks.”

“Well, that’s something that can I can do,” Billy said, smirking. He didn’t bother explaining himself. He figured a hands-on demonstration would’ve been much better.

He wrapped his hand around JP’s cock and gave it a firm stroke. When JP reached out to touch him in return he pushed his hand away.

“Put your hands behind your head,” Billy commanded.

JP did as he was told. “Christ, Billy.”

If he was talking that much, Billy wasn’t doing it right. He stroked his cock with sure strokes from base to tip, milking a drop of slick pre-cum from his slit. Without his bag of tricks, they’d have to keep it simple, but Billy could give him a taste of what was to come if he chose to become his mate.

“Get up on the couch,” Billy said. JP crawled over to the couch and sat down, leaving the rest of his clothing in his wake like a trail of naughtiness leading straight to him. “Spread your legs.” Billy didn’t follow right away. He watched like the predator he was. He might have been socially awkward most places, but in the bedroom was not one of them.

JP spread his thighs a little wider, wide enough for Billy’s shoulders to fit between. Good boy. His instant obedience said he was either one of two things, experienced or a natural. Like most good submissives, Billy imagined JP was a little of both.

He slunk over to JP, placing his hands on JP’s thighs as he reached him. “Ready for your taste?”

“Yes, Sir,” JP whispered.

Billy nearly growled in satisfaction. He could practically hear the capital in the “Sir.” He wasn’t uber dominant like some of the other pack members, but he was every bit of a Top, same as them. In the bedroom he demanded that same title of respect.

“You keep your hands on your head and don’t move them. If you’re good, I’ll let you come. If you’re not, I’ll make sure the only satisfaction you get tonight will be from your own hand after I leave. Got it?”

JP whimpered. “Yes, Sir. I won’t move. Promise.”

Billy leaned down and sucked JP’s cock into the back of his throat. Some Doms didn’t suck their submissives because they believed, falsely in Billy’s opinion, that it wasn’t their place to pleasure their subs with their mouths, that the act was too submissive. Billy’s thought was that if a Dom couldn’t control his subs without the ability to use their mouths then he wasn’t much of a Dom.

He swirled his tongue over the plum head as the taste of his mate burst over his taste buds. He reached out and squeezed the tight sac beneath his mate’s cock, feeling the delicate flesh. Someone had to trust someone an awful lot in order to let them grip the softest parts of themselves. He bobbed his head in time with the pulse he found beating there.

He’d been told on more than one occasion that he gave good head. He’d only been practicing for this moment, though. He’d been practicing for this man.

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