[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, public exhibition, HEA]
In a world where humans and paranormals coexist in secret and where soulless demons roam, vampires dream to be united with their mates. Damian Marius is the youngest of the seven Marius brothers. Although known for bringing happiness to those around him, he has been having trouble handling his own needs…sexually. The frustration and self-loathing have led him on the path of self-destruction.
Cyrus Diaz is a medic and a warrior who saves Damian in more ways than one. He understands what his mate needs to become healthy again and to feel sexually sated. However, the years Cyrus has spent alone have put him in a place where he cannot seem to understand how to satisfy his mate emotionally.
Will Cyrus learn to express his love for Damian through an outlet other than sex, or will he end up pushing Damian away?
A Siren Erotic Romance
5 ANGELS: "Damian, the youngest of the Marius brothers, is forced to call his brothers for help. Darius went to a BDSM club to have his sexual needs fulfilled, but the situation got out of control and he was forced to kill to save his life. Damian's brothers take him to the compound where he agrees to have one of the compound nurses see to his injuries until he realizes that the nurse, Cyrus, is his mate. Damian is afraid that Cyrus will never accept his perverse sexual needs, but is swayed by Cyrus's desire to help him. What Damian doesn't understand is that his needs are perfect for what Cyrus wants in a mate and Cyrus tells him so at the first opportunity. Cyrus has been alone for centuries, since his family was killed, relying and trusting no one. Can Damian and Cyrus overcome their differences before the war with the demons explodes, the lines blur and new enemies come to light? It is remarkable how Ms. Flynn has branched off into different series while maintaining the bridge keeping them tied together. Damian's fear of not being accepted by his family has isolated him, denying his family from knowing who he really is. It was wonderful how Cyrus accepted Damian and reveled in their common desires. Cyrus's being alone for so long made it difficult to express his feelings, but for Damian he was willing to fight for what he wanted. The plot twist was so unexpected and quick that it left me breathless waiting to see want would happen next. The love between the Marius family members was inspiring." -- Teresa, Fallen Angel Reviews
"The baby of the Marius family, Damian is known for his sunny disposition and easy going manner. Damian makes certain his family doesn’t know his dark secret, what he considers his sick sexual needs. Badly injured after a situation he’d rather not talk about, Damian cannot believe that he’s meeting his mate for the first time in the state he’s in. But he soon learns that Cyrus Diaz, medic warrior will not be denied when it comes to his mate. Cyrus has searched for a thousand years so no matter what Damian is hiding Cyrus will find out and they will figure out the future, together. Return to the dangerous, sexual world of the Marius Brothers in Damian. This time out the youngest Marius takes center stage, a split personality in the sense of showing a positive side to those he loves and a very dark side to those he takes to his bed. Somewhat hardcore sexual needs are explored in the beginning followed by emotional conflicts and the dysfunction of long term solitude. Damian tackles real relationship issues with honesty and grace. This one makes you think." -- Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed
4 CUPS: "Family is very much an integral part of Damian Marius’ life, so calling them is a no-brainer when he realizes he could be knocking on death’s door. What he did not count on was meeting his mate at the same time. The cold hard loneliness that has covered Cyrus Diaz’s soul for centuries begins to crack the moment he catches his mate’s scent. The beautiful young man who looks like he was flayed alive is his mate, but Cyrus has no idea where to go from here. Damian knows he came very close to dying, but finding Cyrus made it all worthwhile. Their intense sexual attraction is immediate and volatile, but what happens after sex is breaking Damian’s heart. Cyrus grew up in a time when homosexuality was a sin punishable by death, and affection was a luxury few had time for, so dealing with Damian’s need for touching and talking is akin to torture. Damian and Cyrus may be lightening in the bedroom, but sex does not a relationship make, and theirs may be over before it has begun. No matter how big and tough a man is there is a soul that needs nurturing, and no one needs it more than Cyrus. I love how Damian is sexy and strong, and not portrayed with the typical submissive characteristics. He is the heart and soul of this story in my opinion, and it takes a man with real strength to ask for what he needs. The war they all hoped to avoid is upon them, and I cannot wait to read more." -- Lototy, Coffee Time Romance & More
4.5 NYMPHS: "As the baby of the Marius family, Damian is used to keeping his unusual needs a secret from his family. When a scene goes horribly wrong and humans end up dying, Damian has no choice but to call his oldest brother for help. Things for Damian turn for the worse when his mate is the one that must treat him at the warrior’s infirmary. Damian is the fifth book in the Marius Brothers series. From the first page, the author pulls the reader in. I couldn’t help but feel for Damian and when he finds his mate at such a bad time, I wanted to cry. That Cyrus understands immediately what is wrong with Damian and able to help the younger vampire come to terms with his needs was wonderfully done. While the connection between mates is immediate, that does not mean things will run smoothly, which Damian finds out right away. Cyrus is much older than Damian. His upbringing plays heavily into the way he acts. It is easy to understand why Cyrus behaves the way he does, but I could not help but want to smack him more than once. For Damian, that means trying to understand why his new mate does not treat him the way his brothers treat their mates. There are several twists and turns in this story that I did not see coming and was surprised more than once. As a side note, I would like to say that for someone who reads a lot of paranormal stories, I appreciate the fact that Ms. Flynn took the time to review some of the aspects of the world in which this series takes place. I can’t wait to see what more the author has planned and hope the next Marius Brothers book will come out soon." -- Critter Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews Only
“They’re all dead. I killed them. All of them, slaughtered them,” I whispered in horror, glancing around at the carnage in front of me as I crouched in the corner, my head leaning against the cold wall. The broken table sat in the center of the warehouse, and droplets of dried blood from the five dead and broken bodies surrounding me decorated the gray walls in garish splatters. Smaller pools of blood around the bodies glittered on the concrete floor in the half-light.
Looking at the man closest to me, I could see that his eyes were still open. I remember how his stare had changed from hate to fear to complete emptiness as the life had drained from him.
“What did you kill? Some rats piss you off in DC?” My eldest brother chuckled lightheartedly.
“Humans.” That one word hung in the air for a moment as if both of us were wishing the truth away. I felt my insides twist sickeningly.
“You killed humans? Dear god, Damian! Why?” Victor hissed into the phone, and I knew he wasn’t alone wherever he was.
“They took me, and they were going to—”
“So it was self-defense?” I hoped so, or I was in a lot of trouble. But I didn’t know if being willing to go home with one man and then being drugged and waking with five around me would be explainable to the Council. “Don’t move, okay? I’ll track your phone and drive over.”
“I’m sorry,” I gasped as the pain I felt in my entire body radiated out and intensified. “I might not be conscious when you get here to help you. I didn’t mean to kill them.”
“What?” he roared, and some part of my foggy mind realized I should maybe have mentioned I was hurt. “Why didn’t you say you were injured?”
What was there to say? You didn’t ask sounded like an asshole thing to say since I was calling him for help. And we’ve been on the phone only like a minute wasn’t much better. But I knew what he meant. It should have been the first thing out of my mouth instead of confessing I killed my attackers.
“How bad?” he asked after barking out some orders at someone in the background.
“I haven’t had blood in over a week,” I admitted sheepishly. Fuck. There was no way of hiding how I lived my life after this. “Vic, please don’t tell everyone. Please, brother. I–I can’t have them know and see me like this.” I felt a few tears escape my eyes. “I know I have a lot of explaining to do, but I can’t in front of everyone.”
He was quiet a moment, and I worried that we’d lost the connection. “Okay, baby bro. I’ll just bring Micah and Riley since we’ll need him if you’re hurt.”
“No, please,” I whimpered, knowing it was a lost cause. Once Victor made a decision, the moon was easier to move.
“Final offer or I call Mom.” Yup, figured it would be like that.
“Micah and Riley,” I whispered.
“That’s what I thought,” he replied and then softened his tone. “The chopper should be ready in five minutes. They’re already on their way. We’re leaving from the warrior compound, okay? It shouldn’t take long. How bad are you?”
“I don’t think it’s life threatening but I’m pretty mangled and cut up. They were drawing it out.” I rolled my eyes at how stupid it sounded. And the moment it was out of my mouth, I knew what he was going to ask next.
“So what information were they torturing you for?” Yep, that was it.
“Vic,” I sighed, realizing I was going to have to say the words at some point in time. “They drugged me at a club. I woke up naked, strapped down to a table while five men did the most sadistic foreplay ever to me as I tried to get past the drugs. But when one went to—to enter, I freaked. I don’t know if it was adrenaline, but suddenly I could move and feel my head. I broke the table and killed them all.”
“Good. I’m sorry it was you who did it, but someone in this family would have killed the bastards. We’ll be there shortly.” Vic hung up without another word. I loved my eldest brother. Hell, I loved all my brothers, but Vic and I were really tight. And that man had an evil streak a mile wide when it came to his family.
I closed my eyes for few seconds before glancing over at the bodies strewn about and realizing I might have done them a favor. I’d done it quick, fighting for survival. With six older brothers and a mother who was probably more vicious than all of them when it came to her kids, these humans would have suffered greatly in any of their hands.
But how many other lives might I have just destroyed? There were seven of us brothers, and I worried that when people found out what happened here, it would be held against them as well. It was Victor, then Stefan, Gabriel, Micah, Virgil, Remus, and then me. I was seventy-six years old and still they treated me like I was twelve. But at least I wasn’t the shortest, too.
There were normal vampires who ranged in all shapes and sizes just like humans did. Then there were some of us who were born warriors. When we went through our transitions at puberty to become full vampires who needed blood to survive, some of us grew massive. I’d been about five-three before my transition at fourteen, which was early for most, and six-four after it was over. Our large stature and ability to bulk on major muscle was what determined we would be warriors of our race.
Why did strong, fast, almost invincible vampires need their own warriors? Demons.
“Will you bite me again?”
“Always, amante,” I purred as I started to undress him. “I will take you places you’ve never been before.”
“Sounds nice,” he panted, rolling onto his back and staring up at me with those wondrous kelly-green eyes. Already they were changing color again, becoming lighter and almost iridescent.
“Get lube,” I growled as I drank in his naked, firm, muscular, sexy-as-all-fuck body. My mate nodded and quickly rolled over and reached into the nightstand as I yanked off my scrubs. By the time he was back to me, I had removed all my clothes.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered with a tone of awe, and then his eyes went wide. “And huge! Fuck! That thing is like monster-truck size.”
“You like?” I chuckled, palming my cock. It was rather large, probably at least twelve inches and wider than any I’d ever seen.
“Yes, don’t stretch me,” Damian moaned as his eyes glazed over with lust.
“Oh, my amante likes pain in his ass as well, does he?” Damian nodded as he handed me the lube, still focused on my dick as he licked his lips. The little imp. I knew I wouldn’t last long with the looks he was giving me and needed to get into his sweet ass before I exploded. “On your back.”
“Yes, master,” he purred, and I raised an eyebrow at him. “No good?”
“I do not like that word,” I answered with a nod as he moved into position. “I master your pleasure, not you.”
“What do I get to call you then?” I knew what I wanted. It had always been the one thing I wanted and waited to hear when I found my mate.
“I’d like it if you called me mi alma, my soul,” I whispered as I placed my body in between his legs.
“I like that. Mi alma,” he said with a smile. “It’s romantic.”
I nodded but inside was shivering. I knew nothing of romance. Sure, I could be loving, affectionate, and tender in the bedroom at times, but real romance was more than just sex and scared the living shit out of me.
Not wanting him to focus on the term and the moment, I quickly slicked up my cock and rubbed some excess lube around his hole. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to be prepared better?”
“Yes, I like the burn,” he admitted, his cheeks heating with embarrassment. I’m sure he did, but I was well-endowed and I was worried I’d hurt him. But our first time together I couldn’t doubt him or make it seem as if what he wanted was wrong in some way. I nodded and leaned over him as I moved my cock to his hole.
Licking his nipple, I teased his ass. Damian moaned and squirmed under me. Then I let him see my fangs were out before I bit his right nipple, at the same time thrusting just the head of my cock inside of him.
“Fuck!” he shouted, bucking under me. Then he paused. “Do you want me quiet or loud?”
I pulled out my fangs, making sure not to lick the bite closed just yet. “I prefer loud, but I want to hear your natural pleasure, not something forced.”
“I’m normally loud, but I know it displeases some Doms.”
“Scream away, amante,” I purred, pushing more of my cock into him. Damian gasped in pleasure and arched his back. “I like a little dirty talk if that is okay?”
His cock twitched against his stomach, already filled back up, and I knew he more than liked the idea.
“See, we are perfectly matched,” I groaned in bliss, knowing he liked everything I did. That and his ass was exquisite. The fit was too tight, and it felt as if he might strangle my cock, but it was wondrous. “You want more, my little slut? Beg for my cock.”
His eyes went wide, his head snapping up to look at me, and I froze, thinking I’d gone too far. “Please, mi alma, fuck me so hard it hurts. Take me like the whore I am. Your whore only.” I shivered. Damian was perfect. I grabbed his hips tightly, letting my short nails sink into his flesh, and thrust forward hard, bottoming out inside of him as I bit into his other nipple. “Yes! Fuck your slut. Oh god, I’ve never been so full!”
“Is this tight ass all mine, Damian?” I growled, raking my fangs over his collarbone when I was done with his nipple. “Your hole is just begging for me to fill it, isn’t it?”
“Yes, yes,” he gasped, raising his hips to meet mine. I was impressed that such a tight hole could even accommodate me and that he liked it. Then again, after some of the shit I saw in that container, the pain he was feeling now was mild compared to what he’d tried before. “I’m all yours, mi alma. My ass is just for your cock whenever you want.”