Deadly Savage (MM)

Bad Boy Assassins 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 21,038
8 Ratings (4.5)
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Futuristic Sci-Fi Romance, M/M, HEA]
Rebel soldiers have taken over the planet Brittany and a genius scientist, Tucker Lambert, is trapped in the middle of it. Protected by one of the elite assassins in Blackburn Force, Tucker realizes it's only a matter of time before the rebels find him and kill him. With the war going on around him, he yearns for his lover Race Wilder to find him first.
After Race discovers his lover is still alive, he makes it his personal mission to find him and bring him back to the safety of Blackburn Force. The savage assassin is no stranger to fighting and he’ll fight until death for the one he loves.
Their love is being put to the test. Race had promised Tucker a lifetime together, and he always keeps his word. Can these two survive the unthinkable together and learn in the process that love conquers all?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Deadly Savage (MM)
8 Ratings (4.5)

Deadly Savage (MM)

Bad Boy Assassins 3

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 21,038
8 Ratings (4.5)
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Something wasn’t right. Race Wilder sniffed the foul smelling air and immediately detected sulfur. The normally busy streets of Inverness, Brittany were empty, the city nearly a ghost town. He glanced down at his IA transmitter and took in the coordinates of the map. He wanted to believe that his brother, Ari, was right. That their father had stashed his lover Tucker Lambert away and he was waiting to be rescued. Race glanced around and swallowed. Whatever hell he was about to enter didn’t suggest as much.

Five out of the thirty safe houses on the planet were demolished. The latest was simply empty. He searched all night before he forced himself to take a breather and figure this shit out. Tucker was a very intelligent scientist that had developed specialized warfare for the planet of Brittany and he became a wanted man once a rebel group heard about it. Race had wanted to bring him to Blackburn Force, but Tucker was on contract for the planet. He couldn’t leave without their consent and they wouldn’t consent during the middle of a fucking war. He took a deep breath and inhaled rotten eggs, enough to nearly make him gag. His father went behind his back and hid Tucker. Race wanted to believe it was true, but the destruction of the city suggested otherwise. Race kicked his boot against the ground and dust flew up onto his pant leg. He knew he was going at this half-cocked and ready to fight when he probably should have listened to Bella and waited for some kind of plan to formulate.

It’d been two months since he’d seen Tucker. He knew hiding was necessary, but he didn’t understand why his father couldn’t have told him about it. Mitch Wilder did whatever the hell he wanted and didn’t ask permission or give apologies to anyone. Race hated that aspect about his father but there it was.

He walked outside to the main area of Inverness and looked around. Soldiers of one of the militant groups forced some of the residents back at gunpoint. When Race glanced up, he saw that they were burning the dead and it didn’t take too much intelligence to see that in that pile was obviously someone that those left behind loved. He decided to go the other way. Keep to the quite side of things and find his way past the commotion. Burning flesh nearly overpowered the sulfur and his stomach clenched in response. War was ugly.

It didn’t take him too long to differentiate the soldiers of Inverness from the soldiers of the rebel group. While the unsettled planet had their differences, it reminded him of a few years back when Blackburn Force went through a similar scenario. Only this one was worse. This one hunted innocent people and shot them for the fun of it. Race spotted a rebel soldier shoot another man in cold blood. While it wasn’t an unusual site for him, they abided by the rule that they never shot the innocence. They never shot someone that was not on the target list.

These people didn’t care. These people made a game out of it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A hand grabbed Race’s shoulder and dragged him back. A rebel soldier.

“To get a better look.”

The man had a dirty face. His dull green eyes had no compassion, no soul. Race tried his best to play the normal tourist part of this show. Killing him amongst so many people would only draw unwanted attention his way. It wasn’t something he could afford.

“Yeah? You know anyone.”

Race stared at the man. “Not really. Just trying to understand the cause.”

The man dropped his hand from Race’s shoulder. “Those men are the captured military they’re using to protect him.”

He pointed and Race’s gaze went in the direction of the other man’s extended finger. “Him? Who is him?”

He eyed Race with suspicion. “The crazy scientist that can end this movement with a click of a button. You’ve never heard of him?”

Race licked his lips. “Oh, I’ve heard of him. I just thought he’d been caught.”

He seemed to relax after that. “Nah, he’s in one hell of an underground bunker. They’ve been trying to blast it for three days now, adding more and more explosives. They’re going to try rocket fuel next.”

Rocket fuel? His stomach dropped as he stared at the men pile more dead bodies to the fire. Tucker was completely defenseless inside his safe haven. He had no idea how he’d get him out and get him safe. They were trying to bomb him right now and rocket fuel would make one hell of a boom.

The rebel military officer glanced at Race. “You’re frowning.”

Race glanced over at the man. “Sulfur.”

He lifted his chin. “Does stink a bit. You get used to it after a while.” His gaze went up then down Race’s body. “You want to go back to my place? You look like you could use a…nap.”

Race smiled. “Sure. But my place is closer.”

The man lifted his chin. “Your place it is then.”

Leading him back to the safe house, Race felt the man cup his ass. He wanted to believe that it was because he was the pretty one in the family, but he knew all too well that was Ari. Whatever this guy had planned wouldn’t fair well for him if he let it go out of hand.

He opened the door and the man stepped inside. Under the cover of the safe house, he walked up behind the rebel and snapped his neck. His lifeless body fell to the ground before he could even ask him his name. He kicked the guy for good measure. They wanted to kill Tucker for nothing and that wasn’t okay with him.




To his surprise, Race followed him down, locking the hatches in place. Once they landed on the solid concrete, Tucker turned. Before he could say any more, Race grabbed him, pulling him to him as his mouth crashed down against his lover’s. Damn, he tasted like sin. His hands went to Tucker’s lab coat and pushed it from his shoulders. It didn’t matter how long they’d been apart. Knowing that Race still wanted him made Tucker’s tension dissipate. He thought Race simply came because Mitch told him to. Knowing that Race came for him, on his own accord, made it completely different.

The lab coat fell to the floor and Race went for Tucker’s shirt. Need slammed into Tucker hard and fast and he felt just as desperate to get his clothes off as Race. He worked on removing his clothes, pulling away from Race slightly.

“You do yours and I’ll do mine.” Tucker kicked off his shoes. “It’s quicker that way.”

Race chuckled, a throaty sound that reverberated through Tucker. “I was going for romantic, but if you need hot and dirty, I’m down for that.”

“Romantic my ass.” Tucker tossed his shirt to the growing pile of clothing. “You don’t have a romantic bone in your body.”

His lover didn’t and Tucker didn’t give one fuck about it. He didn’t need the lovey crap in his life. He was a scientist after all and that just screwed with his good sense. What he did need was Race inside him. When his lover dropped his pants, Tucker took in the thick cock that he’d missed for the past two months. He was hard and perfect. Tucker licked his lips in anticipation.

“No.” Race lifted Tucker’s chin. “That kind of stuff is for later. I need to be inside you now.”

Tucker took a deep breath. “You were always such a killjoy.”

“I’ll make you rethink that.” Race pulled him to him and nipped at Tucker’s lower lip. Together they worked on his pants and only got them as far as his knees before Race turned him to face the desk. The tube of lube sat to the side of the desk and Tucker didn’t want to admit why the lube was so handily near his workstation. Thankfully, Race didn’t seem to care.

He squirted his cock with the lube before slipping two fingers inside him. “You’re tight.” He ran his tongue along the back of Tucker’s neck. His teeth scraped along his shoulder as Race worked another finger inside him.

“Yeah well, what did you expect? Two months with nothing here to entertain me but myself.” Tucker glanced over his shoulder. “Having another person do some of the work is more fucking fun than doing it by yourself.”

Race kissed him. “Is that your way of telling me that you missed me, baby?”

Tucker swallowed and rubbed his ass against Race’s cock. “I think you know the answer to that.”

Race gripped his cock and pressed it against Tucker’s hole. His fat cock stretched Tucker, pushing deep and filling him with one smooth stroke. Ah, yes. Sweet fucking heaven. Tucker dropped his head down between his arms as Race gripped his hips. Each stroke was harsh and short. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the bunker as Tucker’s lips parted, his eyes closing as Race’s cockhead brushed against his gland.

“Just so you know,” Race said, drawing Tucker’s attention back to him. “You’re mine. This ass is mine.”

Tucker pushed out against him. “Fuck me then. Harder.”

His strokes went deeper as the force grew stronger. Wild hot sex in a bunker wasn’t exactly on his bucket list, but he’d take Race’s cock anytime, any day. He clutched the table, holding on to the sturdy furniture as his pleasure increased. His cock felt ready to burst and he knew one stroke would have him spewing.

Race gripped Tucker’s cock and pumped him while his cock filled Tucker’s ass. Pleasure shot through him, hard and fast, staring at the base of his skull and ending at the tip of his cock. He jerked with the force and held on to the table as his body collapsed. The intensity was hotter than the sun and sweat had gathered along his upper lip. Race didn’t seem to notice as he continued fucking Tucker. The man had the stamina of a bull and a cock like one too. He clung to the table simply enjoying the thrusts of Race inside him before his lover groaned, his cock filling him with hot cum. The sounds of their breathing filled the silence while the scent of sweat and sex surrounded them. His body was limp as a wet dishrag and couldn’t have been any fucking happier about it.

Race slipped from Tucker’s ass and pulled him around to kiss his lips. Tucker looped his arms around his lover and held him close. With him simply being here, he felt safe. It was an odd thing to say considering Race was a top assassin and had probably more ways to kill a man than Tucker could dream of.

“Maybe next time we’ll make it to the bed.” Race pulled back and stared into Tucker’s eyes.

“You didn’t like mauling me?”

Race grinned. “I really was going for romance.”

It was Tucker’s turn to smile. “You’re too cute for your own good.”

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