[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, elves, public exhibition, bondage, spanking, sex toys]
Twelve elves left the North Pole to be free of all things Christmas and have been living together for decades. All this time they have gone without their mates, but when the first of the twelve finds his, the others have hope of being united with theirs.
Why hates Christmas songs for their unyielding cheerfulness, but he wants to do everything to make his mate happy while the two grow closer. As these lovers realize their feelings, an unexpected occurrence threatens to tear them apart.
Daran Sullivan is a struggling lawyer with a mentally abusive boss. Outside the workplace, he starts spending time with Why and discovers the satisfaction such a close connection with another brings after having been a loner.
Will Why have the opportunity to spend the rest of his life with Daran, or will the appearance of a sinister foe destroy their bond just as it’s beginning?
A Siren Erotic Romance
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“Seriously?” I groaned as I walked into Maggiano’s and they had Christmas music playing. “Already? It’s only the second week of November! I swear they’re going to start in August one year.”
“May I help you?” a young kid asked me with a raised brow. Yeah, yeah, crazy elf talking to himself.
“Reservation. Daran Sullivan, party of two?”
“Yes, your party is already here. Follow me please,” he said politely and turned to lead me to my date. Date. What the hell did I know about dating? I’d never had to take anyone out to get in their pants before. When I saw him glance up at me from across the restaurant, my heart started to race. Oh yeah, that’s why I’d agreed to date.
He gave me a dazzling smile, and his blue eyes lit up like the stars. Everything in me was screaming to get on my knees and beg this god of a man to be mine. I had a strong feeling Horse and Idiot were right…Daran was my mate.
“I’m glad you could make it,” he said, and I saw hesitation on his face. I sat down across from him in the booth, and the host walked away. “Do I call you Luke or Why?”
“Luke in public, please, but Why is my real name, so when we’re alone or at home, I prefer it.” I saw desire flash in his eyes when I mentioned us going home.
“Give in. You want him,” I heard Daran think.
“I want you, too, Daran,” I whispered and reached for his hand. He quickly pulled it away, and I realized that was not the way to win him over.
“Please don’t do that. My thoughts are private,” he hissed at me.
I quickly held up my hands in a gesture of surrender. “You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s not always easy to just shut off like flipping a switch. I know it’s hard for people to understand, but it’s like another sense I have and about as easy to not use as my nose.”
“No, no, I can get that,” Daran said quietly as his cheeks heated up. Who knew a six-two, one-eighty, built attorney could blush. And fuck if it didn’t make me hard. “And I didn’t mean to be bitchy. It’s just hard to relax when I’m worried about you seeing inside of my head, and I’m already nervous enough.”
“Why?” I asked, curious as to what would make this confident, gorgeous man tense.
“You,” he blurted out and then groaned as he rubbed his hands over his face in agitation.
“I scare you?” My heart plummeted to my knees. That’s never what someone wants to hear from a date. “Because of what I am?”
“Yes. No! Not because you’re an elf.” Well, that was a relief. “Because it’s you.” Huh?
“Huh?” My mouth hung open in shock. “Want to run that by me again?”
“I’m so not explaining this right.” He groaned, and the noise did interesting things to my dick. “I’m not good at dating or interpersonal relations. Your persistency scares me because I’m drawn to you…” He took a deep breath while trying to finish that thought. I smiled gently at him and decided to lay my cards on the table.
“I’m not normally this persistent, Daran.” I paused and let it sink in before continuing, “But I’m pretty sure you’re my mate.”
Unfortunately, he blurted out, “I’m a virgin,” at the same time.
“What?” We both gasped. I stared at him a moment, and then we both reached for the bottle of wine he’d ordered. I reached it first and poured him a glass, handing it to him, and then poured my own. We both tossed it back as if it was water.
“Like Shely and Idiot? You think we’re like that?” he whispered, and I realized he was starting to shake. I wanted to hold him and make all of his nerves go away.
“I think we should get an order to go,” I said gently as he poured himself more wine. “We can’t talk freely here.”
“Right. Sure. Okay. Fine.” I quickly signaled the waiter and got two orders of mushroom ravioli, confident in my decision when Daran started nodding.
“To go, please, and the check,” I told the waiter with an innocent smile. He nodded and went off as Daran swallowed his second glass of wine. I grabbed his hand when he went to pour his third. “Are you okay?”
“Not so much.” He giggled and sipped his drink. Oh boy. I don’t think he had much tolerance for red wine.
“I won’t rush you into anything, Daran.”
“How could someone like you even want a virgin?”
“Someone like me?” I asked hesitantly, not liking where this might be going.
“Experienced,” he hissed and glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “I’ve seen your play room, remember? I was at Shely and Idiot’s party. I know what your sex life is like.”
“You were at the party?” I started to feel like a parrot, but I’d not seen him that day.
“I got about two feet in the door and everyone was naked and three people were having sex in your front hallway. Together. I was way out of my league, so I turned tail and ran.”
“That’s not normally how things are, Daran. Just because we might be mates doesn’t mean you have to change who you are and start getting into the things I am.”
He stared at me for a moment, nodding solemnly and tossing back his wine. When his glance came back to mine, I saw the heat in his eyes. “What if I want to?”
“Then I will take you places you’ve never even imagined, baby,” I purred as I rubbed my foot up his shin. “But we can take things as slowly as you need. I’m not even sure you’re my mate yet.”
“How do we find out for sure?”
“I’m ready,” he whimpered as I rubbed my cock against his hole. “No more teasing.”
I wanted to laugh since there had been no foreplay. If he considered this teasing, I was going to have lots of fun teaching my mate some patience. I pushed the first inches of my dick inside of him, freezing when he tensed up and cried out. “Too much?”
“No, it’s good. Don’t stop,” he begged. I’d never taken a virgin before, and I was so scared I’d ruin it for him. He pushed back against me, and I got the idea, slowly sliding into him until I bottomed out. “I was scared it wouldn’t fit after I saw how big you were.”
“I can make it smaller if it’s hurting you.” I wasn’t sure there was ever a time someone wanted their partner less hung since the common complaint I heard was that their man didn’t satisfy them. But ten inches of fat cock could be a lot for a virgin.
“Don’t you dare,” Daran growled. I smiled at his response as I gently grabbed his hips and started slowly taking him. My fangs popped out, and I felt a thrill go through me. Daran was my mate! I ignored the urge to bite him, knowing we needed to talk first. “More.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I panted but still picked up the pace. He moaned and thrust back as I pushed inside of him. We found a nice, comfortable rhythm, but I was dying to see inside his mind for guidance.
I reached down and stroked his dick in time with my hips, and soon we were both falling right over into bliss. I milked his cock as his sweet ass milked mine, both of us groaning as a wave hit us. I loved the feeling of marking my mate from the inside.
“That was nice,” he panted after we flopped to the bed on our sides.
“Nice?” I asked, my pride taking a hit. “Just nice?”
“I mean, I know porn’s not real and all, but even those people I saw at your party were screaming and thrashing and shouting their bliss to the heavens. This was more like fireworks at a Sox game when someone hits a home run, instead of Fourth of July fireworks at Taste of Chicago.” He paused for a moment and rolled over so we were facing each other. “Did I do something wrong? Do you not want me anymore?”
“I was trying to be gentle since it was your first time,” I answered with a sigh. “I’ve never taken a virgin before, and I didn’t want to scare you.”
“So you still want a repeat performance?” he asked, his cheeks heating up. “Because I want you to show me everything and make me scream.”
I let my fangs slide back out and smiled as he gasped. “I plan on making you scream every night for the rest of our long, long lives, Daran.”
“I’m your mate,” he whispered. I held my breath, waiting for his reaction. Daran reached out and touched my right fang gently, and I couldn’t help but moan at how accepting he was being. He leaned his head back, baring his neck to me. “Make me scream, Why.”
“Gladly,” I snarled and pounced, knocking him back to bed as I pushed his knees to his chest. “I’m going to take you at your word, baby. If I get too rough or you don’t like something, all you have to do is tell me.”
“I promise,” he moaned, and that was all I needed to hear. I slammed my hard dick back into his willing body, preening when he screamed in pleasure and his back bowed. “Oh yeah! That’s what I want.”
“I’ll give you so much better than nice,” I growled and wrapped his legs over my hips. I pounded into him as I bit down hard on one of his nipples.
“Oh, fuck me sideways. Bite me, Why.”
“Not yet, I’m having too much fun.” I dug my fingers into his hips, fucking him within an inch of his life. “Will you submit to me always, Daran?”
“Yes! Yes, I’m yours if you want me.” He shouted when I nicked his other nipple with my fang. “I need to come!”
“Not yet,” I ordered and stared down into his shocked gaze. “You need to learn the fun of holding out. Your orgasm will be stronger the longer I drive you insane.” I smiled wickedly at him. “And I have a surprise for you.”
“What?” He gasped and instead of answering I changed the angle of my thrusts and nailed his prostate. “Fuck!”
“Better than nice?” I couldn’t help but ask since my ego had taken a hit.
“Jesus, yes.” He shouted as I did it over and over again. “Better than Fourth of July!”