Note: Driven Alpha [Twin Pines Grizzlies 2] was previously published as Quarterback [Gridiron Gods 2]. Due to popular demand, the series has been revised to emphasize the bear shifting. The changes are minor in the first 7 books. If you have already read Gridiron Gods 1 to 7, you do not need to read Twin Pines Grizzlies 1 to 7 in order to continue with Strong Alpha [Twin Pines Grizzlies 8].
Driven Alpha will be available on its release date in your bookshelf for download if you have already purchased Quarterback directly at BookStrand (this option is not available if purchased elsewhere).
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[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, light Consensual BDSM, sex toys, HEA]
Driven to claim his mate… Derek fled the West Coast for Twin Pines College to escape his family’s scrutiny about his personal life, which allows him to stay firmly in the closet. Playing football is just a bonus. Then, he meets a man worth coming out for—the almost impossibly handsome Grizzlies' quarterback, Brandon Sanders. Brandon’s refined good looks hide a dark desire. To placate his controlling father, Brandon lives a secret life of quick flings with equally closeted lovers. Never has he found a partner he trusts enough to fully let go and let himself fulfill his deepest desire—to submit sexually to the right man. As the unlikely pair explores each other’s most compelling fantasies, Brandon begins to wonder if the security of his father’s money and approval is worth living a lie. As Brandon gathers the courage to break free, strange things start happening between him and Derek, a mystery that grows only deeper when they find out the bear they saw in the back of the team’s equipment truck was real. Who will be able to explain their new, strange connection, and will that bond be strong enough to support a brand-new life out in the open?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Anitra Lynn McLeod is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Dude, I thought you were straight.” Derek Simmons, who was sitting next to Brandon Sanders on the Twin Pines Grizzlies team bus, scooted away playfully.
“Liar. You’re just cheesed he didn’t hit on you.” Kevin shoved Derek’s shoulder, pushing him across the bench seat into Brandon, who wrapped his arms around Derek and tried to kiss him.
Rather than duck away, Derek planted one on Brandon. It was something he’d been wanting to do since he’d met Brandon at the all-male college. If this had to happen in the middle of a bus on the way to a football game, then so be it.
Brandon’s mouth gave against his. When Brandon parted his lips, Derek almost lost his mind. Brandon tasted so good Derek went from soft to hard in less than two seconds. This close, the scent of Brandon’s expensive cologne filled his lungs and increased his arousal. Brandon always looked good, smelled good, and now Derek could confirm that he felt good, too.
All around them the rest of the football team was watching, but Derek didn’t care. After dreaming of the drop-dead gorgeous quarterback for months, if he got to kiss Brandon by playing gay chicken, that was fine with him. When Brandon not only kissed Derek back but cupped his strong, capable hand to Derek’s bulge, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.
Brandon fondled Derek’s erection with the same finesse he used on the field. There was a reason Brandon was called the man with the golden hands.
Not to be outdone, Derek eased Brandon’s zipper down, exposing a thick prick nestled in black hair. Derek wrapped his fist around Brandon’s shaft and started to pump. Brandon moaned low and sexy. Resisting the urge to lean over and take Brandon’s dick into his mouth took all of Derek’s willpower.
Derek had no idea who said it, but he agreed with the sentiment. Not once in all his fantasies had he dreamed anything like this. Darting his gaze to the window, which reflected their images against the darkness, Derek realized they were a visually stunning pair.
Beautiful black-haired Brandon with his pale complexion contrasted perfectly with Derek’s platinum-blond hair and darkly tanned body. East Coast preppy meets California surfer. While he and Brandon were all over each other, their teammates formed a protective circle around them, blocking them from the view of the coach and the other players.
If Derek had known openly challenging Brandon was the ticket into his tightly packed pants, he would have done this a long time ago. Countless times Derek had reached under the covers to stroke himself into oblivion with thoughts of Brandon on his mind. But this reality was so much better than any fantasy.
Brandon’s hand was big, strong, and dexterous. He knew exactly how hard to squeeze his fist, how to ease his palm up for a tugging stroke, and just how quickly to swipe the pad of his thumb across the tingling crown of Derek’s cock.
Had the bus not hit a dip in the road and jostled them apart, Derek was pretty sure that kiss and their grasping hands would have led to simultaneous orgasms. But the bus bounced, and the moment was ruined. Derek wanted to roar with frustration.
Breathing deeply, Brandon met his gaze with heavy-lidded eyes. “Later,” Brandon promised, tucking his beautiful cock back into black jeans that Derek wanted to tear his way into. That particular pair clung to every muscle the man possessed. They looked like they were painted on, and Derek wanted to peel them off. With his teeth.
“Bring it,” Derek offered, adjusting the prominent bulge in his faded jeans. Even as he postured like what had just happened meant nothing to him, he was bound and determined to make the dazzling quarterback his.
Derek had always thought he had an uphill battle, what with the assumption Brandon was straight. In his time, Derek had seduced a handful of straight guys, or at least guys who were secretly bi, but Brandon had always presented himself as so damnably heterosexual that Derek thought conquering him would be the gay equivalent of climbing Everest. However, that kiss, and the interrupted hand job, said Brandon was anything but straight.
“You want to suck my cock, pretty boy?”
Brandon nodded. And he did. His mouth was watering he wanted to suck him so badly.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, Boss, I want to suck your cock.”
Pushing the duffel off to the side and angling it so it rested on the round end, Derek blocked the view, should the guys across from them wake up.
Derek was indeed on the verge of climax. His balls were high and tight, nestled close to his swollen prick.
“Suck it, pretty boy.”
Brandon didn’t need to be told twice. Leaning over, he took Derek’s prick into his mouth, sucking gently.
“Ah, yeah.” Derek tangled his hand in Brandon’s hair. “That’s my pretty boy with the best cocksucking mouth in the entire world.”
In Brandon’s lap, his cock twitched. All he needed was a stroke or two, and he’d come in a torrent, but it was clear Derek had other plans.
“Lap at my balls, pretty boy.”
Obeying his orders, Brandon cupped Derek’s tight balls into his palms, lifted them, then ran his tongue along the hairy sac.
Derek moaned low and deep, his massive body shaking the seat a little as he scooted down.
At this angle, Derek couldn’t thrust, which was a good thing as his cock was massive. Brandon could barely take his entire length into his mouth. Still, he tried to take more, which rubbed Derek’s tip against the back of his throat, choking him lightly, the sound of which drove Derek into madness.
“Ah, yeah, pretty boy, choke on my cock. You want to milk me dry with those sweet lips of yours, don’t you?”
Bobbing his head, Brandon agreed with that assessment utterly. He wanted to feel Derek spew hard down his throat. He wanted to drink so deeply of him he would know him right down to his soul. Brandon eased his probing finger under Derek’s balls, pressing firmly on the spot between his sac and his ass.
Against his will, Derek climaxed. Brandon continued to massage that spot, knowing that it would indeed pump his master dry.
Muttering softly into his chest, Derek tightened his fingers in Brandon’s hair. Derek wasn’t forcing his head anywhere. It was more an instinctual reaction to simply hang on against an onslaught of such enormous pleasure.
Once Brandon had drained him utterly, Derek pulled him up and kissed him deeply.
“You and your sexy mouth.” Derek grinned, stroking his finger over Brandon’s bottom lip. “You could bring your master to his knees with that skill.”
Pleased, Brandon blushed. He never had been much of a blusher, but he was around Derek and wasn’t quite sure why.
“Oh, God, that look on your face.” Growling, Derek kissed him again with such passion Brandon almost came. Whimpering now, his prick so tormented he was almost in pain, Brandon gazed into Derek’s eyes with plaintive appeal.
“Look at my pretty boy’s prick.”
Following Derek’s gaze down to his lap, Brandon thought his dick had never looked bigger. He was so hard the vein along the side was pulsing against the tautness of his shaft.
Lowering his head to whisper directly into Brandon’s ear, Derek said, “Would you like to stroke your cock while I watch?”
“Yes, Boss. Please.” Brandon made the foolish mistake of lifting his hand.
“Put your hand back at your side,” Derek snarled. “I asked you a question. I didn’t give you permission.”
Frustrated beyond belief, Brandon returned his hand to his side.
“Aw, poor baby. That cock does look painfully hard. Why, look, there’s even a tear at the tip like it’s crying.”
A drop of pre-cum hung on the edge as if his prick wept with abject frustration.
“Rock your hips, Brandon.”
Knowing it would only aggravate his situation but desperate to please and possibly get off, Brandon rocked his hips. The movement jostled his cock, smearing the pre-cum over his belly. Brandon quickly realized if he thrust up just right, he could rub the tip against his abs. Unfortunately, the contact wasn’t strong enough to get him off, not when his pre-cum lubed all the friction away.
“Are you trying to fuck against your own belly?” Derek snickered against Brandon’s ear. “So hot and randy you’ll even fuck yourself!” Lowering his massive hand, Derek held his palm about an inch above Brandon’s cock. “Can you feel the heat of my hand?”
“Yes, Boss.” Brandon’s instinct was to ram his hips up and hit that source of moist heat, but he didn’t dare. If he didn’t do exactly as Derek wished, he could punish him by refusing to let him climax at all. It was the possibility of greater torment that held Brandon still.
“Such a good, obedient little pretty boy.” Derek held his hand perfectly centered so that the heat radiated down over Brandon’s entire shaft. “Beg me.”
Eyes closed, Brandon whispered, “Please let me come.”