Flight of Fancy (MM)

Wolf Creek Pack 12

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 39,134
53 Ratings (4.4)
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, werewolves, HEA]
Eddie Jacks is on the run. He just wants to make it back home so he can pack his stuff before his ex-boyfriend comes after him. When he reaches his seat on the airplane, it’s occupied by a striking man with a broken nose. But there’s an air of mystery around the ruggedly handsome man that makes Eddie wish for things best forgotten.
Virgil Brown just wanted to make it back to Wolf Creek. After a particularly long and dangerous mission, he’s a little banged up and in need of some serious sleep. When the cutest guy he’s ever seen takes the seat next to him, Virgil is confused by the instant interest he has in the klutzy man.
Deciding to see where things go, Virgil discovers that there is more to Eddie than meets the eye. Not only is Eddie his mate, but the man has secrets even Eddie wasn’t aware of. When his ex comes for him, Virgil and Eddie have to trust that fate won’t tear them apart when they just found each other.
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Stormy Glenn is a Siren-exclusive author.
Flight of Fancy (MM)
53 Ratings (4.4)

Flight of Fancy (MM)

Wolf Creek Pack 12

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 39,134
53 Ratings (4.4)
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Totally fell in love with Eddie............As usual I can't get enough of this series, it's characters and Stormy's storytelling..............Love it and it goes on the Reread Pile like all things Stormy.
Fluffy
3.5 Stars ~ I would have enjoyed this story being longer, to be honest. So much happened in the first 80% and then the final part seemed very rushed. I loved Eddie as he is truly adorable and Virgil is wonderful. Both men deserved each other so much and their mating was great.
Christy Duke
Excerpt

 

STORY EXCERPT

 

Eddie Jacks glanced down at his airplane ticket. Seat 3C. He glanced up at the big blue numbers on the overhead. Seats 3C and 3D were right next to each other. The only problem was that his assigned seat—3C—was taken.

“Um, excuse me,” Eddie said. He wanted to be polite as possible because the guy was huge and looked like he ate trucks for breakfast and he was in Eddie’s seat and Eddie wasn’t a truck. He didn’t want to take the chance. “I think you have my seat.”

Baby blue eyes the color of a robin’s egg looked up and pinned on him, piercing like the guy could see right into his soul. Eddie swallowed the sudden bout of fear that tried to crawl up his spine. He held up his ticket. “I’m 3C.”

His eyes rounded when the man’s large hands tightened on the arms rests until they crackled. “I could take the window seat if you preferred.” He didn’t like it, but arguing with this guy did not seem to be in his best interest.

The man just stared at him.

Yeah… “I’ll just put my bag away and—” He stifled his squeak just in time as the bag in his hand was taken and stuffed into the overhead compartment before the compartment door was slammed closed. “Thank you.”

The man stood back, a clear indication that Eddie was supposed to move past him and sit in the window seat. Eddie scooted into the narrow space between their seats and the row in front of them to the one by the window. By the time he sat down, the large man was taking the aisle seat once again.

Eddie snapped his seatbelt in place. He went to rest his hand on the armrest only to jerk back when he realized the man next to him was holding the armrest in an iron grip. Again. His knuckles were turning white. Again.

“Not a flier?”

Eddie pressed his lips and glanced away when those intense blue eyes turned on him once again. They were a little nerve-racking. Powerful. Eddie wondered if the man could read his mind. He sure stared hard enough.

Eddie raised the blind to look out the small oval window. His eyes rounded when the man reached over and pulled the blind back down in a hard jerky gesture.

Okay then.

He glanced at the guy next to him again. “Going on vacation?”

Okay, not a conversationalist. The sour glare he received could have scorched the hair off his toes. This was going to be a very long flight.

Eddie twisted his lips together. Waiting. He hated waiting. He especially hated waiting when there was nothing to do. He was almost thankful when the engines came to life with a roar and the airplane began to vibrate. He knew in a moment the airplane would taxi out to the runway.

As much as he didn’t mind flying, those few minutes when he was stuck practically vertical and slammed back in his seat as the airplane flew up into the air scared the crap out of him. He held his breath the entire time, not beginning to breathe again until they leveled out.

As he drew life-giving oxygen back into his lungs, Eddie noticed the death grip his fellow passenger had on the armrest. He reached over and settled his hand on the man’s arm. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re leveling out. We’ll be fine.”

When the man turned and looked at him, Eddie almost expected to receive another angry glare. He even started to lift his hand, cringing back in his seat so he made a smaller target.

Eddie was all about being a smaller target.

“Man was not meant to fly.”

Eddie blinked in bewilderment at the man’s words. His lips twisted at the corners before the laughter he was trying to hold in escaped in a giggle. He slapped his hand over his mouth when robin-blue eyes narrowed at him.

“Sorry,” he whispered through his hand. “I didn’t mean to laugh. Honest. You just surprised me, is all.”

“Uh-huh.” The man did not look convinced.

“What happened to your nose?” Eddie asked as he gestured to the white tape the man had over the bridge of his nose. “Did you trip? I trip all the time. My boy—” Eddie flushed equal parts embarrassment and shame. “My ex-boyfriend says I could get tangled up in air.”

The guy reached up and gingerly touched the bridge of his nose. The grunt of pain seemed to surprise the man as if he was shocked that it hurt when he touched it.

Very odd.

“I broke it,” he finally replied.

“Did you trip?” Eddie asked.

One very fine cinnamon-brown eyebrow arched. “Yes, something like that.”

“Duke—he’s my ex—he says I need to pay more attention to where I’m going, although…” Eddie frowned as he slowly turned to look toward the front of the plane. “I guess he won’t be saying a whole about that anymore.”

Eddie still hadn’t decided how he felt about that. He was terrified of being under Duke’s thumb again, and terrified not to be. Duke had been his first kiss. His first boyfriend. His first lover.

His first everything.

Unfortunately, Duke had also been behind Eddie’s first beating, which was why he was on an airplane flying home by himself instead of in Paris on his honeymoon. Duke was probably still in Paris enjoying the honeymoon they were supposed to spend together with whatever new boy toy he had found to spend the night with. Eddie knew it sure as hell wasn’t going to be him. He might have put up with a lot of shit from Duke but he refused to be anyone’s punching bag.

“Why is he an ex?”

Eddie turned, a little astonished that the man sitting next to him was even speaking to him. He didn’t seem like the friendliest of types. “I thought we had flown to Paris to get married.” Eddie inhaled slowly, his breath shaky. “As I found out the hard way, Duke had no plans to marry me.”

“Then why take you to Paris?”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Eddie inhaled sharply, his body going hot and achy in the time it took to open his eyes. He clenched Virgil’s shirt in his hand as a wave of lust swept through him stronger than a tidal wave. His entire body was one big erogenous zone, Virgil’s touch like a live flame along his skin.

He moaned as he pressed his aching cock against the muscular leg pressed between his thighs. The friction was… “Virgil,” he whispered on a broken breath. “Please.”

A full-body shudder rippled through him when he felt Virgil’s hand slide down the back of his jeans, one finger pressing between his ass cheeks. Virgil’s gentle touch caressed his balls before moving to the round puckered hole that pulsed with need. Eddie tried to lift himself, separating his legs as he offered himself up to Virgil’s questioning fingers.

Eddie didn’t understand the all-consuming need sweeping through him. He had never needed to feel Duke touch him like he needed Virgil to touch him. He was pretty sure he would die if Virgil stopped. His cock was so hard it was on the verge of shattering. One good thrust of his hips and he’d blow.

Eddie’s eyelids dropped when the tip of Virgil’s finger breached his ass. His pushed his ass back, trying to get more, to get it deeper. His mind started to fog. The only thing clear was the need to come.

“Do you like that, baby?” The words were growled into Eddie’s ear, reminding him that he wasn’t alone in his pleasure.

Shame filled Eddie as he realized he had been so caught up in what he was doing, he had forgotten that Virgil was a living, breathing person and not an all-consuming force of nature bent on destroying his calm, peaceful world.

“Virg—ahhh!” Eddie keened when Virgil’s finger went deep, shoving past his tight ring of muscles and into his ass, rubbing that sweet, sweet spot deep inside that made his eyes cross.

“Lean up, Eddie.”

Eddie blinked slowly, his eyelashes sweeping over his flushed cheeks as he sat up. He stared down at Virgil in wonder, just barely able to make out the man’s strong features in the low light from the front of the first class seating area.

When he felt something brush his belly button, Eddie glanced down. He saw Virgil unbuttoning his pants and then pushing them down. He just couldn’t seem to process why it was needed. He couldn’t process why it wasn’t needed either, so he didn’t fight it, not even when Virgil slid his shoes off and pushed his jeans down until they hit the floor.

 When he was pulled back down, Virgil settled him over his lap. Eddie’s legs fell on either side of Virgil’s hips. It wasn’t until he sat fully down that he realized Virgil had unzipped his own pants and Eddie could feel the man’s more-than-impressive cock pushing up against his naked skin.

“Virgil,” he groaned, shuddering when two fingers forced their way into his tight ass. The sensation rode the edge of pain, which made it all that much more intense. Virgil’s fingers moved fast, plunging in and out of his ass hard, fast, and oh so wonderful. Two fingers became three, and then four, and he felt so full.

And then something else pushed at his entrance, stretching it even more. Eddie’s breath stuttered, painfully, magnificently. His eyes locked with Virgil as the man pushed up inside his ass, one glorious thick inch at a time. By the time he felt Virgil’s balls nudge up against his ass, Eddie felt like his ass had been split in two.

Virgil was simply huge, long and thick and hard. And, oh god, Eddie could feel every delicious inch filling him to the brim. He had never been stretched so far. Every thrust of Virgil’s hips sent the man’s cock deep. Every retreat scraped across his sweet spot.

Eddie’s senses rolled, each exquisite touch if Virgil’s hands on his body driving him further and further into ecstasy. His mind reeled, his body overloading. He was so close he could feel his orgasm biting at him, nipping at his flesh. His pulse pounded, thumping out a tempo that matched Virgil’s thrusts.

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