Frosty Melt (MM)

Who Needs Christmas? 6

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 35,666
48 Ratings (4.7)

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, elves, public exhibition]

Twelve elves left the North Pole to be free of all things Christmas and have been living together for decades. They have gone without their mates for years, but when the first of the twelve finds his, the others have hope for finding theirs.

Flower is a reserved elf who hates snowmen and the monotony of one-night stands. After finding his mate, he puts the same care and concentration he would into his inventions into all that he does for Otis.

Otis Connor has been a sex slave for years. He doesn’t know how to be free, but Flower gives Otis a chance to turn away from all his pain to find his inner strength and capability of giving and getting love.

As the feelings between Flower and Otis grow, will Otis be able to truly leave his past behind, or will it be too much to overcome?

A Siren Erotic Romance


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Frosty Melt (MM)
48 Ratings (4.7)

Frosty Melt (MM)

Who Needs Christmas? 6

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 35,666
48 Ratings (4.7)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
Great story. Fun read for Christmas or any time you want to feel better.
Sad, cruel and what da hell are the thoughts that come to mind when I reflect on this story. The policemen actions boarder criminal themselves and the lawyer and brother in law Daran behavior makes me question his knowledge of the law. When the police get involve that when I wanted to just slap a few. Otis didn't surprise me I knew he would fight in the end.
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I couldn’t hold back the gasp at how breathtaking said entertainment was though. He had chestnut-colored, shoulder-length hair that flowed around him as he lay on the swing. His body was perfectly tanned and drool worthy. I wanted to eat him up.

I stepped closer, completely forgetting my original purpose for coming to the playroom. The British-looking god of a man was recovering from what looked like tiring fun. 

I don’t know how long I stared at him.  My brain spun off in an alternate reality where I pictured us cuddling together and making slow love on a Saturday morning before watching old movies all day long.

“He’s amazing, isn’t he?” Chiquita panted as he moved up next to me. “He’s open to anything and never says no. I think he’s a real sub, like trained sub. And you know that’s not normally our thing, but he was just too pretty to pass up.”

“You guys brought home a real sub?” I couldn’t hide the shock in my tone. Sure, we liked more submissive men, but most of us blanched at true subs who were trained and lived the full lifestyle.

“Gus asked us if we wanted to sample him. I guess the guy needs a Dom for his contract. He was really vague, but then the guy offered to come home and have sex with all of us. And I mean, just look at him. Would you have said no?” 

“No,” I answered honestly. Gus was the owner of Leather No Lace, the club we frequented. My other friends finished up with the sub, and I couldn’t help walking toward him any more than I could help breathing.

“You didn’t finish,” Shadow said to the sub with a confused look on his face. “Why not? Didn’t you enjoy it?”

“Of course I did, master,” the man answered and jumped off the swing. Oh yeah, he was British and had the yummiest accent. He knelt on the ground and sat on his feet, legs spread apart, with his head down and hands behind his back. It was a typical sub pose for when they’d misbehaved. “I have been schooled not to have an erection unless I’m commanded to. My previous masters did not allow my enjoyment of our intercourse.”

“Master?” Shadow gasped and looked at the rest of us. “Wait, previous masters? What did Gus tell you?”

“That you were to be my new masters,” the guy answered, never glancing up or breaking pose.

“You assholes,” I snarled at my friends. “He’s not a sub. He’s a slave! Don’t you know the difference?”

“Gus said he needed a contract,” Maze said, trying to defend himself. “That’s a sub, not a slave. This isn’t our fault. We didn’t know.”

“What else did Gus tell you? He just said we’re your masters and handed you over?” Shadow looked green at the idea of being with a slave or having any part of this.

“He said the Smith brothers would be the best option for my new masters. That I was to go with you tonight and show you my body and how well I was trained.” He started to sound a little worried then. “Did I not please you?”

“No—what’s your name?” I asked gently as I knelt in front of him.

“Otis Connor.”

“It’s not that you weren’t magnificent, Otis. It’s that we don’t believe in the master-slave relationship. We’re dominant men, but we want equals who are more submissive. Hell, none of us are even Doms technically.”

He didn’t say anything, so I took a deep, calming breath and tried again. “Slaves are treated like animals or property, and we don’t approve of it. You’re a person, Otis. If you need help getting on your feet, we’ll do that. But you don’t have to have a master. Do you understand?”

“I understand you won’t be my new masters.” These quick, concise answers were getting on my nerves.

“You don’t have to have a master or masters at all, Otis. You’re obviously not owned currently if you’re looking for new ones. Why can’t you just be your own man?”

“N–Not have a master?” he asked and started to shake. “I–I’ve had a master since I was eighteen. I started training to be a servant when I was fourteen at the finest traditional school in England. Then my advisor had me trained as a slave, and I was bought when I became legal.” Holy crap! He looked like he might shit a brick at the idea of not being a slave, so I gave in to my instincts and hugged him.

“It’s okay, Otis. We’ll help you, I promise. You don’t have to decide anything this second or—” And that’s when my fangs popped out.

“Why can’t you all be my masters? I will do whatever—”

“I will not share you,” I snarled as I straddled his lap and pushed him back to the ground.

“Flower!” Shadow yelled and tried to pull me off my mate. I hissed at him over my shoulder, and he froze. “Dear gods, we just fucked your mate.” They all took several steps back slowly as the strong magic inside me flowed. We weren’t weak, cutesy little elves like in the stories. We were territorial, predators when it came to our mates. And they had reason to be frightened as to how I’d react.

“You didn’t know,” I said calmly. I didn’t blame any of them for what had happened. It was before I met Otis. I only cared about what happened now. I turned back to my mate and lifted his chin so he had to look at me. Instead he darted his gaze. “Look at me!”

“Master?” he asked hesitantly but did as I asked.

“No, not master. Never master. Mate.” I stared into his eyes as they went wide, and then I couldn’t hold back anymore. I struck fast, sinking my fangs into his gorgeous neck. 




“I want to take care of you, Otis.” I soaped the luffa up and washed his chiseled chest and then down his arms. “Ask me whatever you want. My life is an open book to you.”

“People buy me to please them, take care of them. I don’t understand why you are washing me instead of the other way around.”

“Because it’s not about money or power for me. I want us to be together in a loving, equal relationship. I want us to be partners.” I realized I was confusing him since I wasn’t starting from the beginning. I took a deep breath and braced myself for his reaction. “I’m an elf. I’m over three hundred years old, Otis.”

“The fangs,” he whispered as he shivered. Listening to his thoughts let me know it was a shiver of lust. I was cool with that.

“That was the first time they ever came out. It happens when an elf finds his mate.”

“So I’m your mate but not as in ‘friend.’” He bit his lower lip, and I wanted to moan at the sight. I’m sure my dick getting hard confused him even more.

“Fate chose you for me to be my everything, friend, lover, partner, husband. My fangs popping out was the sign that you’re the one, Otis. I want you like I crave no other.”

“Then take me,” he said and immediately turned around, presenting his ass to me. Oh fuck!

“No, Otis,” I whispered and pulled on his arm until he faced me again. “I won’t touch you like that until you understand. I’ll be with you when you want it and don’t think you have to offer yourself to me.”

“I–I have a choice?” Otis blurted out.

“Yes, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. I won’t be intimate with you until you choose to touch me. Otherwise I’m taking advantage of you.”

“What if I want it now?” he asked as I went back to washing him.

“You’re not even hard, Otis.” I sighed in frustration. This was much more difficult than I’d thought, and he was so fucking hot! I was barely holding on to a thread of control.

“Am I allowed to get an erection whenever I want to?”

“Yes, of course. You can come as often as you like if we have sex. You can eat what you like and do what you want as long as it’s legal. You’re free of being a slave.”

“I’m free,” he repeated, and I knew this was going to take a long, long time. “You freed me.”

“I guess you could look at it like that.” I shrugged and knelt to wash his legs and feet. I was just finishing up when he squatted down and looked me in the eye.

“Then I am free to say that I want to feel you inside of me,” Otis whispered hesitantly. I nodded as my jaw practically hit the floor. I also didn’t miss the impressive piece of meat that was between his legs, hard as a motherfucking rock. “I want to be yours. I will learn to not act as a slave, but I will need help. I have dreamt of being free all my life though I have no clue how.”

“I’ll show you,” I said, thanking the gods. Maybe my earlier assessment had been wrong. I was trying to respect his privacy and not listen to his thoughts unless I had to. I had always felt it was rude and didn’t want to do it with my mate. But given the circumstances, I might need some guidance here and there.

“I still want to please you.” We stood back up, and he moved my hands around to his very firm, muscular ass.

“That’s good, baby. Because I want to please you in every way possible and in every position I know.” I couldn’t bite back the moan as his dick rubbed against my stomach.

“Take me, please, Flower.” Yeah, like I could say no to that? I was an elf, not a moron. I dropped to my knees and licked the head of his cock as I pushed in my soaped up fingers into his ass. “Sweet mother of mercy. No one’s ever done that to me before.”

“I’m going to be your first for a lot of things, just as you will be mine.”

“Okay,” he moaned as I took him into my mouth. I fucked him with my fingers as I deep-throated him. I wasn’t going to deny his desire for us to be together sexually, but I also wasn’t sure he was ready to have sex now that he had a choice. I thought maybe he needed more time to adjust. In the meantime, I could still give him the release I guessed he badly needed.

I sucked on him as I rubbed over his sweet spot. Otis cried out and shot down my throat with no warning he was even close. Damn! He had needed that. I swallowed every drop of his cum, relishing the taste of my mate. When he was done with his orgasm, he slumped against the tile wall as his legs shook.

“I have not come in over four years,” he admitted as he closed his eyes. “I had forgotten what it even felt like.”

“You’ll climax at least once a day from now on,” I swore after I pulled my mouth off his dick.

“I’d like that.” He smiled at me as I stood up. I thought he’d been hot before, but now with that smile, he was breathtaking. It was a sight to behold. His face lit up, his green eyes sparkling, and I swear I saw some of the darkness in him vanish before my eyes.

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