[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, public exhibition, HEA]
Greg Stevens and Andrew Dean met online years ago through a mutual interest—they are both shifters, enhanced humans able to take the form of wolves at will. When Greg's English pack decides to form a merger with an American pack, he jumps at the chance to act as an ambassador, as well as meet Andrew in the flesh.
After a nervous start, their relationship quickly moves up to the next level, and love soon blossoms. At the same time, though, Greg is busy interviewing Andrew's pack to see if they're suitable to merge with his own.
Are the two packs compatible? And what will happen to Greg and Andrew's relationship if they aren't?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 HEARTS: "This is an interesting take on a shifter story because while the shifter aspect is definitely present, especially because Greg is the English liaison in the decision to merge with Andrew’s pack, it takes a back seat to the relationship development of Greg and Andrew. There is no immediate mating bond, no heat. What we have instead are two men who know each other only through their online talks (and yes, smexin’ with webcams). The story is not angsty at all. There are some humorous lines moments, such as Andrew admitting to himself that when he has a guy on his mind, he just doesn’t pay attention to anything. There are also some aspects I liked a great deal. Foremost was Amy, the female bodyguard to the American shifter pack. I love that the female is a strong, self confident interesting character (her boob hugs are epic). The fact that shifters are made, not born, and that is something hidden from Greg’s parents. They know he’s gay but not that he’s a shifter and he’s not sure how they’d react. The “how” of each of their turning kept my attention. This is a story where the love affair takes precedence, with the shifter line adding some unique ideas. This was the first I’ve read of this author and it was a nice introduction." -- Lucy, Hearts on Fire Reviews
After hours of nothing but clouds and dark water, Greg woke to a much more familiar view from his airplane window. Trees. Mile upon mile of forests, rivers, and lakes, barely visible in the fading light. It made his homeland of England look positively sparse in comparison. He took in a deep breath, as if he could smell the foliage, but even his supernaturally heightened senses couldn’t pick anything up other than the recycled air of the cabin.
“First trip to America?”
Greg turned to the man in the next seat. The older gentleman had fallen asleep shortly after takeoff and had snored for most of the trip. Greg was too excited to do anything other than smile, though. “First time, yes.”
“Ah, a Brit!” He elbowed Greg jokingly in the ribs. “Won’t find much haggis in the states.”
“That’s Scotland, actually. I’m English.”
The man hadn’t heard him, so busy was he spouting the typical British stereotypes. Greg just smiled, nodded, and laughed in what were probably the right places. The man was clearly enjoying himself, and that was far better than sitting next to a grumpy arse for the remainder of the flight.
After a while the conversation died down and the man turned his attention back to his pillow. Five minutes later he was snoring again, much to the displeasure of the surrounding passengers. Greg merely shook his head in amusement and turned back to the window.
America. Somewhere down there, amidst the concrete and trees, lay his adopted pack. The people he’d spend the next few weeks with, in order to aid relations between that pack and his own, back in the UK. His American counterpart had already landed in the UK, and Greg had even managed to shake his hand before his taxi had arrived to whisk him to the airport. He hoped the guy was as excited about the trade as he was.
Well, he won’t be quite as excited. He doesn’t know anyone over there. I know someone here, though.
As great as meeting his new pack would be, it didn’t compare to finally meeting Andrew. Up until the flight, they had only talked through social media and emails. Well, and the odd webcam chat. Not that they’d chatted much during those. No, their cameras were usually pointed a little south of the neck. Greg’s cock twinged at the thought of finally being in the same room as the man.
Just a couple more hours. He slid the window shade down and closed his eyes. “This is going to be a hell of a trip.”
* * * *
Andrew settled into the passenger seat of Sandy’s car and punched his friend on the shoulder.
“Less heat. You trying to make me all sweaty?”
Sandy turned the car’s heater down. “We can’t have that, can we? Might put off the Brit butt you’re after.”
Sandy knew full well that he and Greg had been talking online for the better part of a year, and he also knew that Andrew was more than a little excited to see the man. He would have come alone to pick him up, but his car was still in the shop, so instead he’d got a lift with his only shifter friend that wasn’t busy. He’d made him promise not to mock Greg’s accent, but he doubted Sandy would last long. He was that kind of guy.
“So.” Sandy tapped his palm on the steering wheel. “Heard from Paul yet? Think he’s enjoying the land of rain and scones?”
Andrew smirked as he shook his head. “I know he landed already, but he’s not emailed that I know of. The boss said he’d let us know as soon as he got in touch.”
The pack swap—which was what most of the pack was calling it—had been arranged a few months ago between the alphas of the two packs. The idea was that a chosen member from each group would experience how their foreign brothers and sisters operated then report back to their own superiors. If the two groups decided that they shared enough common goals and beliefs, a partnership would be struck. What that partnership would entail was unknown to Andrew, but he assumed it would mostly be a pooling of information.
The shifter packs of the world were often insular, and they guarded their knowledge fiercely. Who knew what the two packs might discover through a fair exchange of information?
Andrew scratched at his left forearm absentmindedly until Sandy slapped his hand away.
“Hey, no scratching.”
“Shit.” Andrew rolled up his sleeve. “I forgot.”
Under the tight white bandage lay what would be a vicious wound on a regular human. To a shifter, though, it was only a mild inconvenience. Still, he reminded himself to be more careful next time.
It had been his own fault. In his rush to get home and get ready for picking up Greg, he’d darted across a road when he should have waited, and wound up getting clipped by a car. He’d thrown out an arm to break his fall and managed to mess up the inside of his forearm on the asphalt.
“So much for shifter reflexes,” he said as he rolled the sleeve back down.
“If it hadn’t been for your were blood, it could have been a lot worse,” Sandy reminded him. “And it’ll be healed by the morning anyway.”
It wasn’t like him to not pay attention. Actually, that was bullshit. Whenever there was a guy on his mind, it was exactly like him, and Greg had been on his mind all week.
The clock on the dashboard said 23:00, and Andrew swallowed his excitement as he climbed out of the car. Greg would be landing soon, and Andrew would finally be in the same room as the guy he’d been fantasizing over for months.
Andrew led Greg to the bathroom and found him a fresh towel then retreated back to the doorframe. “I’ll get your bed ready.”
He pulled the door shut and rested his forehead against it. He was torn. On one hand, he wanted Greg to relax and get some rest so he’d be fresh for the meeting tomorrow. On the other, he wanted to wait until the guy was under the hot water then walk in with his cock in his hand and see where it took them.
He knew that the longer they left it, the more unsure both of them would become. Doubts would begin to creep in. Is he still attracted to me? Was all the webcam stuff just for fun? They needed a confrontation to settle things, and Andrew wasn’t usually one to let things just happen.
The water turned on in the bathroom, and a moment later the scrape of the shower curtain could be heard through the door. Andrew bit his lip. Greg would now be naked, head back, eyes closed, as the hot water ran down his body.
He unzipped his pants and slid his hardening cock into his hand then opened the door. Greg was indeed already in the shower, and he jumped as Andrew moved into the bathroom, slowly stroking his cock.
“Don’t let me stop you,” he said as he sat on the closed toilet seat. “Just enjoying the view.”
Greg laughed and shook his head, sending droplets of water flying about the room. “I was wondering which of us would make the first move.”
“I decided I was tired of waiting.”
“Speaking of tired, don’t expect much of me tonight. I really am exhausted.”
Andrew smiled. “That’s all right, I can entertain myself. Carry on.”
Greg grinned and carried on with washing himself, and Andrew watched, his cock rock hard as it slipped through his fingers. Seeing Greg on the webcam had been great, but there was a big difference between a grainy image the size of a monitor and real-life, high-definition ass.
He stroked his cock slowly to savor the experience. God, Greg had a great body. Being a shifter meant it was easy to stay trim, since their metabolisms were so fast, but the man clearly worked out, too. He had the physique of a swimmer, and a similar lack of body hair. Andrew wanted to reach out and caress the man’s toned arms and thighs, but for now he could only watch. That was fun, too, though.
Greg turned under the shower as he began to lather his hair with shampoo, giving Andrew a good look at his front. A few scars marked his left pectoral, but other than that he was perfect.
“Would you look at that cock,” Andrew said. “Last time I saw that it was on a monitor.”
Greg waggled his hips, making his cock slap from side to side as it began to harden. “I could say the same.”
Andrew shrugged. “It does the job.”
“I should hope so. I intend to see it put to use when I’m in less danger of falling asleep.”
His gaze was drawn back to Greg’s cock, now hard, its head glistening in the water. Andrew was very much a top, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy giving head. As soon as Greg closed his eyes to rinse his hair, Andrew pulled his shirt off and quietly climbed into the bathtub and dropped to his knees. So close to Greg’s cock, it looked huge. The man gasped in surprise as Andrew wrapped his hand around the thick shaft and began to slowly work it.
“Shit, you made me jump.” Greg rubbed the water from his eyes. “Is your arm up to this?”
Andrew frowned then glanced down at the bandage around his arm. Forgot about that. “It’ll be fine. It was nothing major. Probably already healed. Now, guv’na,” Andrew said, in a poor attempt at Greg’s accent. “Let’s see if English cock tastes different...”
He shifted his grip lower on Greg’s shaft then ran his tongue over the cockhead, paying special attention to the sensitive slit. Greg clenched for a moment then let out a sigh as he placed a hand in Andrew’s now-wet hair.
Andrew grinned and lowered his mouth down the length, his hand massaging Greg’s balls as he bobbed up and down, letting the cockhead bump against the back of his throat. With his free hand he worked his own cock, mirroring the speed of his mouth.
The water coursing over the pair of them only heightened his pleasure. He’d always loved fooling around in water, be it a shower, a hot tub, or a secluded lake. He knew that Greg enjoyed the same, too. They’d discussed pretty much everything in their time online.
He began to pick up the pace, and Greg responded with quickening breath and a tighter grip in Andrew’s hair. He switched his hand from Greg’s balls to his shaft, and the man let out a long groan.
“That feels so good.”
Andrew sped further, the moans coming from Greg spurring him on as he jerked his own cock in time. He felt the urge to come rise, but he held back. Greg was equally close, it appeared, as his stomach clenched, no doubt to try and hold on.