[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]
Jason Snowe woke up in a nightmare. Kidnapped and thrown into a cement hole, he is chained to a werewolf, and is to be used for food when the wolf becomes too hungry to go without! Mick Stewart despises the fact that he was caught by a bunch of lowbrow hunters, but there is always a silver lining. The human they chained him to is his mate, and though Jason is wary of him, they both agree that working together is their only chance of escape. For Mick, traveling whilst chained to a human only slows him down, and though Jason tries to keep the silver in the chain from affecting him, he soon comes down with a case of silver poisoning. For Jason, finding out that he has a mate is surreal enough, but now he is faced with the possibility of losing Mick to the hunters before they even have the chance to really know each other.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
He raised his hands. “Look, guys, I don’t know what this is, but it’s no business of mine.”
“Bring in the other one and put them in,” said the gruff voice of someone cloaked to look like one of those evil dementor creatures from Harry Potter. He spoke as though Jason hadn’t said a word.
Then more rough hands gripped him hard enough to bruise before throwing him over. Jason hadn’t even had a chance to fight back.
He landed awkwardly on his feet, collapsing onto his side as the pain exploded in his right ankle and sliced up his leg. He cried out, clutching at the spot, but the men who threw him over jumped down with all the grace that an intended move like that could give them, and then started pulling out chains from their black robes.
“What are you going to do to me?” he asked when he could get his mouth to work on something other than weak little whimpering sounds.
Again, no one answered him. They went about their day as though this was as normal as apple pie.
Who the fucking hell were these people?
He couldn’t get up, and the was nowhere for him to even try and go with his ankle throbbing like it was—please, God, don’t let it be broken—so he stayed put and watched the men work, attaching a heavy chain to one of the rings in the chipped cement ground, removing other chains. Someone must have been doing some heavy lifting outside of the hole, because Jason heard a lot of grunting and pulling from above.
He figured out what exactly they were dragging into this pit when a giant furry animal was dropped in with a heavy thud less than ten feet away from where he lay.
Jason screamed. A bear! They’d just tossed a heavy fucking bear in here with him! Christ, was it alive or dead?
Someone said something else, but Jason was too busy screaming to know what it was.
He figured it out real quick when someone slapped a handcuff ring around his right wrist. Jason tried to yank his hand away. “Stop that!”
It seemed they only paid any attention to him when he was struggling, and he fought and kicked and bit down hard on any bit of flesh that came near him.
He got kicked in the head once or twice for that, so hard that his vision went foggy and his brain seemed to slow down.
He got back up to speed when he realized where the other side of the handcuff had gone.
The other ring had gone through a metal loop in one of the chains, which, as he looked, seemed to be connected to the bear in the pit with him.
What they had planned for him became apparent, and he flipped out. “Are you guys out of your fucking minds? He’s going to kill me! Let me out of here!”
They pretended to be deaf once more as the grim-looking men above the pit helped their friends out of it using rope ladders.
“Help! Help!” Jason screamed, as though he expected someone to rush into his rescue.
A slight whining groan caught his attention from beside him.
The bear. It was definitely alive, and…not a bear.
A long, heavy tail, shaggy and brown, started a lazy thump against the concrete flooring, the chest rising and falling in drugged breaths, and the body itself twitched.
Not a bear. A giant dog.
A huge wolf?
Not much better than a bear.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Jason muttered.
His captors were going to feed him to this thing. Jason had to find a way to get out.
After a minute of heavy breathing and sweating over just how in the hell he planned to do that part, exactly, he finally got up the courage and reached his hand out, ready to crawl forward and find out exactly where he and the wolf were connected and if he could sever that connection before it woke up.
He stopped when the ripple passed under the wolf’s skin. It almost looked like something was moving underneath.
Then the entire body of massive wolf shifted, and Jason’s heart slammed to a complete stop in his chest.
It didn’t get up and rip his head off, though, no. It started to shed its hair.
The coarse hairs fell away like leaves on a tree, only much faster, revealing smooth, pink skin beneath.
Then the body of the wolf began to shrink, as though someone had popped it and it was deflating like a balloon, slowly losing its helium.
Jason wasn’t sure what he expected or even when he expected this sudden change to stop. But it certainly hadn’t been when the body of a man replaced the wolf on the cold grey concrete.
A naked man, with the body of aGQ model.
Jason had watched enough horror flicks to know what that meant.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, right before he started to scream again.
“You want to have sex with me, don’t you?”
Just how forward the question was threw him for a loop. “I—yes.” He nodded.
Jason’s tongue darted out, touching on his bottom lip before his teeth nibbled on it. Mick’s cock throbbed in response.
“You’re my mate, and I desperately need to claim you. I want to fuck you,” he said, forgetting all about being gentle.
Jason nodded, letting that stupid Scooby-Doo towel drop between them. “Okay.”
That was it? Jason was a human. He wouldn’t feel the need to finish the connection as urgently as Mick did. That was almost too easy. Mick expected to at least have to romance him a little bit.
Now Jason was the one to do a little mind reading. Maybe Mick’s face was that easy to read.
“I was kidnapped out of my bed, thrown into a hole with a giant wolf that I thought was going to eat me, told that I’m actually the love of your life, then we escape from that place, travelling through the woods at high speeds, just to have to stop here and rest,” he said, and Mick was still waiting to hear where he was going with this. “After all that, I would like to be fucked. The good way, as opposed to what’s happened so far,” he clarified.
Fine by him. Mick grabbed him by his wet shoulders and pressed his body into Jason’s smaller one, pushing him against the wall, just the way he’d thought about doing only a couple of minutes ago.
Jason made a noise of surprise at the forcefulness that Mick swallowed up with his mouth. He lifted Jason into the air just enough so that when he thrust his hips forward, his cock finally got some of that friction he’d been craving since he first laid eyes on his mate.
Jason’s prick instantly swelled under the force of the thrust, and he pushed back, the both of them just kissing and humping each other against the wall, groaning into each other’s mouths, holding on tight and not letting go.
Mick nearly dropped Jason, however, when he continued to squirm his arms around.
“What are you—?”
“The chain.” Jason held it up, and he was doing a pretty good job of keeping the silver handcuffs that kept them together safely in his fist, but it still left him with one less hand to hang on with.
“Don’t let go of that silver. Keep it in your hand,” Mick commanded then grabbed Jason by the wrists and hauled them high above his head, until he was stretched out and ready for the taking. “Now I have you,” Mick said.
“Good.” Jason planted a kiss on Mick’s mouth, darting his tongue out to taste them. “Now please fuck me.”
Mick didn’t need to be told as he began to move his hips again, swivelling them in strong, hard motions before picking up the beat once more, letting the pleasure of just rubbing his dick against Jason’s take over. And the sound of Jason’s panting moans was beautiful in his ears.
Mick had never reacted like this to another man since his first time, when he was still a teenager. It was good, so good, that building pressure had started the second his cock said hello to Jason’s, and there was nothing he could do but let it all out as his orgasm exploded out of him. Like the lid had been blown off.
With his seed on his mate’s stomach, he felt a great deal better, but he still wanted to press his dick inside Jason’s hole.
Jason’s shoulders sagged, however. “Shit,” he muttered.
It occurred to Mick what he’d thought had happened.
“Don’t you worry, baby,” Mick said, taking the hand that was not holding on to all of that silver and pulling it down to touch on Mick’s still-erect cock.
“Christ, that’s amazing!” Jason said, eyes wide and looking genuinely impressed.
As much as Mick would have loved to turn him over and fuck him right there, it was too cramped in here, and despite the cold showers, the heat level was rising to an uncomfortable temperature.
He settled for just grabbing the first thing that could be used for lube off that little space beside the sink and carrying Jason out of the tiny bathroom and to the bed, which was just around the corner, three feet away.
“No one’s ever carried me to bed before,” Jason laughed.
“Get used to it,” Mick said, swooping down on him like Jason was his prey.