Hanging Antlers (MM)

Who Needs Christmas? 11

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 35,567
45 Ratings (4.7)

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, elves, bondage, spanking, sex toys]

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 of finding theirs.

Maze hates reindeer and social interactions in general, preferring to fight vampires with Shadow. Maze finds a new way to occupy himself upon meeting Zander, who seems so willing to give Maze all he has to offer, including his love.

Zander Travinsky is a history museum curator whose past relationships have been failures. The one person he seems close to is his stepbrother Bryl. However, Zander finds himself experiencing an instant attraction and longing for love when he meets Maze.

When Zander’s stepbrother finds out about Maze, will Bryl’s jealous acts tear the mates apart, or will their love be strong enough to overcome the evil?

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

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Hanging Antlers (MM)
45 Ratings (4.7)

Hanging Antlers (MM)

Who Needs Christmas? 11

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 35,567
45 Ratings (4.7)
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This is my favorite Christmas series ever!!!Excellent work by a favorite Author of mine.
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4 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "In Joyee Flynn's Who Needs Christmas? series, the elves who escaped the North Pole to live among humans (and other paranormal creatures) in Chicago, seek their mates and try to live a life free of whatever it was about Christmas season that caused them anxiety. Number eleven in the series is Hanging Antlers. The elves choose their own names when they are five years old. Maze’s parents were responsible for caring for Santa’s reindeer, who, as it turns out, were a mischievous lot. They tormented the little elf by snagging him on their antlers and tossing him among themselves. To escape this anguish, the child elf began hiding in a maze of Christmas trees and since that gave him a measure of safety and comfort, he chose the name Maze. As an adult in Chicago, Maze meets Zander, who has had previous but unsuccessful relationships. The two men, or man and elf, form a relationship but someone close to Zander is jealous and tries to drive them apart. Hanging Antlers is one in a series of twelve stories about magical elves who form their own brotherhood, which is growing in number to become a tribe of sorts. The stories vary from silly to touching and have enough tension to keep them exciting. I enjoyed this novella and look forward to reading more of Ms. Flynn's work." -- Maggie B, Dark Divas Reviews

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Story Excerpt

 

“I’m here to plan a party for my brother,” I told the lady at the front desk at the back offices of the Natural History Museum. She was older, with short, graying hair and blue eyes that were hidden behind a pair of glasses. She opened her mouth to speak, and I couldn’t help but notice that she had a large lipstick smudge near her upper lip. I tried not to focus on that as I listened to what she was saying.

“That’s nice. You can go on the website to book a children’s tour and party. The Curator doesn’t get involved in birthday parties,” the woman said distractedly.

“That’s nice,” I parroted back with a raised brow. “I’m Carl Smith, here to plan the New Year’s Eve Ball my brother normally plans every year.”

“Oh, I apologize.” She chuckled and looked up from her computer screen. “We’re used to seeing Mark when it’s planning time. Is he all right?”

“Yes, just some family drama with his partner. I volunteered to come in his place, though I’m not sure I’ll be of much use besides signing the check.” I shrugged. Horse asked me to come, so I did, but this so wasn’t my thing.

I liked to spend my time in the gym, not running around getting all the details figured out for parties. But even then, I’d been signing my name long enough where I felt confident I could handle it. I wouldn’t do anything to screw up the Ball for Button after all the time he put into it.

“Well, don’t worry. Your brother has already laid most everything out, so that’s really all you’ll probably have to do.” She gave me a winning smile. Oh no. “He is so yummy. I wonder if he’s gay like his brother.” Ugh. She must have been in her fifties at least! I tried not to let my creeped-out feeling show on my face.

“Is the Curator ready?”

“Yes of course,” she answered and stood up. I followed her around the polished mahogany desk and back into a short hallway of office doors. She opened the last one and ducked her head in, talking softly to whoever was in there. I smiled as she opened it fully and let me pass. I didn’t miss the way she looked me up and down appreciatively.

“Thank you.” I entered the fairly large room and almost swallowed my tongue. The Curator was much, much younger than I’d ever have guessed. He couldn’t be more than thirty-five, and that didn’t seem the normal age for such an important position. And he was hot. Holy mother was he hot. The door clicked closed behind me and snapped me out of my staring. “I’m Carl Smith.”

“Zander Travinsky,” he purred and walked over to me with his hand extended. “Hello, sexy! I’d love to go a round or six with him. I bet he would master me in the way I need.”

“Nice to meet you.” The moment our hands touched, I knew this man was someone special. And I knew he was worth potentially getting thrown out of the museum and ruining my family’s relationship with it.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He held my hand longer than necessary, and that was all the sign I needed that he wanted everything I had to offer.

“Take off your jacket. I want to see more of you,” I ordered as I sat down in one of the blue chairs in front of his desk. It was actually really comfortable and I settled into it happily, ready to watch the show in this fancy office of his.

I took a moment to glance around the room, seeing all the framed photographs of various exotic locations. To my left was a huge bookshelf packed with books and other various odds and ends. I turned my focus back to Zander who was looking down at me from behind his cherry desk.

“Excuse me?” Zander gasped, his eyes going wide. “This can’t be really happening, can it? How many times have I fantasized about this?”

“Let’s not be coy, Zander. You had to have felt the instant attraction as I did, and I can see it in your dazzling amber eyes that you crave to be commanded. I know I can do things to your body that you’ve never dreamed, but I want to make sure I like it enough to commit to the fun.”

“I’m at work, Mr. Smith—”

“You’re the Curator. Send your assistant out to get us lunch so we’ll be alone. And before you try and deny that you want this, you might want to stop shivering with lust and looking at me as if you plan on licking me from head to toe.” I smiled impishly at him, and he stood there blinking at me for a few moments before I got impatient. “One-time offer, Zander. I suggest you take me up on it and start listening to me. You crave someone who can command you, right?”

“Yes,” he whispered and closed his eyes. “Yes, I do but my job—”

“No one ever needs to know. I’m not the type to kiss and tell. If nothing else convinces you of that, know I’m taking the same risk. Our family has been working with the museum for years on these charity balls. You think I want everyone to know what I like in the bedroom either?”

“That’s a valid point.” He gave me a shy smile before hitting the intercom on his phone. “Rose, go ahead and take your lunch now and after your hour is up, run out and bring Mr. Smith and me some sandwiches from that deli I like. We’ve hit a snag that’s going to take some time to iron out.”

“Of course, Mr. Travinsky.” I waited until his slightly trembling finger slipped off the button and the connection hung up.

 

Adult Excerpt

 

“Are we in agreement that we want to explore this attraction?”

“Yes, very much,” Zander answered as he turned around to look at me, licking his lips.

“Then we’re going to play now as an appetizer, have lunch and handle the Ball, and then after work you will come to my house to have the full course of sex I have planned for you.”

“Yes, Maze.”

“Good. Now sit down,” I said pointing to the chair next to me. “I want to seal this deal with a kiss.”

His eyebrows shot to his hairline in shock, but he still sat down. “No one has ever kissed me when they dominate me.” I shook my head in sadness and moved from my chair to straddling his lap.

“Just because I like to dominate doesn’t mean that this isn’t special to me. It’s just the way I like to have sex. You’re not a sub or a hooker. You’re a man I want to take to my bed.”

“I like that idea much better.” He gave me that shy smile again, only one side of his lips curving up. I liked it a lot. It was very him and very sweet.

“Good, then kiss me.” Zander moved his hand to my shoulder and up my neck to the back of my head. He pulled me closer to him and brushed his lips gently against mine. Oh yeah, that was a good start. I liked that he didn’t feel the need to rush.

He came back for more, and I sucked his bottom lip in my mouth. Zander moaned and pulled my entire body against his. His other hand moved to my ass as I plucked his nipples. He went wild and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I guess that was a hot spot for him!

I pinched them hard as he grabbed my ass with both hands and ground his erection against mine. When we came back up for air, we were both panting as we stared into each other’s eyes with shock and awe. Yeah, it had been that good.

“I believe this is going to be a perfect fit, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” he whimpered.

“Is there something you want to ask me, Zander?” I asked, knowing the signs as he bit his lower lip. “I don’t want you to keep anything from me. I expect complete honesty from you. So spit out whatever you want to say.”

“Can I please suck you off? I want to see you and taste you so bad I’m already about to blow.”

“Only since you begged so sweetly,” I purred before leaning forward and whispering in his ear. “I plan on making you beg a lot tonight as you’re spread out in my play room, tied down for me to do anything I want to you.”

“Oh fuck,” he gasped as he reached down and grabbed the base of his cock firmly, staving off his orgasm. I slid off of his lap and stood so my groin was level with his face.

“Suck me.” He nodded as he moved his hands to my jeans and unzipped me. I fought back a shiver as his thumbs brushed my cock as he pulled my pants and boxers briefs down to my thighs. Zander purred in appreciation and glanced up at me as if asking for permission. “I already told you to suck me. Do you plan on always making me repeat myself?”

“No, Maze, sorry.” He cupped my sac with one hand as he held my cock with the other. His pink tongue darted out and licked a drop of pre-cum, moaning as if it was his first taste of ambrosia. Zander dove in then, swallowing me down until he gagged.

“Go slow, baby, we have all the time in the world,” I said gently as I cupped his cheek. He nodded and gazed up at me as he sucked me slowly. “I like that. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. I can’t wait to see how it looks in your firm ass.” Zander made a whimper and reached down to stroke his own dick. “No!”

He nodded and immediately put his hand back on me.

“I like both hands touching me when I get a blow job. I want you to explore every inch of me and get to know my body since you’ll be spending hours pleasing me.”

He let out that little whimper I was already addicted to hearing. This was going to be fun.

“That’s it, squeeze my sac,” I praised and ran my fingers through his short, chocolaty brown hair. “Harder, Zander. Start sucking me harder. I’m getting close.” 

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