Healed by Hope (MM)

Marked 6

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 35,472
16 Ratings (4.6)
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, consensual BDSM, HEA]
Steve has been damaged. After being kidnapped, tortured, and then turned, Steve hasn't had the most stable introduction into the world of the pack or wolf shifters in general. Unable to retain his shape and unable to find a way to fix his problem, he tries to end his own life. Luckily, his friends are able to save him, though the only real way out of the darkness is for Steve to move out of it himself and into the light.
Hope has been burned in the past and is on a break from lovers. Little does he know that his first encounter with his new pack member ends up revealing his mate. But Steve comes with a lot of scars and a lot of baggage for someone with enough baggage of his own. Can he convince Steve that love really does conquer all and, more importantly, will Steve allow himself to be truly Healed by Hope?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Jana Downs is a Siren-exclusive author.
Healed by Hope (MM)
16 Ratings (4.6)

Healed by Hope (MM)

Marked 6

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 35,472
16 Ratings (4.6)
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“Hi there, little guy,” Hope said, kneeling beside the little Havanese puppy he was looking at.

“It’s a girl, actually,” Tanner St. James corrected, smiling down at the litter like he’d pupped the dogs himself. He might work hard at his job as a bartender at Riders, but the gamma’s true passion lay in dog breeding.

Hope had been wanting one of his puppies since he’d first seen them at one of the pack meetings five years ago. Unfortunately, his partner at the time hadn’t liked dogs, and the feeling was mutual with most of them as well. He sighed. He never should’ve wasted a second on Danny freaking Dawson.

The little girl he was looking at raised her head and lapped at the pad of his thumb. “I think I have to take her home,” he said, unable to keep the silly grin he’d been trying valiantly not to display back anymore.

Tanner nodded. “Definitely looks that way. She’s already stolen your heart.”

“Ain’t that the way it happens?” Hope straightened, leaving his new little angel to chew on his shoestrings. “How much do I owe you?”

“With the pack discount it’s five hundred bucks,” Tanner said.

That was impressive. Hope knew for a fact that his website had the pups listed at three times that much. “I appreciate that.” He opened up his wallet and got out five crisp hundred-dollar bills he’d just taken out of the ATM. He handed over his money, and Tanner took it without checking the amount.

“Awesome. I’ll get you a receipt and her records so you’ll be able to give them to your vet.” He paused as he said the last word, chuckled. “Well, I suppose you already have the records at your office, huh?”

Hope nodded. “Yep. You have been coming to my clinic for how many years now? I probably know more about the conditions your dogs have than you do.”

“Truth. All right, I’ll just get you that bill of sale then. You want to load her up?”

Like it would take long. The four pounds of mostly fur wasn’t even as long as his forearm. He could almost hold the puppy in the palm of his hand. “I’ll put the new collar on her and meet you over at my truck.”

“Sounds good.”

Hope bent down and grabbed up the little girl and cradled her to his chest. At least she was used to the smell of wolf-shifters. Some dogs, especially small ones, had really bad anxiety around his kind. It was one of the reasons he had at least two availables as technicians on his staff. The humans didn’t freak out the animals nearly as badly as he did.

After walking the twenty feet over to his truck where it was parked in Tanner’s driveway, he grabbed the pretty purple rhinestone collar he’d bought at PetSmart earlier and looped it gracefully around her neck. “There, Princess. Now you’re decked out in some bling.”

He didn’t care that he was pampering a tiny designer dog like some Hollywood starlet. He liked spoiling animals and he didn’t care if people thought he was unmanly because of it. The dog was so dainty that if he tried to put her in anything short of rhinestones, it would look ridiculous.

“Here you go,” Tanner said, walking up to Hope as he put his new puppy into a shiny new carrier. He extended the receipt, and Hope took it before sliding it easily into his pocket.

“So where’s the last one going?” Hope asked. Out of the litter of five that Tanner’s bitch had pupped, there was one little boy that hadn’t been claimed.

“I think I’ll give him as a present to the Alpha mate. That should really give Mustang fits.” Tanner grinned at the thought. He’d been teasing Mustang since they were kids, and despite the fact that Mustang grew up to run their entire pack, that hadn’t changed much. The only real difference was now Tanner knew not to take it too far and get Mustang too angry with him. The poor kid had more than a few ass whippings before he’d learned that particular lesson.

“You sure they want a dog?”

Tanner nodded. “The Alpha mate mentioned it at the last get-together when I mentioned my Kimi was about to have another litter. Mustang grumbled about not needing a dog or at least not a tiny one, so I just can’t resist.”

Hope shook his head. Tanner just loved to stir up trouble. “Whatever floats your boat, man.” He paused. “Have you heard anything about the new addition?”

It was no secret that the Alpha and his mate were trying to rehabilitate a human who had been forced into the change, but they weren’t exactly afforded details about said werewolf. Hope had caught a glimpse at him in one of the downstairs bedrooms at Mustang’s house, but then the man had shut the curtains and he hadn’t seen a hint of him since. Needless to say, the rumor mill was churning out all sorts of details, some true, most likely untrue about their new guest.

“I heard he’s broken,” Tanner said, shrugging. “Other than that, not too many details coming out of the Alpha’s house. Dr. Carrigan is as tight lipped as ever about patients, and you know Grayson isn’t going to say anything unless Mustang wants him to.”

Hope understood that perfectly. Despite the fact that being in a pack was the equivalent to living in a very tight-knit neighborhood where everyone knew your business, some things were still off-limits. “Have they brought in any potential Dominants to try to make him feel more secure?” It had been done in other packs with turned wolves.

“I have no idea.” Tanner winked. “You interested in the position? You’ve always had a soft spot for hard-luck cases.”




Hope’s smile widened. “You’re hard again.”

Steve jumped as Hope reached out and ran a hand along the ridge of his cock. He groaned. “What are you doing?”

“I have no idea. I shouldn’t be touching you at all.” Hope gave his cock another firm stroke. “I can’t help it though. You smell so good.”

Steve’s mind blanked as he rocked his hips into Hope’s hand. He didn’t care why Hope was touching him. All he cared about was that he was and that there was no fear and nothing but pleasure. He reached up and clung to Hope’s shoulders, leaning into him as his strokes grew bolder.

“Wanted to do this since last night,” Hope rumbled, forcing Steve up onto his tiptoes to chase the firm stroke of his hand.

“Yeah?” Apparently his dirty talk needed more work than he originally thought. He’d always felt like he’d been the one in control of his relationships. He didn’t feel very in control at the moment. Usually that led to a meltdown. Right now, he was just hard and needy and he didn’t want to question why things felt as good as they did.

“Oh yeah. Since you decided to grind your pretty cock against me before things got furry.”

Oops. He’d forgotten that part.

It was then that the other half of the sentence registered. Was it weird to blush when someone complimented his cock? He’d never had anyone call his cock pretty before.

Hope did something with his hands that made Steve’s thoughts scatter and his eyes cross. He gasped.

“Like that, boy?” Something about the way Hope said “boy” made him pant. He said it like he as a very, very naughty boy and naughty boys definitely deserved spankings. He was not opposed to a playful slap on the ass but he had the sneaking suspicion that Hope was the type that didn’t play around when it came to his spankings.

“Yeah. God, yeah.” Color me articulate.

“Touch me, boy. See how hard you made my cock?” Even while he was being so commanding, there was a thread of warmth through Hope’s words. It was nice, pleasant even.

Steve didn’t answer. He just wrapped his hand around Hope’s thick prick and started using his favorite masturbation techniques. It wasn’t until recently he’d been able to play with his prick at all without losing control and shifting into his four-legged self.

A drop of pre-cum formed on the tip of Hope’s cock, and Steve’s mouth immediately began to water. He’d only sucked dick a few times in his life, and each time had been a sort of take-it-or-leave-it experience. For whatever reason, the prospect of sucking Hope’s cock nearly sent him over the edge of oblivion.

“You want it?” Hope demanded, a downright evil glint in his eyes.

Steve groaned. “Yes. Your cock. Want it.” The force is not with your grammar, Obi-Wan.

Hope chuckled. “Good. Come for me.”

The command caught him by surprise, seemingly pulling the cum from his cock like Hope had flipped some sort of internal switch. He erupted like a geyser into the circle of Hope’s fist. It seemed like he hadn’t come in months if the amount of jizz painting Hope’s wrist and arm were any indication. His balls drew up so hard he was pretty sure he was going to pass out as Hope carried him through the most intense orgasm of his life.

It’s just a hand job. The annoying naysaying voice could shove it.

Tell that to my cock.

His thighs shook as the muscle trembled from contracting so hard. He stared into Hope’s green eyes and saw a wicked satisfaction there. There was only one way he could really pay the male back.

He dropped to his knees on the ground and swallowed Hope’s cock into the back of his throat in one fell swoop, gagging for his enthusiasm. Hope immediately threaded his hands through Steve’s hair, holding on as he pushing and withdrew from Steve’s lips with abandon.

There was something deeply satisfying about pleasuring this man. From the second a drop of sweet-tasting pre-cum hit his tongue, he and his wolf all but howled utter contentment. Everything with Hope felt too freaking amazing.

“That’s it, my boy,” Hope rumbled. “Suck me good.”

Steve whimpered around his cock, not even registering how insane it was to be called “my boy” by a guy he’d met half an hour ago. They didn’t know jack squat about each other besides that their cocks seemed to be in perfect agreement.

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