[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, elves, public exhibition, bondage, spanking, sex toys]
A group of twelve elves left the North Pole to be free of all things Christmas and has been living together for decades. All this time they have gone without finding their mates, but when the first of the twelve finds his, the rest have hope for themselves.
Cave left the North Pole and ended up in Illinois because of his intense hatred for the sound of Christmas bells. Before meeting Justice, he treated men as nothing more than toys that were fun to play with—if only briefly.
Justice Delano is a kindhearted man abused emotionally and mentally by his family and coworkers for being gay. He desperately wants to find approval and love from another man in the midst of his hardship.
When Cave and Justice discover that they are mates, can Cave accept that Justice truly loves him and not just the idea of being in love?
A Siren Erotic Romance
“The guys are here to put in the new pool you wanted,” Shadow said as I padded into the kitchen one morning. I grunted as a reply. They knew not to talk to me until after I’d had coffee.
“Is he normally like that or is this because of all the drama last night?” Bren, Horse’s mate, asked quietly. He was referring to the sick fuck we’d helped trap for the police since they didn’t have anyone to go undercover at the last minute.
“No, he’s always this pleasant in the morning.” Horse chuckled. I flipped him the bird. “Cave’s an acquired taste.”
“One you’ll never get to try.” I snickered and then poured myself some coffee. Ahh, nectar of the gods. I took a nice long drink, letting the heat from it slide down my throat, and already felt better.
“Horse is spoken for,” Bren growled and wrapped his arms around my friend. They were so cute together it almost made me want to vomit.
“He’s too short for my taste.” I gave them both air-kisses and topped off my coffee before heading out of the kitchen. I took the stairs down to the massive basement. We owned an old pre-Civil War mansion. The entire bottom floor was set up for servants’ quarters, storage, and whatnot. I’d wanted a pool forever but never asked until recently. I’d waited until everyone else found their space in the house because I wasn’t sure we’d still have room.
All eleven of my friends had immediately agreed. They each had a space of their own and I never claimed one. I read a lot, and I didn’t need a special room for that when we already had a library. But I loved to swim. Horse got lost in his studio, Flower in his workroom, but I kept going to the park district when I needed to think because that was the closest pool.
“Come on, QB, you can do better than that,” one guy in a hard hat sneered at a gorgeous man who had my cock perking right up. They were cutting away the part of the foundation in the middle of the largest room where the pool would go. “Can’t handle a jackhammer? Pussy.”
“You guys unplugged it on me again.” QB growled, and it sent shivers down my spine. Oh yeah, I wanted him under me making those kind of noises something fierce.
“Is there a problem, gentlemen?” I asked and then sipped my coffee as I leaned against the closest wall.
“No, not at all,” the first guy said as his head whipped around and he planted a fake smile on his face. He wiped off his hands on his jeans and came over towards me with his hand extended. “I’m the owner of Regis Construction, Marv Regis. Are you Bob? I spoke with your, um, friend, John, and he said this was your project.”
“My brother, John?” I snickered and shook his hand. “Yes, I’m Bob Smith. Thank you for fitting me into your schedule.”
“No problem,” he said with a shrug and dropped my hand. “We’re not all that busy in fall and winter given the weather in Chicago. We do mostly renovations this time of year.”
One of the other construction guys flipped QB’s hard hat off of his head as he walked by. Nice that they waited until I left to harass the hottie.
“QB? Did you play football in high school or something?” I asked as I eyed him over appreciatively. He had the build of a linebacker, not a quarterback. Maybe his construction work bulked him up. Yummy! Several of the guys burst into peals of laughter as QB’s face turned bright red.
“Dude, we call him QB short for…” some guy with a large gut started to say before another smacked him in the arm.
“Shut up, this guy looks like a fairy, too,” the second man hissed quietly enough that no human could hear him across such a large room. I wasn’t human though. I was an elf. An elf who hadn’t had enough coffee to deal with this shit.
“Fairy as in you think I have wings and fucking pixie dust,” I said with a growl as I stormed over to the guy. “Or as in I’m a fag?”
“How did you hear me?” His eyes were wide with shock.
“You weren’t that quiet, moron,” I sneered. I spun back to the owner. “What does QB mean?”
“Nothing, man,” he sputtered and cursed under his breath. “Forgive my idiot crew. They just like to tease Justice because he’s the new guy.”
“Uh-huh.” I wasn’t buying that for a moment. I glanced over my shoulder at Justice, who had his mouth hanging open. “What does QB stand for?”
He glanced at his boss, turning even redder. “Please, just let it go. I need this job.”
“Honey, you’ll keep this job, and we have several other renovation projects that this house needs,” I said as I went over to him, putting some extra sway in my hips. I heard a few snickers, and the owner groaned. “I won’t ask you again though. What does QB stand for?”
“Queer boy,” he whispered and looked down at the ground. “They call me queer boy all the time but QB when we’re on jobs.”
“Do they now?” I snarled and turned to the other men. I whipped out my cell phone and called Horse. A few of them stared at me with hate while the owner looked like he was going to shit kittens. “Hello, brother. It seems we have a problem with the construction workers. Is your husband still home or did he go into work?”
“Nope, he’s got the day off,” Horse said warily.
“Wonderful,” I replied with an evil smile. “Would you kindly have him come down here? I need his expertise.”
“On our way.”
What was wrong with me? I’d just met this man, and it wasn’t like we were at Leather No Lace! Why was he affecting me like this?
“I know you said I had the job, but I’d still like to show you my appreciation for sticking up for me.”
“I like to be the boss, Justice,” I said as I stepped away and set down my mug on one of the tables they’d set up. “I’d demand complete trust and obedience from you.”
“I trust you,” he replied immediately. I stopped shielding and saw in his head then. All elves could read other peoples’ thoughts, but it was considered rude to do it to others of our kind. I was used to not using the power when home. “You’ve already shown you have my best interest at heart.”
My knees almost buckled when I saw that he wanted to drop down to his knees and worship my body. Justice thought I was the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen and was obviously a nice guy. He was scared he was being way too forward and I’d run, but he wanted me so much that he’d do anything to belong to me.
That last part made me hesitate. I didn’t normally play with my conquests for very long. What if we didn’t work out and then he didn’t finish my pool? Looking him over, I realized something. I could always find a new contractor but someone as hot and willing as Justice was rare.
“What if I said I wanted you to get on your knees right now and suck me?” I asked, and just saying the words had my cock leaking. “Or are you just all talk?”
He shook his head and dropped down in front of me. I shivered as he slipped his fingers under my waistband and quickly pulled off my shirt. “And, for the record, this has nothing to do with the job and everything to do with you defending me.”
“You don’t have to do this as a thank-you,” I said gently, giving him one last out.
He shook his head and took me into his hand, licking his lips before looking up at me. Damn, he had pretty eyes. Dark brown and incredibly expressive with long eyelashes framing them. “I would have wanted to do this no matter what you did. It was all I could think about when you walked into the room.”
“Then do it,” I ordered, my voice going deeper with lust. “Suck my cock now.”
He shivered and swiped his tongue over the slit, moaning as he tasted my pre-cum. “Tell me if I screw this up.”
“You’ve never sucked dick before?”
“Never wanted to.” And then he took me in his mouth and all the blood I’d been using to think about what he’d said left my brain and headed south. Fuck! I’d never felt more perfect warm, wet heat than Justice’s mouth.
“Look at me,” I said firmly when he started to close his eyes. They snapped open, and he tilted his neck a little so I could see him fully. Staring at someone I wanted to be with just flat out did it for me. If I didn’t care about them at all and we were just using each other to get off then it was no big. But Justice was special. I knew it already. “Can you take more of me?”
He didn’t answer but sucked past the head of my cock and took me deeper. For his first time he was a natural. He twirled his tongue around me when he pulled back off, dipping it in the slit, which drove me wild.
“Fuck, honey. You’re doing great.” I cooed and ran my fingers through his thick black hair. He kept his shorter, and we’d need to talk about that if this went anywhere. I like enough hair to hold on to. Justice started bobbing his head faster with a little guidance from my hands. “Oh shit, that’s it. Reach up and squeeze my sac.”
He moaned and did what I asked. Hot damn! If he listened this well and was this good at giving head, I could only imagine what it would feel like to sink my cock in his virgin ass. The idea alone had me ready to blow.
“You’re going to swallow every drop, Justice, or I’ll have to punish you.” His eyes went wide and his eyes practically crossed as he sucked harder. I smiled widely. Someone had a kinky side to him! He’d fit right in this house. Wait until he saw our play room!