[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Alternative Contemporary Paranormal Romance, MM, shape-shifter, werewolves, HEA]
Bodolf is brazen, bold, and he doesn't trust the humans to do a damned thing for anyone connected to the shifter world. So when he discovers a group of wolves kidnapping and selling wolf souls to the highest bidder, he sets himself up as a buyer.
Plans go awry when a foul-mouthed human is brought out of one of the tents, and the spicy sweet scent of a wolf soul is strong on this one. Strong enough to be Bodolf’s mate.
Dex will get away from these bastards before they can sell him, but one wolf catches his eye, and when all hell breaks loose and Dex is kidnapped again, he has to say, he doesn't mind so much, especially when Bodolf touches him in all the right places.
But the traffickers are still out there. They want their property back, and Bodolf must be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice to save the life of his soul.
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
Nathan walked Bodolf down the lineup of prisoners. Some of them cried, and some of the males stood with their backs straight, as though daring Bodolf or Nathan, or any of the other wolves here, to do anything to them.
Or anything else.
Others in the lineup had eyes so dead it was as though they'd already been broken.
And despite how good they smelled, as much as his inner wolf whined to be closer to them, Bodolf couldn't imagine himself ever having the urge to want to fuck any of these poor bastards.
This whole thing was sick.
Meanwhile, for every person he passed by, one of the shifters lifted one of those better-looking Facebook photos to show what the prisoner actually looked like when cleaned up and not quite so dead to the world and miserable.
"What do you think?" Nathan asked.
God, the man was like an eager car salesman. Did he not know how annoying he was?
“They smell great, but I'm still not so sure about how they look. Are you sure this was absolutely necessary?"
Nathan's eyes flashed. Not in the same way a shifter's eyes would, but there was something dangerous flickering in his brain.
He didn't like being questioned, did he? Stupid asshole.
"Let me assure you these souls are the finest we have ever—"
"Let me go, you dumb cocksuckers!"
Bodolf turned to look toward where the cursing was coming from, and a string of harder curses, profanity so terrible he wouldn't dare utter any of it at a truck stop, came from someone being carried out of the tent by two shifter males.
One held his legs, the other his arms as the creature struggled between them before they finally dropped him on the dirt ground.
The man oofed, but even with his hands chained together, his face and clothes dirtied, he still pushed himself to his feet. "Your mothers are a sack of cunt stains, you stupid parasitic rats! I hope you all get testicle and ass cancer, you vaginal waste infections!"
Bodolf's brows shot up high. On the one hand, he was horrified, and on the other, he'd never heard anyone talk quite like that before and he wanted to laugh.
He might have laughed if one of the men the orange-haired prisoner insulted hadn’t stepped forward and knocked his fist into the side of the man’s head.
The man went down. Bodolf growled, but for some reason, the redhead didn't stay down.
Weren't gingers supposed to be extra feisty and all that? He supposed this proved it because the man got back to his feet.
"That was nothing! Was that the best you got, you fucking pussy?"
The second shifter knocked his fist into the man's stomach, and Bodolf could handle no more.
They did stop, and they looked at him and then at Nathan, as though they were unsure of what they were supposed to do while the redhead continued to glare at them.
Nathan smiled, seeming to allow it.
"This one is new. He came in two days ago and is still learning his place. We've had to keep him sedated since he's been trying to infect the others with very bad ideas. Isn't that right, Dexter?"
Nathan took a fistful of Dexter's hair into his fist, lifting his face up and forcing him to look into his eyes.
This turned out to be a mistake, as Dexter spit in his face, and Nathan turned into a wild animal on him, raining fists down onto him.
Dexter did his best to keep the man's fists away from him, covering his head with his arms, but it did little to protect his ribs when he was kicked or his ears from being boxed.
And all the while, Bodolf came to a slow, horrified realization as he watched the violent display.
His wolf continued to growl, continued to fight to come out despite putting into practice every little trick Bodolf knew.
The smell he thought was so sweet and wonderful wasn't simply coming from the number of wolf souls standing behind him, and he stepped forward, grabbing Nathan by his wrist before he could land one more hit on his mate.
"I'll buy this one. I want him."
His mate was so damned sweet. He kissed and licked at Bodolf's chest like a kitten who had found something delicious to suck on.
So good. So cool against the heat of his skin, and the touch of Dex's eager mouth on his skin was enough to make Bodolf growl with appreciation.
The pain in his chest and body, the attacks on those other wolves, stopping the SUV, had all taken its toll on his body. He’d been lucky to get out of there alive. He was lucky to have taken Dex with him, and if he was going to keep his energy up, if he was going to protect his mate, then there was nothing to be done except take what was rightfully his.
It was madness to not take him and madness to do so. They were being hunted by wolves who wanted to hurt them, who wanted to kill them even, but Bodolf needed this, and Dexter's mouth was like that of an angel's on his skin.
He needed more. He needed to fuck this man. He needed to have his cock inside him, to have Dexter screaming his name again and again.
But Dexter shouldn't be loud. Fuck. How was Bodolf supposed to deal with that?
He was going to have to find a way because there was no way this wasn't happening.
Thankfully he had something on him for this occasion.
Nathan, the dumbass, had given Bodolf what he'd called a sample pack. It was simply a small travel-sized bottle of lubricant and a condom.
In case Bodolf had wanted to sample the merchandise, but only for a fee, of course.
At the time, Bodolf had been disgusted, but he'd smiled and pretended as though it had been pleasing to him to receive supplies he could use to rape a wolf soul.
Now he was grateful to have these things in his pocket so he could at least ease the way for his mate.
Even a wolf soul in heat needed to be properly taken care of before he, or she, could be fucked.
Bodolf growled low in his throat as Dexter sank down to his knees. He was really settling into the instinct to mate. That was for damned sure. Bodolf loved it. He undid his pants, the rush of cool energy inside of his body, just beneath his skin, combating against the heat of his injuries and all that running he'd been doing.
And it was so damned good. Too good. Especially when the other man put his mouth around Bodolf's cockhead.
Bodolf growled. It wasn't just him. The wolf inside of his head growled. It sat up straight and positively howled with the pleasure of it.
Bodolf almost howled, too.
But for the sake of his mate, he was going to do his best to keep this conversation in English so his mate would know what Bodolf wanted from him.
As it was, he was doing a damned fine job of keeping his focus right where it needed to be.
Those sweet lips pulled back and forth, bobbing up and down, back to back, his cheeks hollowing as he pulled back before he softened them on the forward surge.
So good. So damned good.
"That's it. God, baby. You feel so good," Bodolf moaned. He held the back of Dexter's head, holding him in place while Bodolf gently thrust back and forward, watching the length of his cock vanish into the man's mouth again and again.
The little aches and pains were starting to melt away. Bodolf could feel it. His larger injuries would take a while longer before they would fade into the distance, but he could handle it so long as his mate never stopped doing this wonderful thing with his mouth.
With his tongue.
God, Dexter pulled back, looked right up at him, and flicked his tongue against the slit of Bodolf's cockhead.
Bodolf groaned. He swore he was going to expire from the pleasure of it. He was never going to be the same after this, and he absolutely did not care.
Let this man do whatever he wanted to Bodolf's body so long as he got more of that wonderful sensation. His inner wolf did a sit-pretty trick, begging for more.
The rumors were true.
A wolf soul really did keep their mates wrapped around their little fingers because, with one blow job, Bodolf was already whipped and desperate for more.