Loving a Loud Mate (MM)

Rough River Coyotes 10

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 40,687
9 Ratings (3.9)

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, sex in shifted form, HEA]

He’d been kept quiet his whole life… When chemist and cowboy Paul Ditterson sees the other men on the ranch resisting their intended mates, he vows when his turn comes he won’t waste any time claiming him. All that changes the moment he looks into his mate’s terrified eyes. With huge gaps in his memory, Jacob Brown is torn between trusting Paul and fearing him. As Jacob vacillates between being painfully shy and shockingly bold, more of his past is revealed. But the more he remembers, the more he wishes he didn’t. If there’s one thing the men of the Rough River Ranch have learned, it’s that every pair’s mating is unique. As chemical reactions pull them together, the truth about Jacob’s past might push them apart. Will Paul and Jacob overcome their trials or will the two men be forced to find other mates?

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Anitra Lynn McLeod is a Siren-exclusive author.

Loving a Loud Mate (MM)
9 Ratings (3.9)

Loving a Loud Mate (MM)

Rough River Coyotes 10

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 40,687
9 Ratings (3.9)
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STORY EXCERPT

 

Jacob Brown woke up in the middle of a field. He was naked and covered in dirt and pieces of hay. All around him were brown and black cows. They were looking at him with their big, brown eyes and extremely bored expressions on their rather sweet faces. Probably what made them seem so uninterested was the way they were chewing. Rather than the up and down motion of a human, they chewed side to side. They looked like they were chewing gum. If he watched long enough, one of them might blow a bubble.

When Jacob stood, they backed away, but not in a startled manner. They just turned and moved aside as if they were cautiously wary of him. Once he was up, he realized just how many of them there were. If they got it into their heads to stampede, he’d be stomped into the ground in nothing flat, with flat being the operative word. Even the littlest cow outweighed him by at least a few dozen pounds.

“Nice bossy, bossy.” For the life of him, Jacob couldn't remember why cows were called bossy. Something to do with bovine, maybe? Not that it mattered. He had much bigger issues. First and foremost, he needed to figure out where he was. Then he needed to find some clothes. And maybe, if he was really lucky, he’d figure out how he got his fabulous tan. Just about the only thing that seemed familiar to him was his dick. But there was still something not quite right about it.

Reaching down, he poked at his prick, shocked that he didn’t quite recognize it. How could a man forget what his dick looked like? He’d had it all his life. Considering how often he’d touched it since puberty, it should be the one thing he knew intimately. As he stood in the glaring sunlight, examining himself, trying to figure out what was different, he felt the sun beating down on his back. It took him a good five minutes to realize all his pubic hair was gone. As his stunned gaze continued on down his form, he noticed that all his body hair had disappeared. When he lifted his arm, even his armpit hair was no more.

Jacob tried to recall what he’d been doing last night and came up empty. He knew his name, that he was twenty-one, he was a little on the short side at five five, but he was pretty muscular and tipped the scales at one fifty. From what he remembered the last time he’d looked in the mirror, he had dirty blond hair cut longer on top and trimmed close on the sides.

“Oh, no.” Slowly, tentatively, he reached up and touched the top of his head. When he discovered he still had hair there, he uttered a relieved sigh. He didn’t think he’d look good without his hair brushed down over his forehead. There was still no explanation for what happened to the rest of his hair, but at least he wasn’t bald. Stroking down his face, he was glad to realize he still had his eyebrows and lashes. No peach fuzz above his lip or on his cheeks. That wasn’t so bad. He had no desire to grow a beard. But the no pubes thing just looked weird. Although, to be fair, it did make his dick look bigger. Not that he’d ever had anyone complain about that. Or at least he didn’t think so. His past was like a lake with churned up silt suspended throughout the water. He felt he would eventually be able to see to the bottom, but he had to give the silt a chance to settle.

Several of the cows mooed, and then they started to move as a group in the opposite direction from where he was standing. When he turned around, he realized why. Someone was coming. Lifting his hand to shade his eyes, Jacob realized that what he was seeing wasn’t a terrifyingly mutated tall man but a guy on horseback. He supposed that made sense that if there were cows, there would be—

“Cowboys.”

Jacob grinned. He loved cowboys.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Paul seemed to take a moment to think about the men who were surely gathered below. “Ah, yes. You and your lusty loudness.” Paul pulled Jacob’s leg over his then urged him to stroke his own cock.

“See? You should let me go back to what I was doing.”

“No. I think I know the trick on how to make you quiet.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“I’m going to talk dirty to you.”

Jacob let out a whimper. “How the hell is that going to help?”

“In order to hear me, you’ll have to be quiet.”

“I don’t see—”

“Because I’m going to talk dirty to you and do it in a whisper.” Halfway through the sentence Paul dropped his voice several decibels until he was talking so quietly Jacob had to strain to hear him. “Now, I want you to fist your prick for me.”

Jacob moaned as he wrapped his hand around his own cock. He was so close to the edge he immediately started to vocalize his bliss. When Paul started whispering, his brain automatically cut off his voice.

“You have no idea how sexy that looks.” Paul placed his mouth right against Jacob’s ear. He gently caressed Jacob’s buttocks, pushing his legs farther apart and angling his hips back so he had complete access. “Slowly, Jacob. I don’t want you to go off too fast. There wouldn’t be any fun in that for me.”

As he spoke, Paul was teasing his fingers over Jacob’s ass. When he stroked slowly and with clear intent up and down the split of Jacob’s buttocks, he whimpered in earnest. As Paul’s probing digit found his hole and teased around and around, Jacob thought he was going to go insane. Just as the urge to cry out his bliss consumed him, Paul once again started whispering in his ear.

“You are so fucking tight.” Paul flicked his hips, drilling his prick against Jacob’s leg. “I think it’s going to take days of this to open you up for me.”

“Days?” Jacob practically cried. He didn’t think he could wait a few more minutes let alone days.

“Do you feel that?” Paul asked as he slowly plunged his middle finger into him. “You’re practically crushing my fuck finger. God knows what you’d do to my dick.”

It was crude and nasty and so raunchy Jacob arched up to get more.

“See how quiet you are now? All it took was some nasty talk. That’s what you like, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Oh, God, Paul. Go faster. Harder.”

“Faster?” Paul chuckled as he deliberately slowed his plunging finger. “I don’t think you can handle that. I think slow and easy is the way to drive you out of your mind.”

“Please. Please go faster.” Jacob’s fist tightened around his own cock. He was simmering and so close to release he could almost taste the relief it would bring.

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m going to make you so desperate for climax you’ll do just about anything.”

“I’m willing to do that now. Seriously, if you want me to stand on my head and suck your dick I will do my best.”

“Good to know.” Paul’s laugh was low and shockingly sexy. “But I want you a little crazier.” In and out, Paul slid his finger, keeping a steady and maddeningly slow beat. “And I want to see how long you can stay quiet.”

Jacob practically held his breath he was so desperate for Paul to go faster. He felt the urge to utter a cry, but he knew if he did, Paul would go slower. It was, without a doubt, the most exquisite form of sensual torture. Paul wasn’t forcing him to hold back to be cruel, but to heighten his awareness and make the inevitable release he would give him even sweeter.

Jacob tried to reach between their bodies to touch Paul, but he nixed that idea.

“No, no. This is all about you. We’ll get to me later.”

“You’re so generous.”

“A fact you should take advantage of right now.”

A sudden pang of guilt about not telling Paul everything almost made Jacob put a halt to their encounter. He was taking advantage of Paul in a left-handed way. But just as he opened his mouth to tell him the truth about where he’d come from, Paul slid two fingers into him.

Jacob uttered a cry of bliss that Paul managed to cut off with a passionate kiss. By blocking his mouth, Paul kept Jacob restrained, which gave Paul a chance to up his torment. Something he took full and complete advantage of. Paul increased the pace of his two thrusting fingers until Jacob was about to climax.

“Not yet.” Paul went back to a frustratingly slow pace.

Jacob erupted into a chorus of begging that he’d probably never be able to match again even if his life depended on it. But Paul wouldn’t relent, in and out and oh so slow. He was going to go right out of his mind since he couldn’t come and couldn’t make noise. It was the most delicious madness.

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