[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
Dean Brooks was born a Prince, but his father’s life of luxury was never one he wanted. Determined to make his own path, he accepts the role as prince regent to a small town in the middle of nowhere known as Dahlia City. But when war threatens, Dean will do anything to prevent his father from getting involved, including taking a shifter hostage in hopes of bargaining with the neighboring pack.
Fate has played a cruel joke on the black jaguar shifter, Malachi Xavier. Or at least that’s what he thinks when he realizes the human who has imprisoned him is his mate. To make matters worse, Dean has no knowledge of their bond or its significance.
But the more time they spend together, the more neither of them can deny their feelings. Malachi will have to decide if it’s worth giving up everything he’s ever known for the human that’s captured his heart.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dean stood in the doorway watching Malachi work on his men. The shifter was talented Dean had to give him that. He cocked his head to the side as his gaze trailed down Malachi’s backside. The jeans he wore clung to his tight ass, and Dean couldn’t help but notice how sexy the shifter was. He had to have been the most attractive man Dean had ever laid eyes on, and that was saying something. He’d met a lot of gorgeous men over the years, and his playboy attitude had gotten him into trouble with most of them.
Dean didn’t believe in love or romance. It was all made up mumbo jumbo that people convinced themselves existed so that they would have an excuse to bang the hottie in front of them. Dean didn’t need an excuse. He wasn’t afraid to find comfort in a few one-night stands. Sex was sex, and love? Well, love was a bitch he’d slammed the door on a long time ago.
“There, that should do it,” Malachi said as he cast a look back at him. Dean stood up straight and walked over to where Malachi was standing.
“Thanks,” he said as he gazed down at the shifter. The look in Malachi’s eyes said it all. He wanted Dean just as much as Dean wanted him.
“What do you think about going with me to my club?” Dean offered before he could stop himself. He didn’t know what had come over him. It wasn’t like him to make impulsive decisions like this, especially when it came to any kind of physical attraction.
Malachi looked a little taken aback at the proposition, but he didn’t let that stop him. He’d already put himself out there, he might as well as commit to it. Who knows? I might get lucky tonight. The thought of having Malachi underneath him sent a shiver down his spine. He’d bet money he was one wild cat in bed.
“Come on, it’ll be fun.” Dean voice was low and filled with lust. So what if he wanted a human that could turn into a black jaguar with one thought? That just made it kinkier.
Malachi pursed his lips as though he could see Dean’s intentions. “Fine, I’ll go tonight, but on one condition.”
Dean raised his eyebrows. Conditions? Since when were there conditions to going to a club? “Alright, I’ll bite.”
“You have to take me out to dinner first.”
Dean glanced around the room to make sure none of his men had heard Malachi’s suggestion. He leaned forward. “You mean like a date?” He spoke softly so that only Malachi could hear him.
A small smile spread across Malachi’s face, and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. The shifter gave a nonchalant shrug and played the part of indifference very well. “I know you want me, Dean Brooks, and if you want in my pants you’ll have to wine and dine me first, not just take me to a club where you can hump my ass all night and expect to get laid.”
Dean swallowed. He didn’t like where this conversation was headed. “I hate to break it to you, but I’m not the go-on-a-date type of guy.”
Malachi raised his eyebrows. “Is that so? Then I guess you don’t really have any interest in me.” Malachi turned and walked toward the exit.
“Shit,” Dean cursed under his breath. He hated going on dates, but this shifter had his dick in all kinds of knots, and if he wanted to get him out of his system, he’d have to play along. “Fine. I’ll see you tonight at dinner.”
“Your reluctance is so charming,” Malachi said with sarcasm thick in his voice. He turned to look at Dean.
“Look, I’m not good at this so either take or leave it. I don’t give a shit. This is me making an effort for god only knows what reason.” Dean sighed as he glared at Malachi’s amused look. The bastard was enjoying watching him squirm. Why couldn’t people just be simple and not feel the need to make things more than what they were? They both wanted to bone each other. Dean didn’t understand why they couldn’t just skip to that part.
“I’ll see you at dinner, then.” Malachi grinned before he left the room, leaving Dean alone feeling confused and horny, which was not a very pleasant state to be in.
He let out a deep sigh and stared down at his injured, unconscious friend, Cameron. “Man, I wish you were awake right now. I could use some serious advice. I think I’ve finally met my match.”
“You are a mystery to me, Dean Brooks.”
A sideways grin spread across his face. “And why is that?”
Malachi shook his head. “Who would’ve thought you could do something so romantic despite your playboy reputation.”
Dean raised his eyebrows. “Playboy reputation? Who told you I was a playboy?”
“Oh you know, just people.” A small smile forced its way to the surface. Malachi couldn’t resist teasing him.
“Uh-huh. Well, I have been known to do a little romancing every once in a while. It is rare, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be a gentleman when the situation warrants it. Just because I don’t believe in love doesn’t mean I don’t know how to treat someone. So this is me treating you to the night you requested.” Dean ran a hand through his hair, and Malachi could tell he was making him uncomfortable once again.
Malachi cocked his head to the side and took a step toward the bed. “How sad that you don’t believe in love. So you don’t ever want to find someone you can spend the rest of your life with?” Malachi glanced over his shoulder to look at the human as he stripped off his shirt and undid the button on his pants.
Dean pursed his lips and his nostrils flared as he let out a sigh. “Well of course I want to find someone to spend the rest of my life with. Who doesn’t? I just don’t believe such a person exists out there for me.”
Dean took a step forward and rested his hands on Malachi’s hips. He pulled his body closer until Malachi’s back was pressed against his chest. Dean bent down and whispered into his ear. “Most people don’t mean it when they say they love someone because they don’t even know what love is. Love isn’t just a showy display of affection.”
Dean placed a kiss upon Malachi’s neck as though to emphasize his words. A shiver ran down his spine. “It’s so much more than that.” Another kiss, this time at his collarbone.
“Love is being there for someone when they need you most and never turning your back on that person.” Dean’s hands wrapped around his waist. His fingertips brushed the lower part of his abdomen, lingering dangerously close to the hard cock still restrained by the tightness of his jeans. “It’s putting someone before yourself and still not losing yourself. Love is something you do, not just something you feel.”
Dean’s hand slipped past the confines of his clothing and wrapped around his dick. Malachi gasped at the sensation. Fuck. He leaned into Dean as he fondled his erect member inside his pants, stroking his cock in a teasing manner. Malachi reached behind him and wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck, pulling his mate closer.
His animal nuzzled against Dean’s flesh, eager for more as Dean stared down at him with lust-filled green eyes. “You want me, Kiisu?”
Malachi nodded. “You know I do.”
“Then get on your knees.”
* * * *
Dean anchored his hands in Malachi’s hair as the shifter sucked on his cock. He had one hell of mouth. He groaned as Malachi bobbed his head up and down, taking Dean’s hard length as far back into his throat as he could. It wasn’t enough for Dean, though. Dean had to have him. All of him.
Malachi wasn’t like his other lovers. Dean had never felt this kind of insane passion for anyone else. His touch was like a drug, and Dean was a junkie in need of another hit. He pulled his cock from the shifter’s mouth and lifted Malachi up off his knees. Malachi stared at him with confusion swirling in his pretty blue eyes. Dean brushed his fingertips against Malachi’s cheek.
“My Kiisu,” Dean whispered before he leaned down and claimed his mouth. Kissing him breathless, he laid Malachi down on the bed. He positioned himself in between the shifter’s legs. His cock ached to be inside him, but the blue jeans Malachi still had on separated them. He’d be sure to remedy that real soon.
Dean moved down Malachi’s body until he found the erect nipple he sought. He bit down on the protuberance, and Malachi gasped at the sensation. His tongue swirled across the flesh, sending another wave of pleasure throughout his lover’s body.
His hands pulled at Malachi’s pants, sliding them off his body until he lay beneath him completely nude. Dean sat up to admire his Kiisu as Malachi stared up at him with innocence reflected in his eyes. Dean’s gaze raked his body, noting every inch of perfection. Malachi’s iridescent skin seemed to shimmer in the light of the moon. His hard cock already streamed with pre-cum, and Dean knew he was ready for him.
He reached for the lubrication he had stashed on the small tray sitting beside the bed. He smeared a good bit of the cold, slick wetness around Malachi’s small crevasse. When he slipped a finger inside his tight hole, he could feel the shifter’s body shiver from the sensation. Malachi arched his back as his eyes lit up with desire.
“I need you now,” Malachi breathed. He reached for Dean.