[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, sex toys, light bondage, spanking]
The Gathering is called. The spell is cast. There is no escaping the Midnight Matings.
Colton isn’t happy with the elders’ trickery, but he’s not opposed to choosing a mate. Sly may not be exactly what he had in mind, but if he can get past his instinct to eat the little ferret, they might just be able to make it work. Sly has wanted a mate for as long as he can remember. When he crawls up Colton’s leg while trying to escape his ex-lover, he quickly realizes that the big hippogriff shifter is just what he’s been looking for. Sly possesses something very special, though—something anyone would kill to have. Unfortunately, it’s also his only hope of achieving immortality if he wishes to stay with Colton forever. But how long can he keep his treasure hidden from those who seek to take it as their own?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 NYMPHS: "Myth and Mischief is the sixth and last release in the Midnight Matings series. While the beginning still starts off with the forced mating announcement by the elders, this time there’s a twist that changes the usual routine of the opening scene. While running for his life, Sly isn’t in the ballroom during the toast so he didn’t drink the bespelled champagne, so it’s a nice variation to the otherwise same opening. The other opening aspect of the story I enjoyed was the unusual pairing of ferret-shifter Sly with the large, hippogriff Colton, making it different from other stories of the same genre. Overall the story is a quick and entertaining read, with two sweet characters I liked from the start. Sly is a cute and adorable bundle of energy, while Colton is calm, thoughtful and protective. There are sections that are funny, some which are intense and sizzling hot and still others that turn serious or dangerous. Through it all, the love between these two mismatched mates grows stronger as they strive to bring some treacherous villains to justice without getting killed." -- Dragon Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
Pushing away from the wall, Colton stood tall, rolling his head on his shoulders and preparing to defend himself if necessary. His eyes surveyed the floor between him and the advancing men, looking for whatever held their attention so firmly that they had yet to see him.
There was nothing. He couldn’t see anything. Glancing back up at the men, he watched them stumble to a stop, their eyes starting at Colton’s boots and slowly working up to his face at the same time he felt a tug on his jeans and something crawling up his back.
“He’s ours!” one of the shifters snarled at him, his eyes locked just over Colton’s shoulder.
Turning his head slightly, Colton stared in shock at the slim, cream-colored ferret perched on his shoulder, chattering madly at his two unwelcomed suitors. This had to be the strangest moment of his very long life, and it surprised a quiet chuckle from him.
Turning back to Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber, Colton continued to chuckle as he shook his head. “I’d say that means he’s not interested in your proposal.”
“Huh?” The blond guy cocked his head to the side, and his eyebrows drew together in confusion. Damn, how thick could he be?
“He said no,” Colton drawled. “So fuck off.” The tiny ferret chattered a little more before running around his neck to curl on the other shoulder and nuzzle against his throat. It was actually kind of cute if you were into the whole fluffy, cuddly weasel thing.
“Sly, don’t make me come over there,” the other man said icily. “You’re making this harder than it has to be. You really don’t want to piss me off, do you?” His eyes held steel and a hint of threat that set Colton’s nerves on edge.
“Yeah, Sly,” the blond mumbled, but he didn’t look nearly as intimidating. “You know what happens when Grant is angry.”
The ferret on his shoulder trembled, pressing closer to Colton’s neck, but continued to hiss angrily. Damn, the little guy was feisty. Turning back to address the idiots in front of him, Colton held his arms out wide, flexing the muscles in his chest and curling his fingers to beckon them forward. “Try to claim him. I dare you.”
Though he had no designs on taking the sleek little shifter as his own, he couldn’t just stand by and let a couple of Neanderthals claim the man against his will. He understood the adage about life not being fair, but this seemed a little different.
“He is no concern of yours,” the one that seemed to be the leader spat. “I don’t want any trouble. Just hand him over.”
“Yeah, not going to happen. Why don’t you just claim blondie here and be done with it.”
“He’s my brother, you idiot.”
Colton shook his head and sighed. He really didn’t want to deal with this shit. The three obviously had some kind of past, and it definitely wasn’t his problem. Yeah, it sucked for the guy, but the ferret wasn’t his responsibility. Still, it felt wrong to hand him over without any thought for his safety or well-being.
He could feel the headache forming behind his eyes, and his temples ached the longer the jackass droned on. “Whatever.” Colton cut off the shifter’s rambling then gestured toward the throng of people behind them. “Find someone else. He stays with me.”
The ferret’s furry head rubbed under his chin for a moment before he settled back on Colton’s shoulder and let out several small noises that sounded suspiciously like barking. Not that Colton really knew anything about ferrets other than the fact that they tasted delicious with ketchup. As a rare hippogriff shifter, ferrets were a delicacy for him, and even now, his mouth watered at the sweet scents drifting from the animal.
Shaking his head to clear it, he returned his attention to the bigger shifters who were pressing them into the corner and glared. “We’re done here.” Colton clenched his fist as he felt the shift roll through him. Concentrating the power, he uncurled his fingers, smirking as the assholes’ eyes widened when his hand changed into the large, clawed foot of a giant eagle. “Questions?”
Both men shook their heads and backed away slowly. “This isn’t over, Sly,” the man named Grant said coldly. “You can’t run forever.” Then they each turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Taking a deep breath, Colton let it out slowly, his hand transforming back to normal. He reached up and scratched the ferret under his chin. “What mischief have you been up to, little one? Would you like to shift back now?”
The ferret made a couple of little happy clicking sounds in his throat, then the next thing Colton knew, a slender man with shaggy blond hair clung to his back, humming as he rubbed his face over Colton’s neck. “Thank you.”
“Oh, I’m ready.” Sly grinned wickedly as he pounced on Colton, tackling him to the floor and claiming his mouth in a hungry kiss. He’d been wanting a taste of those luscious lips since he’d laid eyes on the big shifter.
Taking advantage of Colton’s surprise, Sly thrust his tongue through the man’s parted lips and swept it over the inside of his mouth as he moaned loudly. Mmm, even better than he imagined. He could definitely get used to this.
“Need you now,” he growled as he jerked away from Colton’s mouth. Then he dropped his forehead to his lover’s and groaned. “No lube.”
“In my pants’ pocket.”
“You just carry lube around with you?” Sly sat up and grinned. “You slut.”
Colton rolled his eyes and pushed Sly off of him. “My roommate thinks I need to be more socially active.”
“In other words, he wants you to get laid.”
Chuckling as he pulled a little travel-sized bottle of lube from the pocket of his discarded jeans, Colton turned and tossed it into Sly’s fumbling hands. “That sounds closer to the truth. So, how do you want to do this?”
“Wow, you really have a way with words, huh?”
Colton winced, looking properly chastised. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Yeah, Sly knew that, but he couldn’t help ribbing the man a little. “Fine. You’re forgiven. Now, get your sexy ass over here and kiss me again.”
He yelped when Colton immediately launched himself across the room, landing on top of him and pinning him to the floor. “My pleasure.”
The kiss seemed to go on forever, their tongues sliding and dueling as Sly roamed his hands over Colton’s strong body, mapping the dips and valleys, learning every inch of his new lover. When the need became too much, he pushed at Colton’s chest, urging him to his back. “I can’t wait any longer.” He panted.
“Thank fuck!” Colton snatched the lube where it had been forgotten on the carpet and thrust it into Sly’s trembling hands. “Hurry.”
Nodding once, Sly popped the cap open, poured a generous amount of the slick oil into his palm, and quickly coated his aching cock. Using one slick finger, he separated Colton’s rounded cheeks, zeroing in on the tight opening and caressed the muscles the way he liked for his lovers to do to him.
“Don’t need all that,” Colton hissed as his back bowed, and his hips arched up off the carpet. “I like the burn. Just hurry the fuck up.”
“You are awfully demanding,” Sly admonished but did as Colton asked. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he pushed past the first ring of muscle with two fingers.
Colton groaned and rocked his hips against Sly’s hand, fucking himself on the invading digits. “More.”
“Hush, I need to stretch you first.” Sly worked his fingers in and out, twisting his wrist to loosen the snug opening. Colton was damn tight, and Sly would never forgive himself if he started off their new mating by hurting the man.
When the muscles finally began to relax, he slipped a third finger alongside the others and pumped quickly as he bent over his lover and licked wet kisses over his taut abs.
“Fuck! Enough!” Colton shouted. “Fuck me.”
Sly wasn’t sure if he’d stretched Colton enough, but his dick screamed at him to shut the fuck up and just do as he was told. Easing his fingers out of the man’s clenching channel, Sly patted him on the hip. “Roll over.”
Colton complied immediately, rolling to his hands and knees and pushing his ass in the air, wiggling it invitingly. Rising up on his knees, Sly didn’t waste time with words as he gripped the base of his cock and lined up the weeping tip with Colton’s fluttering hole.
They both moaned loudly when Sly pushed forward, sheathing himself all the way to the root inside the velvety heat in one clean thrust. Instinct took over, the need too much to fight, and he began snapping his hips, driving wildly into Colton’s ass. His eyes crossed, his brain went fuzzy, and his entire world centered around the place where their bodies met.
All too soon, his balls began to tingle, his spine stiffened, and lightning bolts of pleasure ricocheted around his insides. Kicking Colton’s legs wider, he bent over him, changing the angle and nailing his lover’s sweet spot on the next hard thrust.
Colton groaned, his inner walls clamping down around Sly’s cock like a vise as he pushed back against him.
Sly brushed Colton’s hair to the side and swirled his tongue around the salty skin on the back of his neck. “Mine!” he growled.
Reaching under his lover, he wrapped his hand around Colton’s pulsing cock and jerked him fast as he sank his canines roughly into the nape of his neck. He groaned, shaking his head just a bit as the coppery taste of his mate’s blood washed over his tongue. His hips drove forward punishingly, and some voice in the back of his head warned he was being too rough with his lover, but Colton seemed to love it.