[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]
Scott Rivers has lived with the werewolves of the forest for a couple of years, happy with his mate, even though Tybalt tends to be the grumpy type. After a kidnapping that nearly kills him, all of those happy memories are gone. The only memory Scott has of his mate is the first time they met... when Tybalt kidnapped him.
This puts them back to square one. Scott is scared of his mate, and angry that he desires the man so desperately because of their mating, and Tybalt is torn and in anguish. His mate fears him, and won't touch him until the desire becomes nearly unbearable.
Tybalt used to live as a wild wolf before he met Scott. Scott tamed him, turning him into the man he is today. Now he has a chance to redo everything. Tybalt will do everything in his power to ensure that Scott falls in love with him again, the right way this time.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
Scott Rivers still couldn’t believe it. That he lived here. Here, in a wolf pack, among werewolves, the creatures he’d been taught to fear—and did fear—as though he were one of them.
He was even allowed to walk around on his own, unsupervised really, but Jules was always there with him.
There were shifters running around, both in their wolf forms and in their human shapes. Some wore clothing. Others did not.
Despite the fact that it was winter, one of the coldest months of the year, no one, not even the naked people, seemed overly bothered by the cold.
Scott was bothered by it. He shivered, even under all the layers and furs he had on him.
According to Jules, about two months ago, he’d been tied up naked to a tree, left to freeze until his rescue had come.
That was probably why he couldn’t seem to get warm lately. Something in his mind was reminding him of that, even though he had absolutely no recollection of that happening.
Scott couldn’t remember anything. Nothing. Well, not nothing, but he couldn’t remember coming to live here. He remembered that he used to live in his village, and he partly remembered that angry looking werewolf who had been by his bedside when he woke up.
That man scared him. Scared him and made his blood run hot in ways that Scott couldn’t even think about. Scott didn’t want to be alone with him. Because he was scared, and because the more time went on, the more Scott worried that he would do something. Scott was starting to fear that he couldn’t hold himself back because all Scott wanted to do lately was touch the man. Touch him, touch him.
And that scared him, too.
Despite this, according to Tybalt, Remy, everyone who lived in this pack, and Jules—one of three humans who lived here—Scott and Tybalt were mated. For life.
And supposedly, Scott was super madly in love with the shifter.
He just couldn’t see it. That made no sense. Why would he ever let himself fall for a man who scared the hell out of him?
“Want to go back and get something hot to drink? You’re shivering.” Jules said.
Scott looked around at the cabins and at the wolves. He didn’t know why he continued on with these walks. Everything looked the same to him now. He’d seen these same houses enough that they were all familiar, and there was nothing to hide.
If there weren’t wolves openly walking around, he’d almost think this was normal.
It wasn’t. He was only on his feet because he was told the exercise would help. Maybe even jar his memory a bit.
It never did.
“Yeah, let’s go,” Scott said. The cold really was starting to get to him.
But he didn’t like going back to that cabin either, the one where Tybalt and he supposedly lived together in the werewolf version of wedded bliss.
As if something like that could ever be possible.
Jules and Scott returned to the cabin. It was a log cabin, pretty much the same as the others, but nicer somehow, newer. About as new as the cabin where the head alpha lived. There was even a bathroom. It was really an outhouse, and it required leaving the cabin to use it, but it had electricity, running water and heating inside of it.
Jules had told him that Tybalt had built it for Scott to use, and Jules had also been using it up until Remy had something similar built for him.
Scott used the key and opened the door, letting himself and Jules inside before he shut and locked it, keeping out the cold, and anyone else who might want to come in.
Which was pointless because the moment he turned around, he gasped and jumped a little.
Fuck! Tybalt was standing right there! He was in the middle of the cabin!
The cabin was only one room. Just four walls with a bed, a bear-skin rug, a fireplace, and a few other bits of furniture, so it wasn’t as though there was anywhere the large shifter could hide.
And Tybalt was large all right. He was tall, almost a full head taller than Scott was. His shoulders were broad and his chest wide with muscle. He wasn't so huge that the light, natural spikes of his blond hair would touch the ceiling, but he was still an enormous presence. Tybalt wore pants and a thin black shirt, which didn’t do much to hide the muscles of his thighs or the way his arms stretched out the fabric of his sleeves.
It was honestly the sort of outfit that Scott might wear in the summer. Wolves had amazing body heat, so Tybalt didn’t seem to mind.
Jules smiled, but then that smile slipped from his face as he turned to look at Scott.
“Tybalt, I didn’t know you’d be here.”
Tybalt nodded. “I came to check on Scott’s progress.”
Tybalt had a look around the cabin, as though expecting to see old bandages thrown onto the reading chairs by the fire or something. “Everything is in good order. I’m glad the omegas are keeping things clean for you.”
Scott bit his lips together and nodded. It was weird. It was so weird knowing that there were omega werewolves coming and going from this cabin that was supposedly his and cleaning up after him. A human. That just seemed so wrong on so many levels.
Another thing that seemed wrong was the fact that this was Tybalt’s house. It was, despite how Scott had been spending all of his time here, living here, Tybalt’s house, and the man came to visit Scott only from time to time, never staying long, as though fearful of rejection.
Scott never knew what to do about this guilty feeling rushing through him or the fact that, whenever he was in front of Tybalt, his body warmed up from the inside out.
“Oh fuck, right there!” Scott cried out, chest heaving as he panted.
“I know,” Tybalt said and then proceeded to stroke his finger over the man’s prostate one more time. And then another. He never lingered in one place for too long. He didn’t want to make Scott come before he was ready, even though he was fairly sure that he could make Scott come two or three times tonight, especially if the man hadn’t been playing with himself even once since he’d woken up from his coma.
Tybalt watched closely, keeping his eyes on Scott’s face and then his cock, searching for signs that he was getting too close, that he was about to come before Tybalt wanted him to. He wasn’t about to let that happen, so he grabbed hold of Scott’s dick by the base. He squeezed just enough to keep any coming orgasm at bay.
Scott cried out, a mix of pleasure and discomfort. “What are you doing?” he asked, still panting for breath.
Now Tybalt really let his fingers play, and he added in a second oiled finger, stretching him wider. “I’m going to make you want to come,” he said. “I’m going to stroke my fingers over your prostate until you feel yourself exploding from the inside, only I won’t let you come. I won’t let an orgasm reach you until you beg me to put my cock inside of you.”
The wolf within was speaking now, and Tybalt couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to stop it because all of this sounded pretty damned good as far as he was concerned.
Scott’s eyes widened. “What? But I...oh fuck!” he said, moaning again when Tybalt let the blunt tips of his finger touch that spot one more time.
He hooked his fingers for a more comfortable approach, and then he was free to touch and slide his fingertips back and forth all he wanted.
“I’m going to make you feel what it’s like to come again and again, but you won’t come. You won’t be able to. Not until I say so. Do you understand?”
“I want to come now!” Scott yelled, staring up at Tybalt with a desperate expression, one that Tybalt adored so very much whenever he had the chance to see it. “I need it!”
“Not yet you don’t,” Tybalt said. “Now, tell me that I’m your mate.”
“You’re my mate!” Scott cried out.
That was certainly something. Tybalt hadn’t thought for a single second that it would be as easy as that. He’d expected some resistance from the man. Maybe Scott was a little more eager than Tybalt had given him credit for.
He could probably even get Scott to admit that he was in love with Tybalt if he really wanted to, but then he thought better of it.
No. That would probably kill the mood at this point, and then Scott would just want him to get out.
“Tell me you want my cock in your ass. That you want me to fuck you until you scream for me and come, your own pearly fluids all over your chest and the scent of our fucking filling the air. Say it,” Tybalt said.
Scott panted, trying, very clearly trying, but he was also struggling to get it out.
“I want your big cock in my ass,” he said. “I want you to fuck me and make me come. I want our scent in the air. Please.”
That was certainly something, and the sound of his mate begging him like this was going to Tybalt’s head. He liked it. He’d needed to hear these things. It hadn’t even been just about listening to his mate beg him. It was about feeling like things were back to normal again.
Tybalt could almost pretend as though this entire thing, Scott’s kidnapping, his memory loss, had never happened.
He was done with teasing. Tybalt was going to make himself come if he didn’t stop it, and he wanted to be inside of Scott’s tight asshole right now. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and he wasn’t about to try.
He removed his fingers from Scott’s hole, coated his cock with the last of the oil that had been on his hand, and then lined up the head with Scott’s stretched pucker.
He hoped this wouldn’t cause him any pain. It had been a while.
He pushed forward, feeling that tight ring stretch and then pop and give way so he could push inside.
Tybalt sighed and then clenched his teeth when he was there, right there. “Fuck,” he said, panting for breath.
Scott held on tight, his fingernails gripping Tybalt’s shoulders tight enough that they’d probably leave marks later. He didn’t care in the least.
But Scott’s teeth were clenched. So was his neck, his entire body. He was making this worse on himself. He needed to relax.
“Push out when I push in. You can do it.”
They’d done this plenty of times before. Scott should know what to do. If only he would remember it.
But whether it was the gentle command, or some instinct reminding Scott that they had done this before, Scott did as Tybalt said, and he did it beautifully.
Tybalt groaned as he slid forward. Inch after inch of his cock swallowed up inside of that tight, hot space. He grit his teeth when he came onto his first barrier and then waited before Scott’s body opened up completely. Then Tybalt was all the way inside, and Scott let out a relieved sigh.
“Fuck, you’re huge. Holy God.”
Tybalt laughed. “I wasn’t expecting a compliment, but I’ll take it,” he said then pulled his hips back before pushing them forward just a little.
He did this again and again, back and forth, slow, shallow thrusts that got him and his lover closer to the edge without pushing either of them over that cliff.
He would make Scott fall in love with him again no matter what.