[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, elves, public exhibition, bondage, spanking, sex toys]
Twelve elves left the North Pole to be free of all things Christmas and have been living together for decades. They have gone without their mates for years, but when the first of the twelve finds his, the others have hope of finding theirs.
Box hates candy canes and that his friends seem to pay attention to him only when they need something. When he finally meets Egan—the man who does see him—he must fight fiercely to keep him.
Egan is a bus driver who has endured constant abuse from a woman he just can’t seem to deny anything. The passionate bond that he shares with Box may be the key to overpowering that abuse with eternal happiness.
Will the love that Box and Egan share be enough to conquer the evil that has been plaguing Egan for too long, or will that evil destroy their promising relationship?
A Siren Erotic Romance
I undid my own jeans and stroked my dick as I talked, showing him just how much I really wanted him. His eyes glazed over with lust as they watched the movement of my hand. “You want to suck it, slut?”
“You own me for the night. What do you want?” He got the idea and slipped right back into his role.
“Get on your knees and suck me off. Swallow every drop or I’ll punish you.” He did as I asked, opening his mouth wide for me. I flicked the leaking head on his tongue a few times. Egan moaned and moved forward, swallowing down as much as he could. “Good boy.”
He tapped his temple before bracing his hands on my thighs. I opened my mind to his thoughts as I ran my fingers through his head.
“Don’t be so gentle with me. Fuck my mouth. I know you want to.”
“You’re killing me here,” I moaned and tightened my hold on his hair. I thrust hard into his mouth, almost to the point of gagging him. “I’m sorry, sweetie.”
“Don’t be. I’m fucking loving this. I’m not your mate tonight. I’m your whore, treat me like one.”
“Fuck,” I hissed as I almost came just from his words. “You’re lucky I recover easily.”
And then there was no more time for talk. I fucked his face as he wanted, as I wanted. Granted, I wasn’t mean or brutal, but it definitely wasn’t a gentle loving. And I was so wound up it didn’t take long until I was crying out and coming down his throat. Egan drank down my seed, not missing a single drop.
When I was spent, I pulled out of his mouth and flopped down in the chair behind me against the wall. My imp of a mate licked his lips and made sounds that let me know he thought I tasted yummy.
“Stand up and hold your hands out in front of you,” I demanded. Egan’s blue eyes went wide but he did as I wanted, nodding his head. I took off the rest of my clothes and lowered the chains from the ceiling. “I’ve decided I still want to punish you even though that was the best blow job I’ve ever gotten.”
“Really?” he asked, his eyes shining with pride. I slapped his ass hard.
“I never lie.” I moved around to the front of him and shackled his wrists. Then I went back to the wall and raised them over his head before tying off the chain. “Look out at the club and see everyone watching you.”
I didn’t miss the way his cock twitched when he did just that. Oh yeah, my mate was loving this.
“Count them off.” I spanked him hard as I tortured him by playing with his plug. Egan cried out every number and then moaned when I rubbed his abused flesh. It was hard for me not to break character or keep myself under control. I wanted to be buried balls deep in him more than I wanted my next breath of air.
Actually, I had no clue if he was counting them off right. I’d lost track after the first one because I was so enamored with my handprints on his ass. I heard numbers, that was the point.
“Fuck this,” I growled when I couldn’t take it anymore. I yanked the toy of out of him and replaced it with my cock. Egan cried out at the sudden force in his ass and came. I had to grit my teeth and will my body not to come yet. His ass convulsed around me, demanding my own peak.
The moment he started to come back down, I snapped my hips hard, setting a punishing pace. Egan moaned as it made his orgasm last longer, aftershocks racing through his body. I couldn’t help but smirk at the noise outside our room in the club. My mate was hot. I knew that. But the walls were just thin glass, so we could hear more than I’m sure people thought.
And my mate was a hit.