Stryking Out (MM)

Assassins Inc. 4

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 32,500
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[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: Alternative Paranormal Romance, MM, shape-shifters, HEA] 


I was sent on a mission to investigate a shifter running guns. I was not sent to find my mate, and yet, there he was. Every gorgeous inch of him. It was just too bad he was right in the middle of the mess I was there to stop. If I can keep him alive long enough, I might be able to discover how my mate ended up in so much trouble.


My life turned upside down when I discovered a sexy man hiding in the wine cellar at a cocktail party. Finding him naked in my bed later that night just about topped every fantasy I'd ever had. The fact that he was a shifter didn't seem that important. The fact that he thought I was a shifter made things a little weird. When armed men broke into my apartment to kill us, weird took on a whole new meaning. Things just got weirder from there.

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Stryking Out (MM)
32 Ratings (4.7)

Stryking Out (MM)

Assassins Inc. 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 32,500
32 Ratings (4.7)
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This was a fun continuation of the series. I had forgotten a lot of past events so went back to re-read all the books. ;)





I often got accused of having a sense of humor that runs to the bizarre. Truthfully, I probably did. The oddest things struck me as funny, whereas other things didn't at all. I laughed when I shouldn't and frowned when others around me found humor in something.

It made social situations awkward.

Which was how I felt as I stood around with a group of people at a party, watching as they all laughed at something some tall blond was saying, and totally not getting it. I glanced at everyone standing there, trying to understand what was so funny about what the guy had said.

I got nothing.

It was really hard to fit in, when you simply didn't.

The biggest problem was that I didn't care if I fit in or not. I knew I was anti-social. I just didn't give a fuck. Most people took one look at my tattoos and piercings and labeled me trouble anyway, so why should I try to fit in?

I was only being nice because my mother and her new husband were hosting this stupid party. Well, mostly because my mother was. I adored her. The jury was still out on my new stepfather.

When I moved back from the group, no one noticed. Big surprise there. They were all too spellbound by the tall blond. I'll give you, he was pretty to look at, but he was almost too pretty, if that made sense.

It probably didn't.

His sunlight blond hair had just the right amount of wave to it, just the right amount of highlights to make it look real and not faked, even if I suspected it was. His teeth were shiny bright, his skin a golden tan and totally unblemished.

Freckles wouldn't dare mar his perfection.

He stood tall and straight, at least six foot two, maybe three, and his body was definitely filled out, with rippling muscles and tight abs. His fancy dark suit hugged his body in all the right places. It probably cost more than I made in a month.

It was obvious this guy didn't suffer from social inadequacy. He laughed at all the right times, smiled when he should, flirted with everyone, and told stories that seemed to have anyone within hearing distance enthralled.

He was utterly perfect and I had an insane urge to mess him up.


I was only at this party because I had to be. I had been guilted into it by my mother. I had promised to stick around until ten o'clock. One glance at my watch and I knew had twenty-eight minutes of torture left.

"Frankie, love, I need you."

I'd heard that one before. It's how I ended up here in the first place. Still, as much as I hated it, I couldn't deny my mother. She had given birth to me after all.


"We're out of champagne."

I raised my brows. "Already?" The party had only been in swing for a couple of hours. How could they be out of champagne so soon?

My mother's hands fluttered against her chest. A sure sign of how anxious she was. "I just…I need you to go down to the wine cellar and grab some more bottles of champagne. Please. I can't go and Roman is busy talking to his friends and I don't know where Angelo went so—"

I held up my hand. "I'll go already."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you."

I loved my mother, really I did. She had single-handedly raised me after my father died when I was five years old. She had taught me how to be the man I was today, but there were times when she drove me positively insane.

"Where's the wine cellar?"

"In the basement."


I smirked. "Where's the basement?"

My mother gaped at me before narrowing her eyes. "Francis Xavier Martinez!"

I chuckled before leaning in and planting a kiss on her forehead. "How many bottles do you want?"

"Oh…uh…" She glanced over her shoulder to the crowd of people in the room. "Six or so should do it."

"You want me to bring up a case?"

"Oh yes." The smile on her face when she turned back around was all the inducement I needed to try and find the basement and bring up some more champagne for her. "That would be perfect, Francis. Thank you."

God, I wished she wouldn't call me Francis.

I smiled until she walked away to join her new husband then turned and headed into the house to look for the basement. It didn't help that I didn't live here and had no idea where anything was located. I'd only been here a handful of times.

My mother had married Roman Dominguez three months ago. While I was thrilled that she found someone who seemed to dote on her every word, I was not thrilled with the idea of having a stepfather or the stepbrother he brought with him.

Roman was loaded, which was good. It meant he could care for mother in a style I could never afford. But I was the poor relation and Angelo Dominguez, my new stepbrother, never let me forget it.

He actually seemed to go out of his way to show me up when he could. His friends weren't any better. They never acted out in front of Roman or my mother. In front of them, Angelo and his buddies were as nice as they could possibly be, which made me want to wretch.

The guy was an ass. So were his friends.

I still hadn't decided about Roman. He seemed okay. He certainly adored my mother, and for that I was grateful, but he'd raised a jerk for a son.

I hoped it wasn't hereditary.

I walked around for a few minutes, opening door after door, hoping I'd come across a set of stairs leading down. I was about to give up when I spotted a maid in a very pristine black dress and white apron.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Can you tell me where the wine cellar is located? My mother, Mrs. Dominguez, asked me to bring up another case of champagne."

The woman leaned back just a little. "You are Mrs. Dominguez's son?"

"Yes." I smiled as I held out my hand. "Frankie Martinez."

She frowned as if perplexed then slowly raised her hand to shake mine. "I am Marcy."

"Nice to meet you, Marcy."

"You as well." The tension in her shoulders loosened, but just a little. "The wine cellar is in the basement, sir."

"Please, call me Frankie." I widened my eyes comically. "And I can't find the basement."

Marcy laughed before waving her hand back down the hallway. "Go down the hallway to the very end then turn left. The door to the basement is at the end of the corridor."

"Thanks. You've been a life savior."

I headed down the hallway in the direction the maid had pointed. I saw the heavy oak door as soon as I turned the corner. It made sense that the entrance to the basement would have a heavy door like that, especially if the basement housed a wine cellar.

I was practically giddy when I opened the door and saw the staircase leading down.

I'd found the basement.





"Holy fuck!" I gasped as I took in the sexy man stretched out across my bed. "There is a fairy godmother."

William chuckled.


I frowned. "How did you get into my apartment?"

William stretched, showing off all of his rippled plains and golden valleys. Good god, there were a lot of them. "Is that what you really want to know, Frankie?"

"Yes?" My answer sounded unsure even to my own ears, but come on…gorgeous naked man with lust in his eyes lying on my bed?

Could you blame me?

William scooted back until he was leaning up against the stack of pillows at the top of my bed then crooked his finger at me. "Join me."

It did not sound like a question.

But who was I do deny such an intriguing demand? I dropped the towel and climbed up the bottom of the bed—slowly—until I reached William's thighs. I was no dancer, not by any stretch of the imagination, but I still heard William's breath catch.

Go me!

Of course, I was the one unable to breath when I got a better look at the baseball bat William had between his legs. Damn, God had been really nice to him when he was handing out dicks. This one was a true beauty. Nice and long, heavily veined, and thick enough to make me feel every inch.

I flashed William a mischievous grin before swiping my tongue across the head of his penis. Elation filled me when William hissed. There were many things I was good at, but I was a master at sucking cock.

I should've had an award.

I wrapped my lips around the head then sucked my way down his thick length. I bobbed my head a few times before swallowing William's entire cock down my throat.

Yep, you got it. No gag reflex.

I felt William's appreciation for my oral skills when his hands fisted in my hair and the muscles of his thighs turned to stone. The man was rock hard against me, his entire body.

As I licked at him, my lips wrapped tightly around his thickness, William let out a long groan, I glanced up at him, smiling when I saw his head tilted back, his eyes closed. Guess he was enjoying himself.

"Fuck, baby, that's so pretty," William said as I ran my tongue up the thick, veined sides of his cock. William's hands gripped the blankets, his fingers almost white.

"Like that, do you?" I asked. When William nodded, I chuckled. "Then you're going to love this."

I swallowed William's cock until my nose pressed against his groin then tightened my lips and started quickly bobbing my head up and down.

"Frankie, baby, you don't know how good that feels." William shuddered against me. "Your mouth is perfect."

I grinned around William's girth and then continued to move my mouth up and down the man's long length. I wanted William to remember this blow job for the rest of his life. Using my tongue, my lips, and my mouth, I went about driving William out of his mind.

"Gonna come, baby." William tangled his hands in my hair.

I increased my efforts until William's body suddenly stiffened. The cock in my mouth went rock hard, swelling just a bit then hot cream exploded into my mouth.

I swallowed down as fast as I could, continuing to lick and stroke with my tongue. Even when William was done, I refused to release the cock in my mouth. I just continued to love on William.

"Sit up. I want you to straddle my lap."

I sat up and swung my leg over William's, straddling his lap.

"I want you to face the other way then spread your legs over mine, Frankie."


I swung around and spread my legs until they hung on the outside of William's, groaning when the man's erection pressed up against my balls. I was a little surprised he was still hard considering he had just come.

I wasn't going to argue.

"Lean back against me and close your eyes, baby," William ordered. "And I want your hands up around my neck."

I leaned back against William's chest and closed my eyes. I lifted my arms and looped them around William's neck. William's arms immediately came around me. Long fingers wrapped around aching my cock, stroking me from root to tip.

Oh yeah, I could get used to this.

"No coming, Frankie, understand?"

I swallowed tightly then nodded.

I groaned as William stroked me. My heart beat rapidly, painfully, in my chest. My breath moved so quickly in and out of my lungs, I could barely breathe. I ran my tongue over my dry lips to moisten them.

William continued manipulating my cock, taking me just to the edge then easing off. A thumb moved across the top, pressing down on the small slit. Other fingers moved to caress my tight little sac.

I whimpered.

A tingling at the base of my spine signaled my impending orgasm. I tried to hold it off. I didn't want to disappoint William. I pulled on William's hair. I tilted my head up so William could see the desperation on my face. I thrust my cock into William's hand. I couldn't stop. I needed to come.

Instead of giving me the relief I needed, William leaned forward and claimed my lips. I clutched William's neck. I didn't think he could go another moment without spilling. The tingle in my spin radiated outward, expanding my pleasure until every nerve ending burned.

"Will-William," I begged.

I didn't care that I was begging.

William suddenly lifted me up and spun me around, placing me on all fours on the bed.  I gave a surprised yelp and barely had time to brace myself before thick fingers slicked up with lube pushed into my ass.

The first two took my breath away. The third one made me groan. The fourth one made me wonder if I could take the guy. Sure, big was nice. Huge could be really uncomfortable the next day.

Hard hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as William pushed his cock pushed into my ass. He made a couple of slow thrusts then started riding me like a bucking bronco. He pounded into my ass over and over again.

I curled my hands into the blankets and held on for the ride. I knew it wouldn't be a long one. William was too aroused. I could tell by the ferocity of his thrusts. They were quick, uncoordinated, and deep.

William sounded like he was growling with each thrust.

"Stroke yourself, baby, but don't come until I say."


He wanted me to wait until he said?

Good luck with that, buddy.

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