[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, sex in shifted form, HEA]
Fate threw them together, but that didn't mean they were right for each other…
Straitlaced accountant Vance Ramsey doesn’t like surprises. With his entire life mapped out in detail, he knows exactly where he’s headed, and how he’s going to get there. Everything is right on schedule until fate tosses a hunky blond into his path.
Surfer Skylar Bruedigan is as free-spirited as they come. He has no idea how he ended up naked in Vance’s office, but he doesn’t care once he gets a good look at the handsome number cruncher. All he wants now is Vance’s clothing gone as quickly as possible.
Having his plans smashed to smithereens turns out to be the least of Vance’s worries. Indulging his lusts with Skylar means giving up his legendary control, but he could gain a profound connection if he does. The only question is will he be able to handle what their joining unleashes?
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A Siren Erotic Romance
Anitra Lynn McLeod is a Siren-exclusive author.
There was a naked man in Vance Ramsey’s office. A young and exceedingly handsome man with straw-colored hair that appeared bleached by a unique combination of sun and salt-water surf. He looked as if he’d walked right off a Southern California beach and dropped into the massive chair behind Vance’s desk. His body certainly possessed the sculpted perfection of an avid surfer, and he had a flawless allover tan. Not one single white spot broke up the long line of his form, including his hips and…other bits. Vance deliberately tore his gaze away, but he found himself wondering if this man surfed in the nude. That seemed strangely dangerous to Vance. But given the fact he was a decided non–risk taker, he really wouldn’t know if that was considered eccentric in the culture of—
The young man sneezed, drawing Vance’s attention back to him. His eyes blinked open so slowly Vance thought he was watching a film that had been decelerated for dramatic impact. Whoever he was, he had eyes that were so vividly azure blue they were mesmerizing. When his intense gaze settled on Vance, the man who never took a risk swallowed hard, and fought an urge to step forward and claim the man as his own. The very idea was so bizarre it stopped Vance in his tracks. Vance didn’t know him, and he certainly didn’t intend to get wrapped up in some crazy scheme. That had to be what this was. Some of the cowboys on the Rough River Ranch had gotten together to play this prank on him. Somehow, they’d gotten deep into the secret part of Vance’s lust and brought his cravings to life. The man in his chair was down-to-the-last-detail perfect for him. Well, perfect in appearance, at any rate. Vance had always liked diminutive blonds. Still, he wasn’t about to get involved with anyone. Not when he had finally gotten his life organized. Everything hada time and a place, and there were absolutely no surprises.
“Where am I?”
His voice was low and soothing, almost like the sound of waves lapping at the shore. Vance decided the man had a voice he could listen to for days on end. He could recite his grocery list, and Vance would be rapt with attention. Even now, after three simple words, Vance felt his cock harden below the fabric of his tailored suit.
“Hello?” He waved his hand as if to capture Vance’s attention when he was already riveted. “Where am I?”
Vance just stood there with his mouth open and his brain a million miles away. It was difficult to think when all the blood in his body was rushing to his cock. “Where are you?”
“I asked you first.” A slow grin lifted the edges of his exceedingly perfect lips. “Don’t you know where we are, either?”
Vance considered how to answer that. Technically this beautiful man was in the western spiral arm of the Milky Way galaxy. From there he was on planet Earth, in North America, the United States, Utah, and then the Rough River Ranch. All of that shot through Vance’s head in a nanosecond, but what came out of his mouth was, “You’re in my office.”
When the naked man looked around the room, Vance followed his gaze. Since his office was in the farmhouse, it was converted from what Vance suspected used to be a parlor of some sort. The ceiling was a good fifteen feet high. There was wainscoting around the walls that were flocked with wallpaper in a garish combination of brown, red, and yellow. Floor-to-ceiling bookcases were filled with a solid collection of fiction, reference, and some textbooks. There were three doors. One door led to the inner hall, the second to a private bathroom, and the third opened to the front porch of the massive house. The room only had one window, and it was open because Vance had forgotten to shut it yesterday. But what dominated the room was the massive oak desk and the huge green leather chair that the sexy stranger was sitting in.
“Who are you?” he asked, now turning his incisive gaze onto Vance once again.
Another long list of answers spilled through his gray matter but he said, “I’m Vance Ramsey, accountant for the Rough River Ranch.”
The look the young man gave Vance mingled disbelief and curiosity. “You’re an accountant?”
“Yes.” Vance wondered why everyone doubted that fact. “Why does that surprise you?”
“Because you look more like a fashion model.”
Vance felt his eyes go wide. “I do?”
“Oh, yeah.” He grinned, but it bloomed into a wide smile that revealed perfect white teeth that were made brighter by his tanned face. “You look like you just stepped out of GQ.”
Vance was so stunned he almost dropped his briefcase. No one had ever told him anything like that. They usually just murmured that he didn’t look much like an accountant, but they never said what he did look like. “What kind of model?”
The naked man’s gaze raked Vance from the tips of his shined shoes to the top of his carefully cut brown hair. “Take off your clothes and we’ll see.”
“Are you afraid of me?” Vance loosened his grip on Skylar.
“It’s not fear that’s making me shake. It’s need.” Skylar had had his fair share of sexual encounters but nothing like this. “If you don’t fuck me, I swear I’ll go crazy.”
“Can’t have that.” Vance’s grip tightened. His massive hands perfectly cupped Skylar’s buttocks. Without straining himself at all, Vance lifted Skylar up against his body and then locked their lips together as Skylar wrapped his legs around Vance’s hips. When he squeezed, crushing their cocks together, Vance uttered another hungry growl.
His mouth tasted of something primal and dangerous, urging Skylar to explore. He wanted to brand Vance’s flavor to his senses. He wanted to know all of him down to his soul. And then he wanted to start all over and confirm what he’d learned.
Before he knew it, Vance had moved around to the back side of the desk. He settled them in the big leather chair then pulled Skylar even more firmly against him. Now Skylar was able to rock his hips and slide his prick against Vance’s. More movement made more heat. More heat made Vance sweat lightly, probably from all the layers of his clothing. When the wickedly compelling scent increased along with his body heat, Skylar realized the essence was coming from Vance’s skin. Skylar imagined he was pumping out the same irresistible aroma.
“What?” Skylar had no idea what Vance was talking about. His only concern was with getting all of Vance’s restrictive clothing off.
“I remember reading something about animals using chemical signals to convey their willingness to mate.”
“What does that have to do with this?” Skylar could barely form a coherent sentence at the moment while the object of his lust was having deep thoughts.
“I’m thinking of that scent that’s making us crazy. Perhaps humans are the same.”
“Does it matter?”
“I just don’t understand why I don’t have any control.” Vance’s fingers dug into the meat of Skylar’s buttocks, forcing him to ride harder and faster against him. His possessive grip was sexy as hell. “I always have control. Or I did until you showed up.”
For some reason, Skylar was proud of himself for ruining Vance’s ingrained restraint even if it was because of something he had no control over. “Maybe the truth is that you’re really an animal, just like me.” That actually got a grin out of Vance, one that practically melted Skylar’s spine.
“I must be because right now a flaming meteor hitting the ground outside this room wouldn’t compel me to stop.”
“Good. Now, get these off before I make a mess all over them.” Skylar frantically scrabbled at Vance’s pants. When he struggled to get them open, Vance pushed his hand away and practically ripped them in his haste to get them down and off. Working together, breathlessly stealing kisses in between, they managed to get Vance completely naked.
Skylar traced his hand down Vance’s smooth chest to the nest of dark hair and his thick cock. When he wrapped his fist around the shaft, Vance’s head went back and Skylar swore he snarled. It was so aggressively sexy Skylar’s fist tightened involuntarily.
“I’ve always wanted—” Vance cut himself off by kissing Skylar again.
“What?” Skylar pulled back. “Tell me what you’ve always wanted.”
It took a moment for Vance to summon the words. “I’ve always wanted a man like you in my lap while I’m in this chair.”
“A man like me?”
“Blond. Sexy. Willing.”
Skylar grinned. “Very willing.”
“But we don’t know each other at all.”
“I think that’s part of the attraction.” Convinced that if he allowed Vance to think about what he was doing too much he might call a halt to everything, Skylar plastered himself against Vance’s big body and uttered a plaintive whimper. He’d never made such a curious sound before, but it struck something in Vance. Whatever he’d activated was so dark and primitive Skylar knew neither one of them would be able to call a stop to what was happening between them. And Skylar didn’t want to. Not when Vance went from mild to wild so fast it was stunning. Bodily he lifted Skylar off his lap. Barely had his feet touched the floor before he found himself spinning toward the desk. Vance caught his hips, nestled them against the edge, and then bent him over the surface.