[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, with M/F elements, vampires, shape-shifters, HEA]
Damian Starling, a scarred and reclusive vampire, believes no man will ever be able to look past his damaged face and love him. When Damian is put in charge of a captured wolf, he enjoys the growing friendship between him and an animal that doesn't care what he looks like. Damian is ordered to get the wolf to shift, but he's torn. He wants to know the man inside the animal, but Damian fears if the lycan sheds his fur, he'll turn away in disgust.
Doc Alder, a lycan physician, knows the vampires have some sinister plan for him, but he intends to go down fighting—as a wolf. Nothing can persuade him to shift to human form until a scarred vampire gains his trust.
Doc shifts, and what started as friendship turns to blazing passion. The men fight their growing feelings, but soon learn that some bonds can never be broken.
Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Soon enough, the movement and hushed voices outside the door grew louder. The kindred species had enhanced senses that were probably as good as the lycans. No doubt, the bloodsuckers smelled his wolf and were trying to figure out the best way to subdue him. Maybe the lycan traitors were giving them pointers. Let them. If the vampires wanted to dance with his devil, Doc would make sure it was no waltz in the park.
Finally the door opened, and Doc’s yellow wolf eyes confronted his captors—lean and lithe, dressed in black, with pale skin and varying shades of dark hair and eyes.
Vampires. They all look alike.
Doc’s hackles rose as he crouched, ready to leap on the first man foolhardy enough to attack. The bloodsuckers spread out as they approached, clearly intending to divert his attention from one to the other. Well, fuck them. The wolf’s peripheral vision was extremely accurate.
Surrounded by hissing vampires, and they all want a piece of me. I’m flattered.
Doc got to his feet and tried to keep all the vamps in view. Swinging his massive head from side to side, he growled at each one in turn.
Startled by a sharp prick in his flank, he let out an ungodly howl. Fuck!
A dart protruded from his furry hide. Drugged? The buzzards didn’t play fair. His left side started to go numb, and he shook it off. It would take more than a tiny dart to bring him down. He stood, a bit wobbly, but he managed to stay on four feet, snarling and baring his canines.
Too late, he spotted a club swinging toward him. It caught him in the ribs, and, howling with pain, the wolf backed away from its attacker. The vampire’s pale face creased in a satisfied smile as he followed. Silver orbs focused on the wolf as the vampire closed the distance between them, his club held high. Backed into a corner, Doc knew the game was over. The bat swung toward his head in slow motion, but just before it made contact with his skull, a hand reached out and snatched it.
The vampire’s smile disappeared, and his pale cheeks darkened with rage. “Stay out of this, Damian!” The bat wielder twisted his head to confront the vampire who’d dared to interfere. The smaller man looked very much like the others—until he turned his head and Doc caught sight of a hideous scar on the right side of his face.
A hissing contest commenced as both vampires vied for control of the bat. The man with the scar—Damian?—appeared nervous, but he put on a good show and finally won possession. He flung the weapon across the room, narrowly missing his cohort. The silver-eyed vampire snarled at him and Damian backed away.
“You could have killed him.”
“Maybe I'll kill you instead.”
“You can try.” The two men circled each other warily until a third vamp stepped between them and attempted to end their argument. “Maybe Damian’s right, Ethan. The master has plans for this one. We’ll all take the heat if anything happens to him.”
For a few heartbeats, the silver-eyed Ethan didn’t react, and then he cursed under his breath and leaned in close to Damian. “Don’t ever presume to tell me what to do again, or I will kill you.”
Damian put his hands up, as if in surrender, and backed off.
Dazed by the drugs, the wolf watched, trying to make sense of what he heard. Suddenly he felt a noose around his neck, and instinct made him jerk his head back. He tried to leap up at this new attack, but his shaky limbs collapsed under him. Refusing to give up as long as he had a breath in him, he skittered back on his belly. The more he struggled, the more the rope tightened around his neck, and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. Light-headed, but still awake, he snapped at his tormentors, but a sharp prick stung his back, and he knew he couldn’t stay conscious with two doses of drugs in his body. Game over. The room started to dim around him, and the vampire’s words echoed in his head.
The master has plans for this one.
Why is he so willing? “You sure you want this, vampire.”
Damian didn’t hesitate for a second. “Yes.”
Doc’s response was just as quick. “Why?”
“I have my reasons, but don’t worry, I’m ready.”
Damian did sound ready—and absolutely determined to bind himself to a lycan. A little light came through the open doorway and highlighted the vampire as he lowered himself to the floor in one graceful movement. Shocked speechless, Doc couldn’t believe his eyes. The sight of his enemy, this dangerous predator, kneeling at his feet made all kinds of thoughts go through his head. Damian’s sweet lips were at just the right height to slide over his swollen cock. Doc’s mouth started to water, and a band tightened around his chest. His heart ached with a gnawing pain. Anticipation? Lust? Or something he wasn’t ready to face?
Damian’s low whisper interrupted his thoughts. “We don’t have much time.”
Doc looked at Damian with a newfound respect. Even if this blood-mate crap wasn’t true, Damian believed it. The vampire must have some major brass balls to put himself in such a vulnerable position at the feet of his enemy. Doc admired the man’s strength and courage. Could he do any less? No. Besides, he wanted to get the hell out of here, and this time he didn’t intend to pussyfoot around and blow his chance.
Doc blew out an agitated breath. “Let’s do it.”
He sank to the floor in front of the vampire. Damian’s hand trembled a bit as it snaked around the back of Doc’s head and drew him closer. Their eyes locked. Understanding passed between them. They had crossed an invisible line and changed the rules of the game.
Doc expected the vampire to go for his neck. To his surprise, Damian kissed him. His lips were firm and warm, and Doc tasted oranges and cinnamon. He moaned in encouragement, and Damian deepened the kiss, teasing Doc’s lips until he opened for the vampire's tongue. The kiss turned deeper—an achingly sweet exploration of tongues dancing, and dueling, and finally retreating so their owners could catch a breath. They met again, and this time the kiss was rough and passionate. Doc’s tongue caressed a fang, and the sharp point drew a few drops of his blood. Damian sucked at the wound, groaning and gripping Doc’s arms hard enough to leave fingerprints. Doc pulled back, panting softly.
“Is that what you want?
Damian shook his head. “I want more, much more.”
Doc read between the lines. He knew Damian wanted more than blood. He also knew Damian wouldn’t ask for it. Didn’t matter. Doc wanted the same thing, and if he was going to let a bloodsucker bite him, he damn well wanted to enjoy it. “Get undressed, Damian. I’m going to fuck you.”
Damian shuddered, but said nothing as he stood and removed his clothes. Straddling Doc’s thighs, he lowered his body, impaling himself on Doc’s steel-hard dick.
“Fuck!” Doc groaned as velvet heat engulfed his cock.
When Damian bottomed out, Doc felt so connected, he wasn’t sure where he ended and Damian began. One arm went around the vampire, while his other hand smoothed over the hairless chest and played with Damian’s nipples.
Damian whimpered. “Blood first…”
Damian was right. Time was running out, and they were getting way too wrapped up in the sex. Doc tilted his head to give Damian access to his carotid. Warm breath fanned Doc’s throat. Anticipation curled in his gut like a snake poised to strike. He closed his eyes and drew in a sharp breath as the vampire pierced his flesh.
Heat sparked at the twin punctures and sizzled throughout Doc’s body. The blood pumping through his veins carried vampire saliva straight to his cock. Doc’s arms encircled the vampire and held him close while he lost himself in sensations he’d never felt before. Intoxicating. It was too much. It wasn’t enough.
“Ride me, vampire.”
Damian started to move on him. Slowly at first, then faster. The vampire’s muscles gripped Doc’s cock and massaged the length of his dick in rhythm with the sucking at his throat. Each thrust and pull took Doc closer to an orgasm. He’d never felt anything remotely like it with his old partners. Little by little his control slipped, and pleasure burned a path up his spine, sending him over the edge. Overcome, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he howled as he erupted deep inside the vampire’s body. He filled Damian with his cum—a release and a claiming that affected him on a whole new level. He opened his eyes and stared at the man who’d just rocked his world.
“That was fucking amazing!”
Damian’s lips curled in a seductive smile. “That was only the beginning.”