[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, vampires, HEA]
When alpha werewolf Andrew James is captured by a vampire, he's naturally a little peeved at himself, until he's offered freedom in exchange for sex. It doesn't take Andrew long to realize the vampire is his mate, and he's not about to let him go, even if it means abandoning his pack and swearing loyalty to another. Prince Vladimir Belekoff cannot believe the foolishness of this werewolf. All he wanted was a night of passion, to feel like he mattered before sending the werewolf on his way. Andrew is determined, however, and Vlad can't help the fact that he wants the gorgeous, mysteriously affectionate man to stay. As a fourth son, Vlad is so far down the line for the throne that he almost doesn't count. He is to be married to a wealthy vampire lord, and soon he must choose if his and Andrew's lives are worth risking for something his title could never give him. Freedom and love.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
Then another vampire came into the room, the second one that Andrew had heard coming in. This guy was most definitely not a guard. He was the lord. His thick red robe―what was with vampires and red?―covered him from neck to toe. His pale blond hair was slick and wet from a recent bath, and it clung to his neck.
Unlike the two vampire guards, Andrew’s attraction to this vampire in particular went through the roof, and no matter how many dead kittens he thought of, or how often he pictured the pack’s wise woman, Old Maggie, naked, his erection sprang up, hard, heavy, and pulsing.
The fact that he was naked didn’t help anything in the least. He’d been captured while he’d been out hunting in his wolf form. The fuckers probably wouldn’t have been able to sneak up on him, scent or no scent, if Andrew hadn’t been preoccupied with the buck he’d just killed.
Stupid, wasteful leeches had probably just left the carcass out there to rot or to be picked at by the forest scavengers. Now it couldn’t be used for the pack.
“Looks like the dog is all set,” said one of the guards, but he wasn’t making fun of Andrew. In fact, the guy wrinkled his nose in disgust down at Andrew’s cock.
“Stop staring at it if you don’t like it,” Andrew said.
The second guard came down on him with a palm to the face for that one.
“That won’t be necessary,” said the lord vampire. “You may leave us now.”
Both guards looked between each other. “But, sir―”
Those red eyes, so very different from those of the guards, flashed like rubies. “Now.”
Though both men clearly didn’t like leaving their lord alone with a mangy werewolf like Andrew, they both bit their lips against any protest they were about to give and went on their way.
The door closed gently behind them. So respectful.
The beautiful vampire knelt down in front of Andrew, his red eyes gentle as he looked over Andrew’s face.
Andrew’s heart picked up, and his breathing did the same. Nothing heavy, he wasn’t gasping for air, but it did suddenly feel as though he’d come back from a jog or something.
It’s a trick. It’s not real, he told himself.
Finally, Andrew was able to look away. “Stop that.”
He could hear the other man’s confusion. “Stop what?”
“Stop doing that thing with your vampire eyes. I don’t like it.”
Skinny, white fingers touched his face, but Andrew wasn’t repulsed by this. He allowed the other man to turn his face so that they might look at each other.
Now the seduction was on full force in those eyes. “Do you want to have sex with me?”
Andrew yanked his face away, his wrists struggling against the chains that bound them behind his back. “No!”
He hadn’t meant for his response to come out so shocked like that. But really, he hadn’t expected the question. Vampires used their charm ability to make other people more compliant to their wishes, and while they were known to do so on werewolves, never had Andrew ever heard of a vampire using it to actually have sex with a werewolf.
Werewolves were beneath vampires. At least the vampires thought so. Andrew thought all vampires were full of shit.
This vampire in front of him was just out of his mind.
Andrew jerked back, falling on his back and his hands, when the vampire wrapped his hand round Andrew’s cock.
Fuck, that hurt! His hands throbbed from the stupid move he'd pulled, but Andrew just used the pain to add a little extra fuel to the snarl he sent to the vampire still kneeling above him.
“Don’t touch me.”
Please, touch me.
This wasn’t right. He should be able to fight this better. Attraction or no, it wasn’t all consuming if the mind was strong enough, and Andrew didn’t think he had a weak mind.
Christ, why couldn’t he fight this, then?
The vampire wet his lips, and Andrew bit back a small moan at the brief sight of that tongue. He wanted to kiss that mouth of his.
“I’ll make you a deal,” said the vampire lord. “Take me to bed, and I will set you free.”
“Take me to bed”—the vampire pointed his long finger over to the king-size bed in the center of the room—“and I will set you free.”
Andrew looked from the bed, and then back to the vampire, then the bed, and then the vampire again. Andrew could think of so many ways he wanted to fuck the man above him. He was out of his mind. “You’re serious?”
The vampire nodded. “Yes.”
“That is not your concern.”
No kidding, and why the hell did Andrew care about the why part anyway? All he cared about was the fact that this vampire had just offered Andrew something he desperately wanted. To get off inside of the man. There was no way that “take me to bed” could really mean that Andrew was the one expected to take it. No, this vampire wanted to be fucked.
Well, why not deliver on that?
“Kind of hard for me to take anything to bed with my hands behind my back.”
“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees. Do you want the robe on or off?”
Vlad didn’t need to think about it, and he was already shifting his shoulders, shrugging out of the heavy robe. “Off would be preferable.”
Although it galled him to be ordered around so casually, he allowed himself to be led to the bed. The werewolf practically threw him down on the duvet.
“You can show a little more care than that, wolf,” Vlad snapped. “I am used to far more respect than this.”
“Don’t care,” said the wolf, gripping Vlad by the hips and spinning him around. “On your knees.”
Oh yes, the guards had most definitely been teasing this wolf, otherwise he wouldn’t be so desperate to fuck like this.
Vlad would handle it. This was exactly what he’d wanted, and he intended to get it, regardless of what Boris said.
He clenched his teeth, groaning in surprise when he felt the wet mouth of the werewolf touching his pucker.
What in the hell was he doing?
“There’s…ah”―Vlad gripped the sheets, puncturing the duvet with his fingernails―“lubrication in the drawer.” He'd thought far enough ahead to prepare for the event, at any rate.
Perhaps the wolf didn’t hear him, because he didn’t stop, and Vlad was enjoying himself far too much to care. He began pushing back against the intruding tongue, and the werewolf grabbed him by the hips again, stalling his movements.
“Hold still,” the were said when Vlad released a disappointed whine.
“Yes! Yes, just do not stop!” Vlad commanded. No one had ever touched his hole quite like that before, and he wanted much more of it.
The were smirked at him before dipping his head back to the matter at hand. Had Vlad been in the right frame of mind, he would have been humiliated with how obscenely he moaned.
Oh, having a werewolf brought to him on the cusp of a full moon had been the most magnificent idea Vlad had ever had! Why none of his kind had ever thought to do this before, Vlad would never understand.
His balls became heavy between his legs, and as much as he wished to reach down and grip his cock, stroking himself until completion, he didn’t dare move one of his hands lest he fall onto his face.
He didn’t even hear the drawer to his nightstand opening, but he recognized the sensation of a finger, slick with lubricant, replacing that wonderful mouth and pushing into his hole. Vlad was so relaxed and ready that his body accepted the intrusion with no effort at all.
As another finger was added, it occurred to Vlad that he probably should have checked to be sure that the werewolf had clean and clipped fingernails before they did this. Not that Vlad would catch anything, being a vampire, but it was the principle of the thing.
His worries were quickly expunged as the werewolf found the place inside of him that made him see sunlight.
To hell with remaining still. Vlad pushed back against those wonderful, beautiful fingers, teasing himself on the werewolf’s hand.
“Definitely ready,” he heard the other man say as the bed shifted.
There was the briefest of hesitations that made Vlad’s body tremble with poorly contained desire. “Will you kindly hurry it along back there?” he snapped.
“Do you want me to fuck you dry?”
Vlad was tempted to say that what the wolf had used on his fingers had been plenty, but he knew better. He'd heard of werewolves fornicating unlubed, but he was a gentle-bred vampire, thank you very much. “Just be quick.”
Vlad watched as the wolf straightened his back and shifted on his knees, and then Vlad felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against his still-stretched pucker.
He couldn’t help but stare at the werewolf’s body. It was a magnificent thing, bronzed from sunlight and well muscled from exercise. If Vlad looked closely enough, he could even make out the tiny golden hairs that sprouted along his chest and arms.
Vlad had always been under the impression that all werewolves were dark, hairy beasts, but this man was a choice specimen. It was a shame he would have to release him when this was over. Strange how that thought saddened him.
Then the wolf drove home, and Vlad’s body welcomed him inside. He gasped at the first initial thrust, and then sighed as his body accommodated the intrusion.
That was exactly what Vlad wanted.
The werewolf released a strange sort of growling noise from the inside of his throat, and for a brief second Vlad feared he was about to be attacked from behind.
No. The wolf then seemed to throw all of his strength into pushing in and out of Vlad’s body, their flesh punching together in a sloppy motion that had no rhythm, no class, and Vlad absolutely loved it.
“Yes! Yes! Just like that, fuck me!”
“I am,” said the wolf, grabbing hold of Vlad’s hair―how dare he?―and yanking his head back. Vlad’s mouth was plundered. Never before had he been kissed by a partner from this position. Never had he thought to kiss them, and though the position of his neck was painful, he was too busy enjoying himself to much mind.
Let the wolf kiss him. Let him take everything that Vlad had to offer, so long as it meant that fiend Boris would always have to know that Vlad preferred the company of a werewolf to him.
He would not think on that right now. Vlad gripped the duvet and pushed back against that thrusting prick with everything he had. He muttered nonsense but did not care. It was the most fabulous experience of his life.
“Gonna make you scream for me when you come,” the wolf said, practically growling the words. “You’re never going to want me to stop.”