[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]
William Steele has been captured after going out on a hunting mission. His assignment was to find Jules Scarlet, a man he'd once considered a brother, and then kill him. Effectively putting him out of his misery for being cursed by the alpha of the forest.
The wolves take him, however, and when William sees Julian, the man appears in perfect health and very happy with his new mate. All the while, another wolf, Leofrick, is showing a lot of interest in William's well being. William can't help that he's interested and finds Leo to be very attractive, even with the three thick claw mark scars running down his face.
William is forced to confront everything he's ever known as he becomes closer and closer with Leo and becomes the man's mate. But when Leo is captured, William must pretend to still be a hunter in order to keep him alive, putting his and Leo's fragile new relationship in danger.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.
"As suspected (and hoped), this third volume of the ‘Not-So-Lone Wolf’ series is about William, the man who was Jules’s adopted brother for years, and Leo, the wolf guard who showed clear signs of interest in William at the end of book two. With William being a hunter and believing all wolves are demons, this is not an easy fit and the two men have to face more than one obstacle in their struggle to become mates.William was captured and interrogated by Leo’s pack, and is shocked how much Jules seems to like staying with the wolves. He cannot deny that he is attracted to Leo, but is totally unsure about what to do. And when they just seem to be finding a new balance, hunters attack them while out fishing and William scrambles to save all of their lives. Leo knows William is his mate, and even though he struggles with having fallen for a human, never mind a hunter, he cannot help himself. So when William seems to betray him at the first opportunity he is hurt. Not that it stops him from standing by his mate, whatever the consequences, but it makes things a lot more difficult. If you like enemies having to deal with being mates, if two men who have to bridge a cultural gap between them if they ever want to become a couple sound interesting, and if you’re looking for a read that is full of emotional turmoil and tough action, then you will probably like this novella." -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
“Let me touch you.”
William Steele swallowed hard. He felt like a maiden in distress, like one of those young men or women in those fantasy stories that the kids liked to read whenever they were in the mood to feel all in love or something.
He’d flipped through one of them only once before, and he didn’t like how he was starting to feel. His heart was thudding as though he was in a story just like that.
It was almost embarrassing. Could Leo hear it?
The man with the three scars running diagonal down his face, with the sharp jaw and those deep, dark blue eyes that seemed to only add to his natural strength, smiled at William.
That smile turned William’s guts into some sort of quivering mass that couldn’t be put back together again.
“You want me to touch you. Let me touch you.”
The man’s hands—not man, werewolf—moved lower, his palm resting between William’s legs, cupping his cock, his naked cock. His clothing had been stolen from him, a way for the pack that had captured him to make sure he was hiding no weapons.
William was starting to believe the only reason Leo wanted him undressed was so that he could be as naked as this. As helpless.
All the same, despite the haze around his head, how everything seemed much thicker now than it had been before, he was giving in. His mind wasn’t as sharp as it should have been, and William shut his eyes and moaned.
“That’s it,” Leo purred in his ear. Did werewolves purr? They must. “Let me in.”
William moaned again, and Leo’s mouth came down on his, their lips coming together warm and hard, and he moaned again because of the sizzle that went all the way through his body, all the way down to his cock.
Too much. It was too much and not nearly enough as William started thrusting his cock against Leo’s hand while the man’s tongue thrust into William’s mouth.
He wanted to come. It was wrong, and he shouldn’t be doing this, but it felt so good that he was going to orgasm right now.
His shoulder shook, and William opened his eyes. Leo was right there, right where he should be, leaning over William and staring down at him.
Why the hell had they stopped kissing? His dick throbbed from the aching pleasure.
Leo was the one to make a shocked noise this time when William grabbed him by the back of the head and neck and pulled him down for another deep, lingering kiss.
He tried to push his tongue forward, and he’d just made it to the crease of Leo’s lips when the man above him chuckled and fought back, pushing his own tongue forward, taking command.
That aching, building pleasure inside of William’s body increased, and he was so close. He hadn’t even realized Leo had stopped touching his dick. In fact, his head felt a lot clearer now, and Leo didn’t have the expression of a predator standing over prey anymore. He looked more amused and pink in the face than anything.
“That was really something,” he said, still grinning.
William wasn’t sure he understood. “What?”
Everything seemed a little less foggy now than it had been a minute ago, and when he looked at himself, he realized he wasn’t completely naked. He was dressed in sleeping clothes.
Mortified horror washed over him like a bucket of dirty slime water when he realized the truth.
That hazy feeling from before? He’d been dreaming. That had been his own lust at work inside of his head.
William’s vision blackened at the edges, as though he was falling into a deep, dark pit.
“William! Snap out of it!”
Leo grabbed onto his shoulder, shook him around as if he was a small toy in the jaws of a dog, and then slapped his face three times just to make sure he didn’t pass out.
William didn’t, and he was pissed off by the end of it. He pushed Leo away. “Get off of me!”
Leo backed off, his expression becoming more closed off than it had been a minute ago.
“You’re the one that kissed me.”
William sat up. There was light coming in through the little windows of his cottage. Of his prison.
A week ago, William had been shackled to that wooden column in the middle of the cottage, his hands above his head, and very, very naked.
He hated just thinking about it, but it was Leo who had been protecting him. When the beta of the pack had been too angry, and hadn’t even done any physical harm to him but merely threatened it, it had been Leo to leap forward and fight the man off, saving William from a severe beating at the hands of a powerful wolf shifter.
Leo had insisted on being William’s guard, which was something of a problem since, well, the man had kissed William a couple of days ago, producing the exact same warm and buzzing sensations within William’s body that he’d experienced in his dream.
The man had kissed and touched him as one would touch a lover, and William was simply...confused.
That was it. Nothing more and nothing less.
“I apologize for misleading you,” William said, rubbing his face with his hands. He refused to look Leo in the face. “It won’t happen again.”
Leo growled, a sound so low and dangerous that William whipped his head up just as the shifter came lower, his eyes glowing golden and bright, his sharp teeth exposed.
William’s heart jumped in his chest as Leo grabbed him by the shoulders and the back of the neck.
“The hell it won’t!”
He fucking loved this. He loved being dominated like this, being told what to do, being asked for his opinion on what he wanted, as though it mattered, as though he didn’t already know that Leo would put his lips around William’s cock soon enough.
“You should answer me properly,” Leo said. His hands moved to the back of William’s ass, gripping the cheeks, kneading and massaging them while his lips continued to tease and toy with the length of William’s cock.
Then a gentle finger touched and teased around the pucker of his asshole.
“Oh!” William said. “I...please, stop this, just...just fuck me, please.”
He didn’t mind begging. Not now. Not when he’d already given up so much. He might as well accept the fact that, sometimes, strong men needed to beg for the things that they wanted. Otherwise, there would be no getting anything that he wanted out of this exchange.
“I don’t think I should,” Leo said.
William’s eyes widened, and a terror lanced through him, as though he’d just been told that Jules’ life was in mortal danger. That was insane, because this was about sex. Sex that William might not be getting. The sex his body had craved and desired for over a week now.
Okay, this was bad.
Leo’s entire wet mouth came down around the head of William’s cock. He sank down just a little and then pulled back with a lewd, wet noise that made the pleasure inside of William’s body sizzle.
He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He wanted more. That was all his brain and body would allow him to think about. Everything would be right once he had Leo inside of him, and Leo was stalling.
Leo said something, but William didn’t quite understand it until the man he repeated himself.
“I need some oil, some lubricant. That’s not in my hand at the moment.”
William stared down at the man. His first thought was to hit him for being such a cruel tease, but then he reminded himself that real men, gentleman especially, did not hit other people unless there was some honor to be defended, and that was certainly not the case here.
All the same, he had a vengeance inside of him that itched to get out, and he stared almost hatefully at the man below him. “Well then, maybe we should get some.”
“I have some. It’s just not in my hand in this moment. It’s in that drawer over there. I’ve been preparing for when you’d be mine.”
It was trying. It was so trying on William’s patience that he didn’t understand how he was expected to properly function. “Do you want me to get it for you?”
If that was what this was about, then he wouldn’t be able to hold back the harsh strike of his fist on top of Leo’s head.
Leo shook his head. “No, but you will have to decide if you want me to finish here before I go and retrieve it.”
Just to accent his words, Leo leaned in one more time, letting his soft, wet tongue slide along the length of William’s cock.
William shivered, and a long moan rose up inside of his throat and escaped him. He couldn’t contain it.
“Keep in mind that when I fuck you, as my mate, you will enjoy it so much that any noises you do make will be loud enough for the entire pack to hear us.”
“What?” William snapped.
The hazy cloud of pleasure that had been acting like a fog around his brain immediately cleared, and after the shock of this revelation diminished, he immediately wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
He certainly wasn’t holding his hands above his head anymore as he stared at Leo.
“Please tell me that’s a joke,” he said.
Leo’s smile stayed exactly the same. Playful, eager, and still full of lust. “Yes, it’s a joke. I’ve been storing things to use all over the cabin for when you got here.”
The man liked to be prepared. William liked that in him. Leo proved how prepared he was when he pulled a vial of oil out from a hiding spot that William hadn’t even noticed.
And all he could do was sigh at the sight of it.
Leo opened the cork, and the smell of something floral hit the air. It was pleasant, but William hadn’t been expecting it. Not from a shifter.
He really did have a lot more ideas about the werewolves to get over than he’d thought he did.
Leo licked him and sucked on him. His mouth was warm and wet, and William was totally at its mercy as he thrust his hips forward gently, back and forth, moaning from the pleasure of the heat and the tight feeling of those hollow cheeks around his cock.
Leo didn’t stop there. The man seemed to want to lick and suck everywhere on William. He moved lower still, to William’s testicles, and his mouth on those was another sort of pleasure that ensured that William couldn’t keep his mouth shut when he needed to. He moaned and sighed. He gripped his own hair tight, and Leo’s as well.
He couldn’t contain himself.
He was going to come, very soon, and that became a fact that he couldn’t look away from when Leo’s slicked fingers touched his asshole and then pressed inside.
William tried to relax his body, but it took some doing before his channel opened for the other man.
Then he sighed as those wicked fingers slid across his prostate. He bucked and spasmed. He came again. Again! The second orgasm of the day, and even as warm cum shot forward, catching Leo on the cheek and some flying out and landing on the floor behind him, his dick remained hard.
He was still hard, still panting for breath, and his body was so warm that he thought there really was a fire burning somewhere.