[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, public exhibition, sex toys, HEA]
Travis Rhodes is proud to be a vampire warrior, but he realizes there’s something missing from his life… Namely, love. Travis is overjoyed when his mate turns up on his doorstep, falling right into his arms. He jumps hurdles to explain his world to the mate who found him, but Travis’s joy fades when he realizes there’s something wrong.
Emmett Loughlan has lived a pain-filled life, suffering abuse from his parents and then his pimp. He doesn’t believe someone could truly love him, but all that changes when he meets Travis, who brings out the fun and loving person he really is. When issues arise, his new happiness and hope for the future fade away.
Travis’s suspicions are soon confirmed, and they learn Emmett needs help that he can’t give. Will Travis be able to find someone to help Emmett, or will they be torn apart by circumstances beyond their control?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4.5 NYMPHS: "While Travis loves being a warrior, he’s lonely and can’t wait till he meets his mate. He’s surprised when the doorbell rings and his mate is standing there looking for someone else. Emmett can’t stay with his pimp any longer and hopes Damian is still willing to help him. When he gets to the address he was given, he’s surprised to find out that not only is Damian not there, but the sexist man he’s ever seen is standing before him. Travis Rhodes is the fourth book in the Beyond the Marius Brothers series and tells the story of two characters that have shown up before. I liked this pairing and the way that Travis was able to overlook Emmett’s occupation. There is the instant connection between the men that fans of Ms. Flynn have come to expect in her books. The chemistry between them is strong and the way that Emmett reveals that he knows about vampires really sets things off. While the men may have hit it off from the beginning, they have a lot to overcome. The obstacles the author throws in the men’s way are intense with many surprising turns. The difficulties they face don’t always bring out the good in Travis and Emmett and, while I could understand their actions at times, I wanted to smack both of them, especially Travis. I really liked this story and enjoyed the way the author has brought various Marius’ into this series as secondary characters. Since both series share a plot line, I would strongly suggest that you read both the Marius Brothers and Beyond the Marius Brothers in order to keep from getting lost." -- Critter Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews
4 CUPS: "Travis Rhodes is a warrior for his people, but one little man brings him to his knees. From then on, all the obstacles in the way will either weave the two closer together or tear them apart. Emmet has met the man of his fantasies. Being his mate is a dream come true. But the secret Emmet is unaware of is in his blood. Unable to help his mate when he needs him most, Travis’s jealousy and insecurities step in and make an unbearable situation worse. The two must learn to be mates or lose each other to outside influences. Any book with the Marius family is well worth the read. The family, and the way they all stick together through the very worst life offers, makes one long to be a member of it. Travis and Emmet fit right in with the rest of the characters, each bringing its own spice to the recipe. The finished product will thoroughly entertain the reader." -- Delane, Coffee Time Romance and More
I was heading to my room after a long, frustrating workout when I heard the oddest noise. I glanced toward the front entrance of the warrior compound, and it dawned on me. The doorbell. What the fuck? No one ever rang the doorbell. The compound wasn’t like a real home but more like swanky barracks. Who rings the doorbell?
“I got it,” I called out, chuckling as I jogged over.
Of all my years living here I didn’t think I’d ever answered the door. Hell, I couldn’t ever remember hearing the doorbell ring. I opened the door and just about let my tongue fall out of my mouth. My workout had sucked because I was so sexually frustrated, in desperate need of some release. And then fate brought some hot little number right to our door? I eyed him over like dinner as his eyes went wide when he stared at my naked chest.
He was about five eight, bone thin under the very, very tight-fitting jeans and a too-light jacket for February in Virginia. The sexy man in front of me had longish blond locks that fell into his face, going down to about his nose. He nervously tried to tuck the hair behind his ears. But it was the huge, olive-green eyes that made him so doe-eyed, sexy, and completely mouthwatering.
“Well hello there, little darlin’,” I seductively drawled, leaning in a bit to inhale his scent. I froze as my own eyes parroted his. Fate just dropped my mate off at my doorstep. I had to be the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. “What can I do for you, sweet thang?”
“I–I’m looking for D–Damian M–Marius,” he stuttered nervously. “He said if I–I ever needed help to call him or come here and find him.” He pointed over his shoulder. “I used all my money to take a cab here and I’m ten bucks short. Can you cover me, and I’m sure Damian will pay you back?”
“Of course I can,” I answered immediately, wondering what his connection was to Damian. Just then, my buddy Vega walked through the front hall. “Dude, loan me a few twenties for cab fare for Damian’s friend here. My wallet’s upstairs.”
“Umm, sure.” He stared at our guest like he had a second head. Yeah, I felt the same way about a human just showing up here. But mostly I was just thrilled since he was my mate. Vega pulled out his wallet and handed me the money. I gave him a nod and turned to run outside to the cab.
“No, I’ll do it,” the little guy said immediately. “You’re not wearing a shirt and are all sweaty. You could catch a cold going outside like that.” I felt my jaw drop as he took the money and jogged back outside and to the cab.
“Why is there a human showing up here?” Vega hissed under his breath.
“I don’t know. Damian must have met him somewhere. He said that Damian gave him this address if the guy ever needed help,” I rambled quickly, wanting to get it out before he came back. “And he’s my mate.”
“Oh boy.” My friend shot me a glance I couldn’t interpret, and I didn’t have time to ask since the little guy came bounding back up the stairs to us. He tripped over the doorstep, and I moved just in time to catch him in my arms. I bit back a moan. God, he fit perfectly!
“Sorry, my ankle’s hurt,” he mumbled as he tried to move away. In a flash I had him up in my arms. I kicked the door closed as Vega chuckled and walked off. “What are you doing?”
“If your ankle’s hurt, then you shouldn’t be walking on it, little darlin’.” I gave him my best smile, trying to set him at ease though I was a stranger. “Damian Marius doesn’t live here, but I can take you to his house if you give me a few minutes to clean up.”
“Oh, I don’t want to trouble you or anything,” he said quietly, staring up at me through those long eyelashes. “Can I borrow your phone and call him? My pi—I mean mine’s broken.” Riiight because I couldn’t tell he had almost let something slip out.
“It’s no trouble at all.” I carried him off to my room before he could argue again. “Just let me hop in the shower and change and we can take a ride over to Damian. He lives less than an hour away. What’s your name, little darlin’?”
“You can call me anything you want,” he purred as he rubbed his finger over my nipple. I almost tripped at the contact and wave of lust I felt shooting through my body. Was my mate always this forward?
“I’d like to call you by your real name,” I whispered gently, wondering why he was acting like some hooker out of a chick flick. “I’m Travis Rhodes.”
“Emmett Loughlan.” He stopped touching me intimately and lowered his eyes as I got to my room. Hmm, odd. Now he seemed as if he felt I was rejecting his advances.
“Very nice to meet you, Emmett Loughlan.” I opened the door, walked over to the bed, and set him on it. I tucked a stray curl behind his ear. “Is there anything you need while I take a quick shower?” His stomach chose that moment to growl, and Emmett looked simply mortified. “Well, the kitchen’s closed, but I’ve got some snacks in my fridge that you’re more than welcome to.”
I knelt by the little fridge on the side of my desk and opened it for him to see. Emmett licked his lips, and I had to bite back another groan. My mate was so fucking sexy.
“Let’s get you cleaned up so you’ll feel a bit better and get some rest.”
I nodded, wondering what I’d done right in life to receive such gentle treatment from this god of a man. Travis grabbed a couple of towels and carried me to the communal bathroom. It was nice, almost like a small locker room that the guys living in the same corridor shared. He set me down on the counter, and I was glad the place was empty bedsides us. I liked having some alone time with him.
“But you already showered,” I teased as he went to turn on the shower in one of the curtained-off stalls.
“I’ve had enough dirty thoughts about you where I could use a good cleaning.” He gave me a wink as he strutted toward me. I didn’t think he even realized he did it. Travis was just so hot that he had to have his own strut.
“Me, too,” I whispered as he pulled off his shirt. “We might need to spend a lot of time showering if dirty thoughts can get my body dirty as well.”
“Sounds like a plan.” The second he was naked, he moved between my legs and kissed me within an inch of my life. Damn, he was good. I was really glad he’d talked me into kissing because I would have kicked my own ass for missing out on his talented lips. “Time to get you naked and wet.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, feeling a little like a wet noodle after kissing him. He got me naked in a flash and lifted me into his arms.
“God, you are gorgeous, darlin’,” he growled as he carried me into the shower.
“How are we supposed to get clean if you’re holding me?” I ignored the compliment. Sure, I had men compliment me all the time, but it wasn’t a big thing. Something about Travis made everything different and what he said to me was a very big thing.
“I’m going to set you down and wash you, but I don’t want you to put any weight on that ankle. Hold on to me for support.”
“Okay,” I squeaked as he set me on my foot. I immediately reached out and grabbed his hard, huge cock. “I’m holding on.”
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, darlin’.” He gasped as he thrust into my hand a few times. “Are you sure you want this? I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”
“I’m supposed to take care of my sugar daddy.” I froze when he looked down at me with such pain in his eyes. Then his hard-on started to wilt. It hit me like a ton of bricks. He didn’t want to be my sugar daddy! Did he just agree to it so he could be with me?
“In all my years of doing what I do, I’ve never initiated touching someone without being told to,” I said gently as I kept stroking his cock. “I want you, Travis. Touching you is like breathing and something I need.”
“You swear to me that you’re not just doing this because you think you have to?” He looked worried at what I was going to say, but his dick was taking renewed interest.
“I swear. You made me promise no being fake with you or doing anything that I wasn’t into.” How could he doubt himself like this? Who wouldn’t want to touch him? But then again, I did appreciate him checking with me that I wanted this. No one had ever done that before.
“Thank you, darlin’,” he purred, brushing his lips over mine. I stroked him faster, and he moved my other hand to his hip so I had support. Then he started thrusting so my hand moved faster against him. The man was so well hung that my hand couldn’t fit all the way around. He urged me on, calling me his hot little darlin’ over and over again. I knew he was doing it because I said I liked the name. It made me fall just a little bit in love with him.
“Drink from me,” I whispered, tilting my neck so he had all the access he wanted. His eyes lit up as his nostrils flared.
“As soon as I come,” he moaned, looking away from my neck. That was odd. All the vampires I’d been with liked to drink while they were coming. Maybe Travis just liked to drag things out instead of increasing the intensity all at one time. “Coming, darlin’. Gonna paint you with my seed so you know who you belong to.”
The statement was so kinky and possessive it made my knees go weak. God, did I wish I really did belong to him. He gasped several times and then roared out my name. I made sure that his cum landed on my chest, stomach, and groin, getting as much of it on me as I could. When he was spent, Travis moved his hands on either side of my head, leaning down so our foreheads could touch, and blocking the water stream.
“Jesus, darlin’. You have no idea how much I needed that,” he panted, still shaking from the force of his orgasm.
“It looked good but it felt good on my end, too,” I purred. I waited until his eyes snapped open before rubbing my fingers in his cum, touching my cock as I used it for slick. “You marked me.”
“And I ain’t done doin’ it yet!” In a flash he lifted me into his arms, pressing me against the tiles and fisting his hand in my hair. He pulled my neck to the side and sank his fangs into my neck.