[Siren Classic ManLove: Alternative Interracial Paranormal Romantic Suspense Romance, MM, with BDSM elements, shape-shifter, HEA]
Covington left home for college and has been back to Talonwitch many times, but when he’s summoned home he knows there has to be a So, with his lover in tow, Cove heads home finding danger stalking the town and an inheritance he never expected to get.
Cameron’s relationship with Cove is on the verge of falling apart, but Cameron can’t just let Cove go without trying to work it out. As a result, he tags along with reconciliation in mind.
Cove’s family is anything but receptive to him bringing home a man so pretty he could be a woman. Not only that, Cove’s mother insists Cove settles down with a woman, only his hawk isn’t willing to let Cameron go. To claim Cameron, Cove knows he has to be honest with Cameron, and Cameron has to release his own fears. But will Cameron take that final leap and accept the claim?
“Howdy,” he greeted in a friendly tone. “Crofton Anderson. Let’s get you inside.”
“Thanks, but I can make it in without the umbrella,” Cameron said.
Croft gave him a nod. “Go on then and make yourself at home.”
“Thank you.” Cameron climbed out and hurried inside.
“He’s kind of pretty, ain’t he?” Croft commented, grabbing one of three bags. “If not for the Adam’s apple, I’d have thought he was a girl. He’s got that black stuff on his eyes, too. Boy, what are you thinking?”
This was what he was afraid of. It was bad enough his family would rag his ass about being gay, but they’d add insult to injury by judging the man he used to call his pretty baby.
“What do you mean?” Cove climbed out and grabbed the bag on the seat behind his.
“Don’t play stupid,” Croft muttered. “That’s not natural. It’s bad enough you take a man to your bed, but a white one and one who looks like a girl? Doesn’t that make you think maybe you’ve been fooling yourself all this time, and you really like women?”
Cove grunted. “I know what I am, Uncle,” he grumbled. “And the look of Cameron is natural for Cameron,” he replied with a hint of a smile.
When Cove had first seen Cameron in that bar, he’d been taken aback. Everything about him screamed female.
“At any rate, I’m glad you’re here. Let’s get out of this wet stuff.”
Cove chuckled as he followed his uncle inside with his bag to find Cameron waiting for them near the door a hesitant look on his face.
His uncle looked Cameron up and down slowly as if attempting to find some other wrong, but Cameron stood there, nonchalant beneath the stare, looking as appealing as ever with his braid over his shoulder and a hand on his hip showing off the black-painted nails and gold ring on his pinky.
Croft cleared his throat and looked away. “Well, I’m going to show you two to your rooms—"
“Our room,” Cove said evenly. “If you don’t have a problem with us sleeping together in your home, that is.” He knew Croft probably did, but the closer he and Cameron were the sooner they both realized they were over.
His uncle’s brown eyes came to rest on him, and Cove grimaced as Croft’s gaze shifted from him to Cameron and back again.
“No problem, son,” he said. “I’ll show you to your room, let you get settled, and put together a little light meal. I’m starved myself. Soup good for you two?” The words came out all stiff syllables and crisp cadence.
“That’ll be fine, Uncle,” he said with a nod.
“Okay then,” Croft said and motioned to the staircase before leading the way.
Cove met Cameron’s gaze, saw something akin to disgust in them, and he wondered what had passed across his own face that made Cameron look at him that way. Pushing past the moment, Cove waved a hand and Cameron followed in Croft’s wake.
The room Croft showed them was a spacious one with a queen bed in the middle of the room. The heavy headboard had simple lines as did the footboard. There was a bench at the end, a dresser across from the bed, and a simple rug on the wood floor. The heavy curtains were closed against the rain.
“I’ll just put your things down here,” his uncle said, giving Cove a look. “Can you help me with lunch?”
“I’ll be down in a minute,” Cove said.
Croft gave him a curt nod and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Cove sighed deeply and turned his gaze on Cameron.
“Is it me you’re ashamed of or yourself?” Cameron asked. “If you could have seen the look on your face and his when he was looking at me—”
“You wanted to meet them. Now, stop bitching,” he muttered and ran a hand over his hair. He wasn’t ashamed, not much.
“Go,” Cameron told him. “I’m sure I can stand being alone for a few minutes. It’s not like I’m staying here past tonight.”
“You’re staying as long as I’m staying, brat,” Cove snapped, keeping his voice low.
“Why?” Cameron demanded. “Your uncle is clearly disgusted by me, and you’re ashamed. So let’s save us both a little tension and a lot of pain.”
Hurt shone in those pretty eyes, and it cut across Cove’s heart making his chest hurt. “Just follow my lead with my family.”
Cameron’s brows knit in a frown. “Meaning?”
“Exactly what I said.” Cove ran a hand over his short black hair, the curls soft beneath his hand. “I’m going to go help my uncle. Find out why it was so urgent for me to come here.”
“I just suggested that.” Cameron’s tone was patient with a hint of amusement. “But, Covington, you should have just told me you were disgusted by the way I look and yourself for liking it.”
Cove gave him a cool stare before heading after his uncle. He wasn’t ashamed of being gay except around his family. He certainly wasn’t disgusted by Cameron.
Yeah, he was a little on the feminine side in looks, but there was nothing about him that Cove didn’t like.
Even naked, Cameron turned him on, though he shouldn’t have. Having done his own research after seeing Cameron naked that first time and by accident, he’d learned why Cameron was so different from other men in looks.
In his younger days, Cove would have been turned off by it, but experience and age had exposed him to many things in his line of work that had left him both a little jaded and a little wiser.
All right.” Cameron ended the call and climbed from the bed. “Cove? Sweetie?” He called to no avail.
He frowned and bird called. No answer.
Cameron went outside and did another bird call. From the pre-dawn sky came an answering call. He went back inside and headed into the bathroom. He was in the shower when Cove came in.
“What’s up?” he asked from the other side.
“Danny called. He said it was about last night.”
“I’m going to the hospital. Do you want to come?”
“I’ll be ready in ten.”
Cove came back in a moment later and climbed in with him. He kissed the nape of Cameron’s neck and curved his arms around him.
“What warranted such an early call?”
“The crime scene was burned to the ground last night, and two cops were killed,” he said. “He’s going over to Crow-Raven to see what else he can find out.” Cove nipped his shoulder and rubbed his cock against the crease of Cameron’s ass.
He moaned. “So, you to have go over there?”
“Not this moment,” he said, and his hand glided between Cameron’s thighs. “I want you.”
“I can tell,” he said. They made love more in the last week than they had in the last six months combined. “Here.” He passed Cove a bottle of lube from the caddy. He’d brought it in with his toiletries, assuming they might need it in the future.
Cove took it as Cameron faced him and leaned up to kiss him. Cove moaned as their tongues dueled.
Cameron trailed kisses down the column to flick his tongue in the hollow at the base of Cove’s throat. Cove groaned, gliding a hand up Cameron’s back and the other down to cup his ass.
He traced kisses along Cove’s jaw before claiming Cove’s lips. They tasted each other slowly and Cameron moved his hand between them. He curled his fingers around Cove’s thick cock and ran his thumb over the head.
Cove shuddered, and Cameron smiled as he caressed Cove’s chest which was lightly sprinkled with dark curling hair. Cameron lowered his head and traced his tongue along the collarbone. Nipped hard and sucked.
“Cameron.” Cove said his name breathlessly. “Ah, yes.”
He flicked his tongue over the flat nipple again as Cove often did with him before scraping over it with his teeth.
The soft chirp falling from Cove’s lips was sweet music to his ears, and Cameron bit him before sucking the flat disc into his mouth while raking his nails over Cove’s back lightly and Cove arched into him.
He lifted his head to circle the nipple before sucking it again then moving to the twin.
“Hell, yeah, Cameron, love me.” Cove’s voice was rough with lust.
Cameron flicked the nipple again as Cove flicked the cap of the lube open.
Cameron pumped Cove’s shaft, letting the head hit his palm, and Cove sucked in a breath. Cameron cupped Cove’s balls and increased the suction of his mouth on his nipple, and Cove slipped a finger into Cameron’s ass. Cameron’s skin heated even more, and his heart beat faster in anticipation.
Cove withdrew his fingers and added more lube, and Cameron moaned as Cove thrust two fingers inside him.
“Baby, I need you now,” Cameron said on a whimper. He couldn’t wait, didn’t want to wait as Cove thrust into him, parted his fingers to stretch Cameron’s tight ass.
“A little more patience,” Cove urged.
Cameron gave Cove’s dick a pull, and Cove pulled his fingers free.
“I owe you a couple of swats for rushing me,” he muttered and turned Cameron around to face the tile. Cameron smiled and leaned into it, startling at the coolness against his warm skin.
Cove’s hand landed on his ass, and the sting had him jumping. Cove gave him another tap and Cameron winced, but Cove didn’t prolong the pleasure. He pushed the bloated head of his cock into Cameron’s ass and took him in two firm strokes.
Cameron hissed. It always felt so good when Cove was inside him. It was as if his dick became a magic wand made to send him up in flames. He squeezed his inner muscles around the hard length, and a chirp floated on the air.
“You feel so fucking good,” Cove muttered, gliding his hand down between Cameron’s thighs. He found Cameron’s clit and stroked it.
Cameron whimpered, and Cove kissed the side of his neck. “You have a way, Cove,” Cameron said. “Of stealing my will and making my body your willing toy.”
Cove pulled almost all the way out and drove back in. He gripped one of Cameron’s hips and sank two fingers into his pussy.
“Oh, shit, Cove,” Cameron said.
“Is that good or too much?” Cove asked.
“Delicious,” he said, and Cove began to fuck him, his pace building the fire in Cameron’s loins as his head swam. God, the man was so damn good.