[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, sex in partially shifted form, HEA]
Wolfe has a century under his belt as an Alpha werewolf for a small outcast pack. He loves taking care of those who have been rejected by their birth packs or lost them in accidents or wars. But Wolfe is lonely, as he hasn’t yet found his mate to share his burdens of leadership or his passions in bed. One night he catches an alluring scent and gives chase to a cute but surprisingly reluctant guy named Peter. Though smart, funny and headstrong, Peter is a rabbit shifter. And wolves and bunnies don’t mix, do they? Their first encounter certainly suggests so. They seem to have nothing in common. Wolfe is a bounty hunter living on a knife-edge of danger while Peter shelters discarded and wounded animals, believing in peace and mercy. For these two vastly different men learning to trust one another for a working relationship is a lesson in love.
A Siren Erotic Romance
- Christy Duke
5 STARS: "Susan Laine is another author that I have found to be a hit. I chose this book because the title intrigued me. Most times wolves eat bunnies and not in a good way. So when I saw this book I knew I had to get my hands on it. It was a fascinating tale about mates and how they don’t always just jump into a relationship, but proves that it takes a lot of work to make it. Wolfe is the pack Alpha and has been doing a pretty good job at it. His pack is one that is unusual. Most packs are born into it. However, Wolfe’s pack is from all over. His father had been a pack Alpha and when the beta wanted to be Alpha he told Wolfe’s secret. After being forced to leave his pack, he had made the choice to start a pack of his own. So out one night, he smells the best scent. A scent that calls not only to him but also to his wolf. He has found his mate, and surprise his mate is a bunny shifter. Peter is a bunny shifter and is afraid of his mate. Wolves eat bunnies, and in this case, he is right and wrong. He is about to get eaten but in a very good way. It takes some time to trust his mate and fall in love, but he wants to take his time. He wants to get to know his mate. However, his mate just wants to get to it. He has to stand up to him but his will power is not as strong as he wants, because he wants his mate also. And when they get together, it is like hot sex on a stick. I had a blast reading this and hope that this is just a start to many more stories like this one. I loved it and look forward to reading more by Susan. The characters are well written and grab your attention from the start. You will fall in love with them and laugh at their antics. It gives you a strong Alpha wolf, a feisty bunny mate, excitement, a bit of temperaments and some hot sex. It had caught my attention from the moment I started reading it and kept it all the way to the end. It gave me almost everything I could want in a story, although I wished for a bit of danger to be added, I was quite surprised by it. I would recommend reading this amazing story and checking out the rest by Susan." -- Lisa, MM Good Book Reviews
4 NYMPHS: "Wolfe and His Bunny is a delightfully amusing story of natural enemies learning to love as well as build a future together. Peter’s first instinct was to run when he first met Wolfe, but on closer inspection Peter discovers that they have a lot in common. For example, both men are caregivers. Peter works at an animal shelter taking care of all sorts of abandoned animals. Wolfe is the alpha to a pack of men and women who were made into werewolves rather than born wolf shifters. Susan Laine has created an impressively appealing, sizzling romantic saga that I enjoyed immensely. " -- Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
4 CUPS: "One whiff is all it takes for Wolfe to know he has found his mate. Actually catching him proves to be a little trickier. Hiding from danger is pure instinct for Peter, although he is more than capable of holding his own if the need arises. In Wolfe’s mind it is an easy matter of introducing himself to his mate and then letting nature take its course. Finding out that his mate is a rabbit shifter, who has no use for his heavy-handed predatory attitude, is going to take some rethinking. If Peter is willing to give him a chance, Wolfe will do anything to make his mate one very happy bunny. There is no limit to the imagination of this author. Her characters are just that…total characters! Wolfe and Peter laugh, love, and bicker like they have been married forever. Their story is charmingly sweet and sometimes silly, but they easily make you smile." -- Lototy, Coffee Time Romance
"One of my favorite tropes in shifter lore is a prey shifter bonding with a predator shifter. This can go one of two ways. Either it is a “serious” look at what happens when two natural enemies (at least in shifter form) have to work out how to live together and use their human side to deal with the issues. Or, and I think that is the case with ‘Wolfe and His Bunny’, it is a humorous look at some of the preconceived notions we have about prey and predator and what happens when the two meet and try to have a relationship. But there is more than humor to this story. While never taking things too seriously, the author has still managed to develop a setting that has some of the shifter trope elements – just enough to take a lighthearted look at bunnies bonding with wolves. And she succeeded – I am still smiling. Wolfe is, in many ways, the stereotypical alpha. He is possessive, protective, physically strong, set in his ways, my-way-or-the-highway kind of stubborn. Empathy and flexibility are not words in his vocabulary. He was born in the late 18th century and seems not to have learned much since then. Or has he? When I looked at him more carefully, there were signs that he was not all about fulfilling the stereotype. Different from the all-powerful alpha, he knows what it is like to be rejected and alone, having lost his parents when he was a kid and growing up in an orphanage. As a result, he has formed his own pack, and all its members are outcasts in some way or another. So I had hope for him. Peter may be a bunny shifter and his name alone - references to Beatrix Potter’s “Peter the rabbit” included – made me laugh. But. Despite the physical fear he feels when he meets Wolfe, he is not a pushover. He stands up for what he believes in, refuses the mating bite until they know each other better, and leads Wolfe on a learning curve about what partnership means. Yet Peter is not without flaws. He needs to work on his tendency to run and to give up. His empathy with where Wolfe comes from needs work, and his ability to compromise is not exactly stellar. I loved his playful side and some of the other “bunny characteristics” that came through once the physical relationship kicked off. If you like shifter stories that contain more than a little humor, if a story about prey and predator figuring out how to live together sounds like fun, and if you’re looking for a read that is funny, cute, and very hot, then you will probably like this novella. I am certainly glad there are more books in this entertaining series!" -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
“What the hell are you doing, Wolfe?” Dillon, his best friend, sounded irritated as he stepped out of the car, gripping the roof with one hand.
“I smelled something wonderful.”
“Say what now?”
Wolfe knew it had sounded lame and ridiculous. But he never censored himself. No self-respecting man did. “I can’t find it,” he muttered as he stood up and scanned the crowd, almost desperate to get even a small sniff of that delicious smell. Whatever it was, it awakened his senses and desires. He didn’t care if he sported a boner in public.
“Dude!” Apparently at least his best friend had noticed the bulge in his jeans. “Get a grip. The race is about to start. Get your ass inside.” Dillon harrumphed loudly and ducked back into the car, slamming the door shut fiercely in protest.
The scent was gone. Grumpy, Wolfe grudgingly hopped down to the ground, got in the car, and glared at Dillon. “You’d better pray I find it again.”
Dillon rolled his eyes as he started the ignition. “When we win the race, I’ll make sure there’s a dozen plump and bouncy asses for you to sink your impetuous dick in, okay? Jesus, you’re such a fucking horn-dog.”
Wolfe grinned despite his vexation at getting a glimpse of paradise and then losing it. Dillon was his childhood friend, and his Beta. Irreverent flips were a bonus. “You’re a prince among men, Dil. And it’s a horn-wolf.”
Dillon chuckled. “You said it, brother.”
They fist-pumped, and then Dillon gunned the engine, heading for the starting line. To mark the place, a few scantily-clad girls danced about, wiggling their hips and giggling en masse. If Wolfe had been so inclined, he would have jumped into a sea of willing female flesh. Since he was gay, he stayed put in the passenger seat.
“What’s the take tonight?” he asked, giving the competition a once-over. Wolfe knew most of the other serious drivers in the scene, and only one—Dyson—was a threat. He was reckless enough to take dangerous chances to win, exactly like Wolfe, and he had half a dozen wins under his belt.
“20 Gs.” Dillon frowned as he too studied his opponents. “Shit. I thought Dyson was out of town.”
Wolfe quirked an eyebrow, snorting. “What’s it matter? He’ll be eating our dust, like the rest of them.” He looked ahead, out through of the windshield. “Drive to win, or I’ll drive my fist through your ribcage.”
Dillon chuckled at the usual banter. “Buckle up, brother.”
They didn’t have to wait long, and once begun, the race didn’t take long at all. Going down a couple of barricaded streets, making a turn by the abandoned train yard, and coming back through the blockaded, ruined buildings. Simple enough.
It was only on the last stretch of the track when things got dicey. Dillon sped into the rundown building, huge cement columns whisking past them as they zigzagged through the rubble and sand.
The car jolted hard, with a metallic screeching sound, when Dyson rammed right into their side, trying to force them to the wall.
“Son of a bitch!” Dillon shouted, correcting the car after it swerved about. He growled, pissed off. “I’ll kill him.”
“Win the race. That’ll show his measly ass his proper place.” Wolfe grinned at his best friend’s vehemence and drive, and made sure his seat belt was fastened tight when Dillon stomped hard on the gas pedal and really let it rip, the scent of diesel strong in the air.
The finish line was in sight by the time Dillon smashed the front of his car right into Dyson’s rear end, sending him into a gliding spiral, and accelerated past him, right over the finish line. Dyson might make it over the line in one piece, but it’d be too late to win then. Dillon hollered in triumph, Wolfe joined him, and they fist-bumped. Dillon turned the wheel and hit the brakes, and the car slid to a halt in front of a boisterous, congratulatory crowd.
Dillon bounced out, raised his hands high, and shouted his victory. The people around responded in the same vein.
Wolfe might have done the same had he not smelled the divine fragrance again.
Whirling around on his heels, he turned his head this way and that, sniffing, searching for that elusive sensation which came and went with the speed of a fickle breeze. It took a moment but he spotted a smaller group in the background—and there, in their midst, stood a beauty.
Wolfe’s eyes widened as he was mesmerized by the sight.
The young man, perhaps no more than twenty, fidgeted awkwardly in the middle of a group of men who talked past him. His skin held an incandescent glow of health and sunshine, his hair was a fluffy mass of blond curls, and his green eyes followed the conversation going on around him. He had the cutest little button nose and small jug ears, slightly buck teeth plus plump lips one could suck and nibble on for days on end, and an enticingly slender figure that would undoubtedly bend nicely this way and that.
The boy seemed wholly out of place in the street racing scene, inconspicuous, shy, and small. Even his clothes—a tight gray sweater over a white button-down shirt, tight fit, gray cargo khakis, and white tennis shoes—appeared demure and preppy. Wolfe couldn’t stop staring.
But his nose was right on target. The tempting scent emanated from the young man, a natural perfume of masculine beauty. Wolfe licked his lips in hunger.
Without thinking more about it, he beelined for the boy in a rush, shoving people out of his way roughly, uncaringly.
Then it happened.
This time when Peter smiled it was sweet and loving and suggested of possibilities for the future Wolfe discovered he couldn’t wait to experience. Peter was his even though they hadn’t yet claimed one another in the sexual and biochemical sense. All in good time. And were those tears of happiness brimming in Peter’s eyes?
Wolfe let his body mold itself against Peter’s as he kissed his cute bunny with gusto for several minutes. Now, as their naked bodies ground together, Wolfe let his mouth learn Peter’s taste, his hands learn Peter’s skin and figure, and his cock kiss Peter’s cock, both leaving wet trails of pre-cum in their wake. In a hundred years, Wolfe had been with many men and women but only now did he understand what it meant to be with “the one.”
Breathless, he broke the kiss. “So…which way do you wanna do this?”
Peter’s green eyes shimmered, kind of glossy with lust. “Need you inside me. Wolfe, please fuck me. Do it now.”
“Lube?” Wolfe asked, feeling how his self-control was waning as his lust was waxing. He had to claim his mate, at least sexually, and soon too.
Peter pointed at the bedside table, and Wolfe yanked open the drawer, fumbled inside, and retrieved the scrunched up tube of lube. Something on Wolfe’s face must have shown how he felt at that moment because Peter cupped Wolfe’s face and locked their gazes. “I use it myself. I’ve got a couple of decent-size dildos in a drawer in the wardrobe.”
Now that was promising, Wolfe thought, and grinned. He was glad Peter hadn’t used this lube with another guy. Somehow that felt almost sacrilegious. Wolfe understood Peter was no virgin, but the mere idea made him snarl and want to tear something to shreds.
Shoving the negative thoughts aside, Wolfe popped open the cap of the tube, smeared some on his fingers, and proceeded to lather it on Peter’s hole, pink and twitching and beckoning to be taken and ravaged. Though this was their first time, they were both too hungry and needy to take their time and enjoy every potential nuance of lovemaking.
No, this time it would be rough, wild, and frantic, a chase between pleasuring a lover and seeking that blinding flash of orgasm.
Though Wolfe wasn’t a poet by any means, to him Peter was like a blooming flower, a bud opening up for Wolfe’s loving touch. Wolfe didn’t want to hurt his mate, but the way he probed Peter’s innards told him that Peter was no newbie at anal sex.
“Dammit to hell, Wolfe,” Peter cried out suddenly, pushing his butt back to Wolfe’s penetrating digits, his whole body rocking to the touch. “Why are you pussyfooting back there?”
Wolfe couldn’t help but laugh at his mate’s coarse language, and after a heartbeat Peter joined in. His relaxed stated was enough for Wolfe, who coated his cock with lube, hooked his arms under Peter’s bent knees, and aimed his dick at Peter’s opening. “No more beating around the bush, bunny, or hopping, as it were. This wolf’s gonna huff and puff and blow your fucking mind.”
Without further preamble, Wolfe pushed his cock in, no pauses nor hesitation, to the sound of Peter whimpering at the rough invasion.
“Shit.” Wolfe was in heaven. He was surrounded by the silky smooth, sweet-smelling skin of his mate, the male musk and earthy rabbit odors pungent, and he wanted to drown himself in Peter, perhaps never to resurface again from his trip down the rabbit hole. He dropped down on his hands above Peter, and started to rock gently.
Then he heard a most curious sound. A soft nasal oink, almost inaudible. And it came from Peter. Wolfe stared, enraptured. Was that a bunny sex noise? How cute. Smiling, Wolfe kissed his mate deeply, lowering himself on top of Peter, keeping the pretty bunny’s cock between them, trapped and grinding. Peter wrapped his arms around Wolfe’s neck and pulled him closer, as if there was any space left between them.
Wolfe lost himself in heat, rutting like an animal. He plunged his dick into the most delicious, tightest and perkiest little ass in all the world. Peter was made for Wolfe, a perfect mate in every way. Wolfe lifted his head to see Peter’s sex face and was rewarded with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, flushed skin, and rough panting as a slick, pink tongue slipped out to wet full, luscious lips, swollen from Wolfe’s kisses and his cock.
“Damn, bunny, you do look good enough to eat,” he murmured.
This time Peter seemed to understand the words weren’t meant to be taken literally but as dirty pillow talk. Peter grinned and wiggled his ass even though Wolfe held onto his slim hips. Wolfe bent down to retake those sweet lips and thrust his cock hard in and out, conquering Peter’s flawless backside.
But the beast within demanded more, rougher, harder, deeper.
“Baby, I’m gonna turn you over, okay?” Wolfe muttered into the kiss.