[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Sci-Fi Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
Blurb
Tallis Hynes knows he is different, but a dragon? After being kidnapped from his apartment during the night and locked in a cell with two strangers claiming to be his lost brothers, he is mercilessly exposed to secrets that had been withheld all his life. Unfortunately, their enemies want the power they possess, and won't stop until they get it, at any cost.
Zhett Rhiodan, chaos dragon by birth and fierce warrior of the Khoronian race, is on a mission to find the four lost Hynesin heirs and return them to the king of Khorone. Like everything in his life, his mission is complicated when he locates three of the four brothers and learns Tallis is his mate.
When the threat to the heirs makes an appearance, the entire mission is at risk for failure. Can Zhett keep his mate safe when all hell breaks loose? Or will the Khoronian people fall into the hands of evil?
STORY EXCERPT
A strange swish kept him from curling around the pillow and humping it like a dog marking territory.
Heat crept along his cheeks. He peeled back his eyelids and stared at the dark wall directly in front of him. His flesh tingled along his naked back.
“You’re awake.”
Tallis swallowed down a whimper. He’d heard that same deep, velvety voice so many times since the fight in the forest. It belonged to a man that left him yearning for more than talk. The fierce onslaught of need was almost as crippling as the serum he’d suffered through again.
Slowly, trying to keep his wits about him, Tallis rolled over. His gaze landed on a tall, solid man with the most beautiful amber eyes. His hair was as jet as the leathers that covered him from throat to toe. The strands shone under the dim lighting. He had a cruel ruggedness about him, an air of “don’t fuck with me if you want to keep your balls” that thickened the air in the room. The gentle slant of his eyes, the enhancing arch of his dark brows, and the hint of whiskers that lined his strong jaw left Tallis breathless.
His heart beat in his throat. The burn along his shaft intensified the moment the man’s nostrils flared and a hunger that matched his own swallowed up his eyes.
The man who came around this bad boy rolled his eyes to the ceiling and motioned leather-man to a chair.
“Good afternoon,” this acquaintance greeted. Tallis spared him a glance before his attention returned to leather-man. He licked his lips and earned a low-resonating growl from his target. “My name is Doryan. I’m the physician on the Dalistine. Zhett brought you on board after you were injected with a neuromuscular control agent. How are you feeling?”
“Good,” Tallis whispered. God, he’d feel so much better if that lovely piece of manliness would help out with his growing—he wiggled against the mattress—problem.
“Wonderful. Do you recall your name?”
“Tallis Hynes.”
Leather-man scowled. “Tallis Castalline. Castalline is your birth name.”
Castalline. Where had he heard that before?
Tallis finally managed to tear his gaze away from leather-man and look at the doctor as he pulled a penlight from his lab coat pocket. When he turned it on, an ice-blue light spread down the side of the pen and drew a hot path along his body.
“What is that?” Tallis demanded, shoving himself out from under the strange light, smacking his head against the wall. “Why is it hot?”
“I’m scanning your body for potential remnants of the agent.” Doryan patted the bed. “Lie down, son. It’ll take a minute.”
Tallis shook his head, scurrying away from the physician. “I’ve never seen something like that before and I don’t know you.”
“I understand, but I must check your systems to ensure the antidote worked. Your reaction to the injection was”—the man cast leather-man—Zhett—a shaded glance—“worrisome.”
A strangled sound rushed past his lips as his feet hit the floor at the foot of the bed. The doctor blocked his escape.
Zhett crossed the small space to the doctor and forced him aside, only to take his place. Tallis sank back until he stepped into the wall.
“Come to me,” Zhett said. Tallis stared at him, allowing the sound of his low, husky voice to unfurl throughout his body and calm the sparks of anxiety his doctor friend elicited. His feet moved without his consent, but he didn’t care, because they brought him to Zhett, a man who made his mind mush and his flesh tingle. A man who poured fire into his cool blood and who intoxicated his senses.
Tallis didn’t recoil at the man’s airy touch across the bone of his cheek. The faintest sensation of sparks followed the path he drew. His eyelids grew heavy, weighted down with both arousal and comfort. An alien breath coiled up his throat, a combination of hot and cold. It slid along his tongue and a faint plume of foggy vapor filled the immediate space beyond his lips as he exhaled.
“He will not harm you,” Zhett assured, his calming touch slipping down the side of his neck. Tallis fought to hold onto a clear image of the man as he swayed. “Doryan created an antidote when the Bhrykis attacked me a few months ago.”
Zhett pulled his hand away, severing their connection, and unfastened an intricate line of gold clasps along his neck. He tipped his head to the side and tugged the leather down, exposing a scar just above the juncture of his shoulder.
“I didn’t suffer the convulsions like you did, but it was a painful experience nonetheless.” Zhett smoothed up the collar of his suit and fastened the clasps. “The men you encountered in the woods launched an attack on your grandfather. Only by happenstance was I there discussing the final details of this mission with him.”
The mention of a grandfather whipped him right into reality. He stepped back, eyes narrowed, and shook his head. “I don’t have a grandfather. Living, at least.”
Confusion cut across Zhett’s devastatingly handsome face. Those gleaming amber eyes flecked with obsidian shot to Doryan and left Tallis to stare at his sharp profile.
God, he wanted to lick him. Maybe devour him if Zhett didn’t do the devouring first.
ADULT EXCERPT
Zhett’s eyes pulsed with an unseen backlight, but the shape of his pupils stunned him. A vertical slit replaced the circular blackness. Several small, black scales lined his eyes. The man looked downright fierce and starved and passionate all in one. In that instant, Tallis saw the creature in his mind, a magnificent black image of fantasy come reality.
“My dragon,” he whispered, his knees falling open. The scales stretched over Zhett’s temples and Tallis craved to see his mate in his dragon form. When only a short time ago he balked at the idea of dragons, Zhett had made him a believer in his simple and tender deliverance of proof. “I want to see you.”
Zhett tipped his chin up and flicked open each fastening along his neck. “Let yours out, little mate. He’s prowling your mind, waiting for you to open yourself. Let me see him.”
Tallis’s eyes widened as the leather suit fell open behind Zhett’s fast-working fingers. The man was a powerhouse of hard, formed muscle, from the deep cuts of his pecs to the rippling terrain of his abs. Cords of honed muscle created the beautiful geography of his shoulders, his biceps, all the way down to his forearms. Zhett peeled the suit off his wrist.
Tallis gasped and fell flat on his back when Zhett came over him, laying his hips flush to Tallis’s. Those reptilian eyes held him in awe. He reached up and traced a finger along the path of the finer scales around his eyes.
“Let him play, precious,” Zhett coaxed in his riveting husk that honey-coated Tallis’s senses. Tallis moaned, biting his swollen lower lip and arching off the mattress. Zhett teased him with a slow, tight thrust of his hips, sliding their dicks together. Cream had already drenched the inside of Tallis’s pants. Zhett’s lips brushed along his throat. “Accept him.” Another airy brush of heat. “Don’t force him back.”
Zhett was inside his mind. Tallis crooned, absorbing the powerful presence that filled the voids inside him. He did not speak like Cyon and Tae had, but the very essence of his being connecting on this intimate level was beyond words. He guided the entity within him forward, bringing the unseen creature closer and closer to the surface of Tallis’s mind.
“Wear your scales, Tallis. Wear them for me.”
The sensation of hot and cold merged with his skin. The creature Zhett guided broke through the surface, releasing a rush of pure excitement and heightened pleasure.
“Ah, ah. Oh god.” Tallis’s eyes shot open. The clarity with which he stared at Zhett made him momentarily dizzy. He knew about his strange night vision gift, but this was different. It was him, but it wasn’t him, staring up at Zhett, whose black scales had climbed between his brows, split across his forehead, and disappeared into his hair.
A dark, hungry smile settled over his mouth. “Beautiful.”
The warrior didn’t give him a chance to speak before consuming him once more in a soul-penetrating kiss. Tallis writhed beneath the tender touch of his mate, his flesh on fire from each light pathway the man’s hand drew over his chest, his stomach, his side. His pants were inched lower, the tip of his cock finally released from its wet confines.
Zhett reared up with a low, rumbling growl. His gaze fell to Tallis’s waist. He licked his lips and took a deep breath.
“Gods, you smell like summer heat after a long winter’s eve.” Zhett tugged the pants down his legs until he freed Tallis completely. The room’s warm air kissed his cream, igniting a rippling of pleasure down his shaft. He fisted the base of his cock and stroked his erection, enamored by Zhett’s agility as he peeled off the rest of his leather. His eyes dropped to the jutting dick, glistening with moisture over a swollen, purple head.
But it was the potent aroma of earthy musk and the hint of sweetness that robbed him of thought.
Tallis sat up and grabbed Zhett’s hips, ignoring the pain in his own dick to wrap his lips around that bulbous head and suckle every drop of juice dribbling out of Zhett’s slit. He moaned over and over, urging more of the man’s flavor to slide over his tongue. Closing his eyes, he savored the texture of Zhett’s cock, every silky ridge and firm inch.
Zhett fucked his mouth. One of his strong hands laced in his hair and held him close. Tallis didn’t need the silent cue. He wanted more and more, and he swallowed Zhett back as far as he could. The man was large, like the rest of him. Tallis cupped the firm globes of his mate’s ass, kneading the muscled mounds, rocking the man into his mouth.
“Take me, little mate.” Zhett braced a knee on the edge of the bed beside Tallis. “Yes, precious. Gods bless, I’m going to bust.”
Tallis sucked hard, running his mouth up and down Zhett’s length. The man’s dick swelled over his tongue.
When the first wave of Zhett’s orgasm broke free, Tallis cried out, swallowing down the fierce jets of cum as his own body shuddered in delight. Zhett’s ferocious roar filled his ears, his chest, his heart, and he took every last drop of his salty-sweet cream with pleasure.
Zhett pulled him off his cock and stepped back, raking his carnal gaze over Tallis. The man was still hard, that sexy organ erect and wet from Tallis’s mouth.
“I’ll be right back,” Zhett said.
“Better be.” Tallis flashed him a smile when he cast another glowing look over his shoulder before disappearing through a door. He situated himself at the center of the bed, and waited for his mate to return and give him a little more than his stolen taste of sin.
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[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, shape-shifters, HEA]
Duncan McTavish is the high dragon of his clan that he fought and paid for with blood. Now he wants peace, and he will start with the wolf pack at the bottom of his mountain. He will unite his clan with Clyde's pack by mating with an omega.
But a betrayal is revealed when a handsome young omega runs to Duncan, revealing everything. Clyde intended to go back on the peace treaty and kill the dragons while their guard was down.
Duncan won't align himself with Clyde, but he can't leave the omega behind to face punishment either, especially since the much younger man is his mate.
Joey Litman is just happy he was able to save himself and his friends before anything worse could happen to them, and when he's brought to a fancy room, he assumes Duncan wants to mate with him. He's not wrong, and he intends on letting the handsome man seduce him all he wants.
A Siren Erotic Romance
EXCERPT
“Joey! You get back to your room right now!” Clyde snapped, and out of the corner of his eye, Joey watched his alpha storm over to them. He needed to get this out quickly before this dragon was ambushed or something.
“Those omegas are going to go up the mountain and kill you all. They were ordered to lie low, get in bed with anyone who asked them for sex, and then attack when they weren’t being watched!”
Joey yelled out in pain when his hair was grabbed up in Clyde’s strong fist, and he was yanked to his feet.
And then he was immediately released again when the big dragon-man with the metal-looking fists and claws opened his mouth and roared at him.
It was a sound much more terrifying than anything Joey had ever heard coming from an alpha. Maybe that was just because he’d never heard a dragon make that noise before.
The other dragon, the one who was starting to look a little ill with all the purple scales growing on him, called out to his leader. “Duncan?”
“Just one second,” Duncan said, not even looking back at his friend as he reached for Joey. And though his grip wasn’t any more gentle than Clyde’s was, when he took him by the arm and yanked him behind his back, Joey gladly went just for the protection.
God, his stomach hurt. He felt like he was going to be sick. Standing hurt too much, so he got back down to his knees, if only to make the need to puke go away a little.
“Is what he said true?” Duncan asked.
Clyde immediately got defensive. “Now, you listen to me, he’s just a scrawny omega, he’s not even all that smart. He gets confused and I’ve had to take care of him since he was a pup, so don’t you go taking that tone with me on my territory.”
Joey had to look up at the dragon, if only to see the look on his face when Clyde announced this land as his territory. That was debatable, considering wolves and dragons fought for territory all the time, and neither side ever wanted to give it up once they’d settled.
Duncan’s neck was tight, a vein throbbed there, and his eyes, those bright green eyes he had, were flashing as his nostrils flared. He was totally pissed. When he looked down at Joey, Joey flinched. Fuck, that was a scary expression.
“Tell me what’s going on. I want to know what you have to say about all of this.”
Joey’s eyes widened a little. He was, well, stunned. No one ever wanted to hear what he had to say about anything.
Clyde growled a little, such a low sound that Joey barely heard it, though he did, and he also got the clear threat that came with it.
Joey swallowed, and he looked over at the lineup. Cameron was over there, and the man was biting his lower lip as he stared at Joey. If Joey said the wrong thing, then his friend was going to die, and that would be on his head. Hell, this dragon could decide not to help them at all. He could use his dragon powers to punish the lot of them then leave them all here, still in Clyde’s care, and then Clyde could finish him off in the most painful way possible for fucking up his master plan of finally getting rid of the dragons.
“If I say anything, you need to promise me that you’ll still take them all up the mountain with you. Me, too. I want to go with you.”
“You’re not going anywhere!” Clyde snapped.
Duncan lifted one of his dark brows as he stared down at him. “You want to go up the mountain with us?”
The other dragon didn’t seem to like that idea in the least. “Duncan! You’ve got to be fucking kidding! They were going to kill us!”
“Shut up, Iver,” Duncan said, never taking his hard stare away from Joey. “Tell me why you want to go up the mountain,” he said.
“To get away from Clyde. He’s…” Joey spared a glance to the man. “He’s not a good alpha. He makes us do things we don’t want to do. The alphas, everyone. The omegas over there, they were just going to follow orders. Clyde had them all convinced that you were bringing them up the mountain to force matings on them. To rape them. They didn’t know. I found out and he didn’t want me saying anything to you.”
“Is that why you’re not in the lineup?” Duncan asked.
Joey lowered his head. “I’m…I’m not in the lineup because I’m his mate.”
The hiss that came from the high dragon above him was a little shocking. He had to look back up at the man, and he saw the surprise, and the hurt, that was on his face.
Really? He was hurt by that? Why?
“You’re–You’re mated to him?”
Joey nodded. “Yeah, in name only though, unless some other alpha wants to make a claim on me.”
Which he was really hoping for. He wanted to go up the mountain and get away from Clyde, he didn’t want to be mated to him anymore. He didn’t want to share a bed with the man anymore or dodge his roaming hands. This was his only chance to get out of here, for his friends to get out of here, and he needed to take it.
Duncan was quiet again for what had to be the longest minute of Joey’s life. This was the high dragon, and Joey had just outed his entire pack as a bunch of untrustworthy traitors.
The fact that Duncan wasn’t speaking at all made it seem all the more important that Joey keep talking. “Please don’t kill my friends. They didn’t do anything wrong. We just—”
“Be quiet,” Duncan said, his voice so damned sharp that Joey had no choice but to obey.
ADULT EXCERPT
Joey lifted his arms, barely taking his hands off of Duncan’s shoulders while the man lifted and yanked his T-shirt off and then threw it to the floor. A self-conscious worry sprung up inside of him when he was bare chested, and he wished he’d thought of this earlier, but he hadn’t, not until he was too late.
Though Joey didn’t think he was ugly or overly small, he wasn’t exactly the best looking omega in the world either, and he had nowhere near the muscle tone that Duncan had. Joey wasn’t a twink, but next to Duncan, he might as well be.
“You look so fucking good,” Duncan said, leaning in and pressing his mouth to one of Joey’s nipples. He actually kissed it and then pressed his teeth gently down on the hard nub.
Joey shivered, and a groan left his throat that he couldn’t even contain. He didn’t want to contain it, because somehow giving a voice to this pleasure he felt made everything that much better.
Duncan moved his lips away from Joey’s nipple and then put it on the other, suckling it, and then gently biting, just like before. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said. “Then you’re mine.”
Joey shivered. “I like that idea,” he said.
Dragon or not, this man was definitely an alpha, and he was behaving like one. It must’ve been driving him crazy to not be able to take Joey the first time he saw him, back when Joey could smell the lust in the air from those first few moments they had in the same room. That was definitely the reason why he’d been brought here in the first place instead of going off with the other omegas.
Now the man was clearly not going to hold back and Joey was perfectly fine with that.
His first thought was that they were going to do it in that nice, big bed over there. He’d never had sex in a bed before, and the sheets were incredibly inviting, but that didn’t happen. Duncan put Joey down on his feet, quickly, as if they were in a race to get naked, like their clothes were on fire and needed to be removed pronto or something.
Then Duncan took him by the hips and quickly turned him around so that he was facing the wall. Ah, so this was going to happen standing. That was all right, it was probably better for his first time with Duncan to be like this anyway. From what he was able to feel through their clothes not too long ago, the man’s cock was huge. This position would likely be the most comfortable.
Despite that thought running through his head, there was still the very real worry that what he was about to experience wouldn’t be as intimate, or feel as right, as those kisses from before had felt. Would their first time having sex be something cold? A quick fuck that was over before he realized it? Joey hoped not, and the more Duncan’s hands remained on him, sliding over his skin, his bare stomach, and then hooking into his jeans before working the button and zipper, sliding them down his legs and, well, he was fairly sure that this wasn’t going to be something he would hate to think about in the morning.
Duncan’s rough hand was gentle when his fingers curled around Joey’s cock, giving him a nice, leisurely stroke before removing his hand altogether.
Joey groaned when the tough of that hand was gone. He wanted it back. “Don’t stop, keep doing that,” he said.
That was his voice? He sounded so damned out of breath, like he’d been running or something. How was Duncan doing this to him?
The man even chuckled at him, as if Joey had said something funny. “If I keep touching you like that, you’re going to come. Your cock is so hard already.”
Joey felt all kinds of heat climbing up his neck. He moved his hand down to touch his cock himself, but then Duncan slapped his hand away, but even that was a gentle tap compared to what Joey thought the man could really do.
“No touching,” Duncan said.
“But I need to!” Joey said, his voice whiny even to his own ears, but it was true. He felt like if he didn’t come, then he was going to implode or something.
Duncan pressed his mouth to the side of Joey’s neck, and then his teeth grazed the shell of his ear, and Joey shivered. “Holy fuck,” he said, gasping the words. “How is it…how is my ear that sensitive?”
Duncan chuckled again. “Every part of your body is sensitive, and I’m going to make every single one of them light up like they’re on fire,” he said and then pressed his lips to Joey’s skin again, on his shoulder, and then down his back.
A small drawer opened off to the left of them. Joey had a look, and it looked like just a small end table or something, and Duncan’s hand was fishing around in there. When he pulled out the black tube of lube, anticipation swirled within him. It rose up higher and higher, especially when Duncan held it in one hand and opened the cap with his thumb. Duncan took his hand away from Joey’s hip just long enough to pour some of the clear liquid-looking stuff into his palm. Joey noticed right away that Duncan stroked it onto his cock first before he pushed apart Joey’s cheeks and pressed a slick finger to his hole.
“Oh yeah,” Joey said, and he spread his legs a little wider, wanting that finger to be inside of him, stretching him wide open. “Right there,” he said. “Put it right in there.”
“You’re very eager,” Duncan said.
“That’s a good thing, right?” Joey asked, and then rose up on his toes and moaned when that finger pushed inside of him.
“Very good,” Duncan said, letting his hand slide around Joey’s stomach until he was holding him close, until his back was pressed against the man’s much larger chest.
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