[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Futuristic Sci-Fi Romance, M/M, shape-shifters]
Mo doesn't know what to do with Mykel. He's new to the future he's living in and doesn't understand half of what people tell him, let alone show him. When Mykel insists that they are mates, Mo's set to run in the other direction.
Mykel knows Mo is his mate the second he lays eyes on the sexy human. He packs up everything he owns and leaves his family to join his mate on board the Lady Blue. Life would be perfect if only his mate would accept him.
Trouble follows the crew of the Lady Blue crew with every turn, and Mo and Mykel are no exception. When plans backfire and go wrong, saving each other just might be easier than admitting that they belong together. But the past won't be forgotten, and when Mo goes on a wild mission doomed to failure, Mykel races to his rescue, refusing to give up on the one man that makes him feel whole. Now, it's just a matter of saving Mo from himself.
Mo sat on the bridge, trying to fit all the pieces together. He didn’t think the general was setting them up. In his line of work back on Earth, people sometimes put hidden meanings in their messages.
He had a feeling this was one of those times.
If the general was reluctant to meet with them, then just maybe he was trying to tell them something. Mo wasn’t a big believer in people doing the right thing. Most screwed you over in a heartbeat, but sometimes, every once in a while, a person grew a conscience.
General Merrick could be one of those people.
Mo rolled his eyes when the bridge door opened and Mykel walked onto the bridge. It wasn’t that he thought the little alien man wasn’t hot, because Mykel was drop-dead gorgeous, but mate? Mo didn’t know shit about mates, and the idea of having one nearly gave him hives.
Mo shivered at the concept of the word mate. There was no way he was being trapped into a forever relationship. Mykel may be hot, but in Mo’s opinion, the man was a galaxy away.
Mo frowned when Mykel set a small silver container down on the console in front of him. “What’s this?” he asked, pointing to the elaborately engraved canister.
Mykel’s jaw clenched for a moment as a shadow passed through his eyes before he spoke. His eyes darted around the room, not meetings Mo’s. “Hyberian Law of Mating, section thirty-four, states that it is unforgiveable for a mate to disgrace himself in front of his mate, claimed or unclaimed.”
Mo sat up straighter, his frown deepening when Mykel hiccuped a bit and his eyes watered. “Wha—”
“As I have brought shame to your house, you have the right to deny me and pursue another mate. I know my actions on Tronos have lessened me in your eyes, and I no longer deserve to belong to you. I beg your forgiveness, and I won’t stand in your way.”
Mykel bowed his head and left the bridge before Mo could utter a word, not that he knew what he would have said anyway. He was confused as hell. Had Mykel just let him off the hook? And why did that thought piss him off so much?
Mykel was supposed to be his mate.
An overwhelming possessiveness encompassed Mo. He wasn’t sure where the hell it came from, but being dismissed didn’t sit well with him. He was the one who was supposed to say no thanks, not Mykel.
“Wow, did you just get your ass handed to you or what?” Tank snickered from the helm. “Sucks to be you.”
Mo stared down at the canister, wondering what the hell could be in it. He was scared shitless to open it. Could it be a bomb? He hadn’t a clue about any of this advanced stuff. He was from what everyone was referring to as Old Earth.
He wasn’t too sure about this advanced technology. Hell, he was having trouble working the food dispenser. Mo pushed the canister around with his finger, trying to see if he could hear any ticking noises.
“Go ahead and open it,” Tank said from across the bridge. “It may be a dandy little container to hold your balls in.” Tank barely got the last part out as he laughed hysterically. Mo glared at him and then cracked the lid open.
Colt walked onto the bridge just then, his steps faltering as he stared at Mo. “Where’d you get that?” He pointed to the container in Mo’s hand.
Mo slammed the lid closed before he had a chance to see what was inside. It was nobody’s business but his own what Mykel had given him. “My mate, why?” he asked with a bit of a bite. Mo’s head snapped back at his response. His mate? What the fuck? Was he claiming Mykel now?
He wasn’t sure why he was feeling so protective of Mykel, but the feeling ate away at his gut. Fuck, he was losing his goddamn mind. Maybe this traveling into the future crap had eroded his brain cells.
He needed to go see the ship’s doctor and have his head examined.
Colt studied Mo for a moment. He looked as though he wanted to say something and then shook his head. “Never mind.”
Mo waited until all eyes were elsewhere before looking into the small silver container. His frown deepened when he saw a small stone nestled inside. It was blue and green, the colors twisting and turning around each other, flowing seamlessly together. Why would Mykel give him a rock?
“Are you curious to know what that is?” Colt asked as he took a seat at his station.
Mo was, but he didn’t want to admit that he had any interest in Mykel. Hell, he hadn’t been here that long, and to find out he was already mated and tied down? Mo wasn’t going for that. He’d already lost too much as it was.
He wouldn’t be able to bear another loss. He barely survived the first one.
“It’s his ador,” Colt offered.
Mo sat the container down as he turned to look over at Colt. “His what?”
“His ador.” Colt leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Our people have the ability to transfer our passion, our zest for life, into ritual stones. Usually, it is a way of saving the memories of loved ones before they pass, but sometimes, mates will exchange them and draw the ador into themselves so that they can be closer to their mates.”
Colt smiled and glanced down at his hands. “Again, that is a ritual of my people. Needless to say, Mykel has given you his ador.”
“So, what?” Mo glanced at the small ornate silver box in horror. “I’m supposed to draw his ador into me somehow?”
Colt sounded so ominous that Mo couldn’t help but look up at him. “Then what am I supposed to do with it?"
“I suppose you can do whatever you want with it. Leave it on the next planet we land on or shoot it out an air lock. It doesn’t matter now.” Colt shrugged. “It’s yours now to do what you want with it.”
“Can I give it back?”
“No, it’s too late for that.” Colt grimaced and turned away. “Once the ador stone has been given, it cannot be given back. It belongs to you now.”
“But I don’t want it.”
“Tell me what you want, Mykel,” Mo commanded deeply. “Tell me what you want me to do with this sexy little body of yours.”
Mykel closed his eyes, praying for the right words to say. He had already shamed himself once by breaking the law. He didn’t want to shame himself once again while Mo was in the midst of claiming him.
“I want you…” He curled his lips in as his cheeks flushed.
“Tell me, Mykel,” Mo warned.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Mo’s grin was wide, making his entire face light up. “And what else?” Mo asked as he climbed off of the bed and stripped out of his clothes.
Mykel’s heart raced as his body flushed when he saw just how well-endowed Mo truly was. His body was ripped with muscles, his cock thick and long. The head was an angry purple, leaking with clear liquid as Mo tossed aside his clothes.
“I can’t hear you.”
His face felt like he was too close to the sun, heated, burning, and fiery red. “Can I taste you?”
Mo groaned as he climbed back onto the bed and hooked his hand around Mykel’s neck, bringing his lips to the head of his cock. “Taste me, mate.”
He hadn’t a damn clue what he was doing, but Mykel was determined to show Mo that he was a worthy mate. Parting his lips, Mykel leaned forward, taking the crown of Mo’s cock into his mouth.
The taste exploded across his tongue, making Mykel moan as his tongue twisted and twirled, tasting his mate for the very first time. His tongue ran the course of Mo’s cock as his mate’s eyes stayed locked onto Mykel, watching every move he made.
As Mykel became bolder, he pushed more of Mo’s cock into his mouth, taking as much as he could as he allowed his tongue to do whatever it wanted to.
“So good, baby,” Mo moaned as he held the back of Mykel’s head. “So damn good.”
Encouraged, Mykel reached up and palmed Mo’s balls, massaging them in his hand as he sucked and laved his mate’s cock.
“Not yet.” Mo hissed as he pulled his cock from between Mykel’s lips. “I want to come in your ass. Do you want that, Mykel?”
He nodded rapidly as he sat there, waiting for his mate to tell him what to do because he hadn’t a damn clue. This was his first time. It wasn’t like he had access to anything that would teach him back on Hyberian. His mother would have freaked out if she had caught him anyway, and he would never have risked such shame.
“Turn over, baby. Lie on your stomach.”
Mykel did, his entire body shaking as his ass was exposed to Mo’s perusal. He stiffened when he felt Mo’s callused hands run up and down his rear end and then dip into the crease of his ass.
Mykel just knew he was going to go up in flames when Mo’s finger circled his forbidden entrance, playing with it, teasing it until it was pulsing to be filled. His breath hitched when the tip of Mo’s finger breached him. Mo didn’t push it in any further. It just sat there as his mate kissed him up and down his spine.
Mykel shuddered at his mate’s sexy tone. He was praising him, telling him just how good his body felt, and that pleased Mykel more than anything. He wanted Mo to approve of everything about Mykel, even his body.
Mo stretched out beside him, kissing his shoulder as he slowly worked his finger into Mykel’s ass. He wasn’t sure when Mo had lubed his finger, but he could feel the cool gel as his mate stretched him.
“You’re beautiful, Mykel. So beautiful.”
The words were priceless to Mykel. No one had ever praised him like this before. His heart was soaring as Mo slid a second finger into him. Mykel sucked his bottom lip in as his eyes fluttered closed, breathing through the uncomfortable feel of having someone breach him and glorying in the feel of having Mo touch him so intimately.
The burn was quickly morphing into pleasure as Mykel began to whimper with pleasure.
“Open your eyes, baby. Watch me.”
Mykel cracked his eyes open as he rolled to his side and turned his head, staring into Mo’s as another finger was added. They were stretched out on the bed, facing each other with Mo’s hand snaked over his hip, pressing his fingers deeply into Mykel’s ass.
Mykel pulled his leg up, laying it on Mo’s hip as he began to push back onto his mate’s fingers. The pleasure-pain was driving him into a place he had never been before and making him cry out as Mo pulled his hand free.
“On your belly, baby.”
Mykel turned over, once again on display for his mate’s approval. Large, warm hands caressed him before Mo pulled at his hips, bringing Mykel to his hands and knees. This was it. His mate was about to claim him.
“Relax,” Mo murmured as he pressed the head of his cock into Mykel’s back entrance, pushing slowly until the head breached him. He could feel it pop past the ring of muscles. The burn tore through him, but Mykel forced himself to relax as Mo had commanded.
“That’s it, baby,” Mo crooned as he inched in by tiny increments. “You feel so damn good.”
Mykel thrust backward, impaling his ass fully on Mo’s cock in his excitement. God, was that a mistake. He yelped as Mo stilled. Fuck if that didn’t hurt like hell.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Mykel.” The reprimand was light, with a hint of worry in Mo’s voice. He loved that his mate was worried, but Mykel had been so caught up in the excitement of the moment that common sense had fled from him.
“I’m sorry,” Mykel said as neither of them moved.
The pain finally ebbed away, leaving nothing but unimaginable pleasure in its wake. Mykel groaned, pushing back slightly, testing to see if his mate would disapprove.
Mykel could hear the strain in Mo’s voice. There was an edge to it that told Mykel that Mo was close to losing it. He loved that he had that effect on his mate. He loved that his mate was just as lost in the moment as he was.
“Yes,” Mykel answered as he gripped the sheets, preparing himself for what he knew was coming, or what he suspected.