Forever Mates:
Mikhail & Jace (MM)
[Siren Everlasting Classic
ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M,
shape-shifters, HEA]
Mikhail Kyryap
knew the sexy little blond was his forever mate the moment he stepped inside the
roadside bar with his friends. Convincing the human of that might prove to be
harder than leading an entire pride of tiger shifters. Jace is the most stubborn
man Mikhail has ever dealt with.
Jace Marrok was
one step away from being labeled loose by his friends when he followed a
handsome stranger into the utility closet for a little fun. He just can’t seem
to resist Mikhail, not even when the man shifts in front of him and Jace learns
that he has been mated against his will.
Deciding whether
to believe the sexy alpha when he says it was instinctual might be harder than
staying alive when others in Mikhail’s pride take exception to him mating a
human. When they are attacked, Jace has to choose between staying with a man he
is quickly falling for or getting his friends and running for his
life.
STORY
EXCERPT
"It's just a bar,
Liam. They can't keep us out."
"You think not?"
Liam laughed nervously. "We're in redneck hell, Jace. Not only can they keep us
out, they can tar and feather us."
Jace Marrok rolled
his eyes when Liam glanced behind him at their friend, Bay. "That is what they
do in these backwater towns, isn't it? Tar and feather
people?"
Bay snorted.
"Normal people, maybe. Queers like us?" Bay shook his head. "They string us up
and, like, throw lawn darts at us or something."
"Oh please," Jace
replied. "This is a public place. We have as much right to be here as anyone
else."
"Honey, I hate to
break this to you, but we're not anyone else." Bay chuckled. "We're loud,
flaming, flamboyant queens. Hell, the eyeliner on Rue's face alone could get our
asses kicked."
Jace
frowned.
Rue
blushed.
"Jace, honey, if
someone looked up ‘gay’ in the dictionary," Bay said as he gestured to all of
them, "they'd find a picture of us."
"We're not that
bad," Jace insisted.
"Jace, what color
is my shirt?" Bay asked as he plucked at the silky material with his
fingers.
"Azure blue,
why?"
"And Liam's?" Bay
continued.
"Chartreuse."
"Uh huh," Bay said,
"and what type of piercing does Rue have?"
Jace glanced back
at Rue, grinning. "Guiche."
"Honey, face it,
we're gay!"
Jace laughed at the
blush creeping up Rue's face again. Bay was probably right. Rue did wear a lot
of eyeliner. Still, they had as much right as anyone else to be in this bar,
even if they were clearly gay. And, unless someone was blind and deaf, they were
all clearly gay.
They talked gay,
they walked gay, and they looked gay. Hell, they probably even smelled gay. They
were the stereotypical gay men. Loud, bright colors, makeup and piercings, even
the effeminate body movements—they had it all, in spades. Christ, two of the
four of them had little sequined purses under their arms.
"Okay, so we're
gay. So what? That doesn't mean we don't have as much right to be here as anyone
else," Jace said as grabbed the door handle to the bar. "Besides, maybe we can
teach those hicks a things or two about fashion and makeup."
Jace was laughing
as he opened the bar door and took a step inside. He came to a screeching halt
at the scene before him. Bay, Liam, and Rue plowed into him from behind. Jace's
laughter slowly died away.
In this instance,
he might be wrong about where they could be.
He was looking at a
sea of rough, muscle-bound, jean-clad, cowboy-boot-wearing, beer-drinking
rednecks. They were everywhere, as far as the eye could see. And more than one
of them were drool-worthy.
Most, if not all of
them, had beers in their hands. A few men sat around booths on the back wall of
the room. Several were playing pool. There were even a few men that seemed to be
just hanging out at the bar. Loud country music could be heard…well, almost
everywhere.
It was really
loud.
The place basically
looked like every backwoods bar that Jace had ever envisioned—pool tables, beer
and peanuts, country music, and rednecks. And Jace couldn't see a gay man in the
bunch.
Jace grinned
mischievously. This could be fun. He didn't much care that the four of them
stood out like warts on a thumb. Jace wasn't ashamed of the fact that he was gay
or that he loved men. He didn't care if his demeanor made some people
uncomfortable. He was who he was, and he wasn't going to change that for anyone,
not even a room full of rednecks.
"Come on in, boys."
Jace giggled "There's eye candy as far as the mascara wearing eye can
see."
ADULT
EXCERPT
"Are you going to
beat me up?" he asked.
"No."
"So, what do you
want?"
"The same thing you
wanted when you followed me in here, Beautiful."
"Oh," the man
replied. Then a slow sexy grin crossed his mouth, showing off his perfect white
teeth. "Oohhh."
Mikhail knew the
man got it. Or, at least, he was going to the minute Mikhail got him out of his
clothes. He grabbed the man by his arms and pulled him flush against his body.
He cupped the side of the blond's face, his other hand anchoring the man to him
by his slim hip.
"Do you have a
name, little one, or should I just continue to call you
Beautiful?"
The soft flush that
filled the man's face was fascinating but not half as much as the way he
suddenly licked his full lips. "Jace Marrok," he mumbled. "But I like Beautiful,
too."
"I am Mikhail
Sebastian Ivananova Andrei Kyryap," Mikhail replied.
"That's a
mouthful."
Mikhail smirked as
he rubbed his thumb across the man's plush lips. "It could be for most people,
but somehow I think you can handle it."
Jace's brow peaked,
sending a shot of lust straight to Mikhail's cock. He growled and wrapped his
fingers around the back of Jace's neck, holding the man's head still as he
lowered his lips to his.
Jace's lips were
just as warm and lush as they had looked across the room. And the man responded
to Mikhail's possessive kiss like a dream. His entire body melted against
Mikhail's, even as his mouth opened up and accepted Mikhail's
dominance.
Mikhail trailed his
hand from Jace's neck down his back until both of his hands could grab the tight
ass he had seen walk across the bar when Jace first came in. He squeezed each
rounded globe in his hands before lifting Jace up higher against his
body.
Jace wrapped his
legs around Mikhail's waist. Their hard cocks mashed together. The small whimper
that fell from Jace's mouth inflamed Mikhail. He wanted to hear that sound again
and again and discover what other sounds Jace could make.
Mikhail broke away
from Jace's lips so that they could both breathe. Instead, they traveled along
Jace's jaw line. Mikhail groaned when Jace arched his head back, baring his neck
to Mikhail's questing lips.
He turned around
and pressed Jace's slim body against the door. Every move the man made was
fanning the flames of desires burning inside of Mikhail. He had desired a lot of
men in his lifetime, but none had made him feel nearly mindless with
lust.
"Shirt off,"
Mikhail ordered. He knew his voice sounded husky and rough by the way that
Jace's eyes widened before he reached for the buttons of his shirt. Mikhail held
his breath as he waited for the glorious chest he just knew was waiting under
the silky fabric.
He wasn't
disappointed. Mikhail's tongue nearly fell out of his mouth as Jace dropped his
shirt on the floor. Jace was a slim man, but what muscles he did have were
nicely defined. He sported sexy pecs with pale brown nipples and a rippled
abdomen. A small sun tattoo encircled his bellybutton just asking to be licked,
which is exactly what Mikhail did.
Lifting Jace up in
his arms, he leaned in and swirled his tongue around the small colored tattoo.
Jace squirmed in his arms and his hands clenched in Mikhail's hair. Mikhail
heard the soft moan that came from Jace. He felt the way Jace's stomach muscles
contracted.
"Fuck, man,
you…you…" Jace groaned.
Mikhail swatted
Jace on the butt and glared up at him. "Such a pretty little mouth shouldn't
have such ugly things coming out of it. I have much better things for you to do
with those lips."
Jace looked
confused as if he were in a fog and didn't quite know what was going on. Mikhail
decided to let Jace's swearing pass for now. It was always something he could
fix later. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to sink his cock into the fine
little ass in his hands.
"Do you like these
pants, Beautiful?"
"Uh,
yeah?"
Mikhail lowered
Jace's feet to the floor but kept close contact between them. "Then I suggest
that you get rid of them before I do. I doubt I'll be nice about
it."
Jace's eyes widened
but his hands quickly went to the buttons of his tight leather pants. Within
seconds, Jace's shoes and pants lay in a pile on the floor. Mikhail groaned.
When he called Jace beautiful, he had no idea how right he
was.
The man was
glorious.
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