Forever Mates: Zus
& Rue (MM)
[Siren Everlasting Classic
ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Consensual BDSM
Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, bondage, spanking, sex toys,
HEA]
Zus took one
look at the brown-haired beauty that walked into the bar with his friends and
knew that he had found the perfect submissive. He just wasn’t sure the sexy
little man was ready for his dominant brand of mating. Being in control was
second nature to him and he wasn’t about to change that for Rue, even if the man
was his forever mate.
Rue Tasquer had
just about given up hope that he would find the perfect man to dominate him
until he found a set of deep, piercing green eyes staring at him from across a
bar. As eager as he is to find someone to accept him—kink and all—Rue quickly
gives into the man’s demands and follows him for what turns out to be the
beginning of something that will either make Rue the happiest man alive or send
him running for his life.
STORY
EXCERPT
Rue shoved his hands into his
pocket as he listened to his friends argue. It was the same old story really,
just different words. Jace always seemed to be talking them into doing something
wild, on edge, and usually really stupid.
“It’s just a bar, Liam,” Jace
said. “They can’t keep us out.”
Rue wasn’t so sure. They’d been
kicked out of bars before. If they were lucky they got away unharmed. More often
than not, they ended up being roughed up a bit before they got sent on their
way.
“You think not?” Liam laughed,
sounding very nervous. “We’re in redneck hell, Jace. Not only can they keep us
out, they can tar and feather us. 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.”
Lawn darts? Rue
smothered a laugh behind his hand.
“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.”
Rue blushed as Jace frowned at
him. He liked to wear a little eyeliner. So the fuck what? It enhanced his pale
features and made his deep dark mocha-brown eyes stand out. Rue personally
thought his eyes were one of his best features.
“Jace, honey, if someone looked
up gay in the dictionary,” Bay said as he waved a hand between them all, “they’d
find a picture of us.”
“We’re not that bad,” Jace
insisted.
Yes, we are! Rue nodded
his agreement. They did scream gay, or at least what people saw as the
stereotypical gay man…right down to the sequined purse under Liam’s
arm.
“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.”
Rue felt his face flush again.
While he liked the paleness of his skin because it made his eyes shine, there
were times he hated it. Every single little embarrassed blush could be seen for
miles around.
“Honey, face it, we’re
gay!”
Jace laughed. “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.”
Rue could hear Jace laughing as
he opened the door and walked inside the countryside tavern. He quickly scanned
the parking lot to make sure no one was giving them the stink eye and then
followed in behind the others…plowing right into Bay when the man
stopped.
“Sorry,” he
whispered.
Rue looked past to his friends
to try and see what had stopped Jace. He gulped past the lump in his throat. Oh
boy, they were in such deep shit.
Rue had been inside of his fair
share of bars but he tended to avoid the ones filled with rough, muscle-bound,
jean-clad, cowboy-boot-wearing, beer-drinking rednecks. He tended to live longer
that way. Country boys didn’t seem to take to his kind very well.
He preferred to think his kind
was the one that had brain cells but he knew the truth. Rednecks and gothic gay
subs didn’t blend well and this place basically looked like every backwoods bar
that Jace had ever dragged him to…pool tables, beer and peanuts, country music,
and rednecks. And there didn’t seem to be a gay man in the bunch.
“Come on in, boys.” Jace
giggled “There’s eye candy as far as the mascara-lined eye can see.”
ADULT
EXCERPT
Deciding he’d waited long
enough, Zus got to his feet. Without a word to his brothers, he crossed the room
to stand in front of the man he desired. Zus knew he wasn’t as gentle or
charming as his brothers. The pulse beating rapidly in the little man’s throat
said he didn’t have to be.
“Come,” he ordered before
turning to walk away. He knew the man would follow before he even heard the soft
tread of his feet on the hard tiled floor. Zus tried the utility closet door and
found it locked. The scent of Mikhail, the other man, and sex filled his
nostrils.
Zus ignored it, and the ache it
brought him. He walked further down the hallway to the man’s restroom and walked
in, the door swishing closed behind him. A moment later, the door opened and a
smaller figure pushed in.
Zus stepped right up to the
man, pushing him into the wall even as he grabbed the man by the hair and tugged
his head back. The man’s mocha-brown eyes were wide open. There was a hint of
fear, but it was nearly overridden by desire blazing in their depths.
“You’re mine.” It wasn’t a
question. Zus had every intention of making this man his. The sudden flash of
liquid brown told him the man wasn’t adverse to his attentions. The hard bulge
in his pants told him the man liked Zus’s charming words.
“Get rid of the clothes,” Zus
ordered. He stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched. The
man was made for him. He followed Zus’s orders eagerly, quickly pulling his
shirt off then his jeans and the rest of his clothes until he stood
naked.
“Fucking perfect!” Zus
hissed.
The man’s face flamed, but his
jutting cock jerked in response to Zus’s praise. It was the ideal response from
a man he would soon dominate. Praise and censure were excellent tools for
training, and Rue seemed susceptible to both.
Zus seized the man, hauling him
into his arms. He grabbed his hair again, yanking his head back. Huge brown eyes
blinked up at him. Zus knew he would continue to drown in those big mocha-brown
eyes for the rest of his days.
“Your name.”
“Rue, uh, Rueben, I mean,” the
man stammered as his eyelashes fluttered. “Rueben Tasquer.”
“You know
you’re mine now, don’t you, Rue?” Zus asked. It would be the last time he asked.
Once he claimed the man, and he would, there would be no turning back. Rueben
Tasquer would belong to him until he took his very last
breath.
“Yes.”
That was
all Zus needed to know. He lowered his lips and claimed Rue’s. The instant
molding of the man’s body against his made Zus growl into Rue’s mouth. The man
had just melted. It made Zus harder then he thought possible.
He
ached.
Pulling
his lips away, Zus swung Rue around and pushed him down to lean against the
bathroom countertop. He tapped the man’s legs apart until he spread them. It was
only then that he spotted the ring of silver on the man’s perineum glinting in the soft bathroom light.
Zus
groaned. Fate had a way of picking the most perfect mate for each individual
even if they didn’t agree at the time. Zus did. Rue seemed to be everything he
had ever wanted even if he hadn’t known he wanted it until the man stood before
him.
Squatting
down behind the man, he grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart to get a
better look. Hard, heavy balls hung just beyond the piercing. A tight pink hole
twinkled at Zus just above.
Zus
leaned forward and caught the small ring with his tongue, tugging on it. Rue
cried out. His body trembled under Zus’s hands. Zus tugged harder. He stuck his
finger in his mouth and got it all wet before pushing it against the pink
puckered hole above theguiche piercing.
His finger got sucked right in
as if Rue’s body needed to be filled. Zus knew his saliva, much like his
pre-cum, would loosen Rue’s tight body naturally so that he felt no pain, only
exquisite pleasure.
He still wanted to be sure
because he knew he couldn’t go easy on the man. He wanted him too much. With
that in mind, Zus pushed another finger into Rue’s ass. The man squirmed,
wiggling his ass and silently begging for more.
Zus leaned back and brought his
other hand down hard on the man’s ass cheek. Rue’s legs trembled so much he was
afraid the man might collapse. Zus started to pull his fingers free to grab Rue
before he fell to the ground, but the man pushed back with his hips.
“No, please,” Rue
begged.
Zus thrust his fingers back
in.
Rue cried out.
Zus stood to his feet and
looked down at the man he had bent over the countertop. From behind Rue was
gorgeous. His long, lean back dipped at the bottom, inviting Zus to lick along
the sleek lines. A nicely rounded ass fell below the dip.
It begged to be
paddled.
Zus couldn’t stop himself from
bringing his hand down on Rue’s ass. He wouldn’t have been able to stop himself
if it meant the world would come to an end. The soft pale skin begged to be
reddened.
“Oh yes,” Rue cried out,
“please.”
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