The Chosen Ones
by Stormy Glenn
AVAILABLE: Thursday, October 8th
[Siren LoveXtreme Forever ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage Romance, M/M/M/M/M/M, HEA]
Spencer Dawson is an artist. He's flighty, absentminded, and often lost in the clouds. He's also an incubus and in his world, that means he gets five mates to start his coven. Having found his first four consorts, Spencer's life gets turned upside down when he feels a bond to the one man who has the potential to destroy him.
Marcus Foster is the alpha of one of the largest wolf packs in the state. He's used to making the rules, having people jump to do his bidding, and having every order followed. He does not share. He especially doesn't plan on sharing Spencer once he discovers that the gorgeous little artist is his mate.
Convincing Spencer that he was fed a pack of lies by four humans bent on keeping him as a sex slave seems a lot less important when Spencer's life is in danger. Convincing Marcus that everything he thought he knew was a pack of lies becomes a whole lot easier when Spencer transforms into a creature straight out of myth and legend. Convincing those around them to accept their unconventional mating might cost them their lives.
Convincing Marcus Foster, one of the richest and most powerful alphas in the state to give up his entire life for one gorgeous little man wasn’t going to be easy. Especially since Spencer was so odd to the outside world.
He fainted at the sight of blood. If he wasn’t covered in paint or clay, he felt out of place. He forgot to eat if he wasn’t fed. Hell, reminding him to wear clothes was a constant battle. And he went days without sleeping when his muse struck him. And god forbid he didn’t get a cup of coffee in the morning. It was a nightmare of epic proportions.
Having a keeper was something Spencer needed just to function.
He was also the most loving, tender man Garret had ever encountered. Not once since the day they met had Spencer failed show his love and caring for Garret or any of the others. They all knew that they shared a part of Spencer’s heart, and they gladly shared just so that they could have a piece of the man.
Sharing Spencer was better than no Spencer at all.
Garret hurried to the window when he saw headlights pull into the drive. His heart sank when he saw a light browned haired man in hospital scrubs climb out of a red Jeep and hurry toward the house. He was waiting when the front door slammed open.
“Is he here yet?”
Garret shook his head and walked over to kiss the man. “No, bébé, not yet, but he should be here in a few minutes.”
Joe’s eyes quickly scanned the living room. “Where’s Philip?”
“He’s finishing things up at the gallery. He’ll be home soon.”
Joe rubbed his hand over his face. “God, I hate this shit. Philip should be here not at some stupid art gallery. Spencer is going to blow a gasket if Philip doesn’t get here in time.”Joe was right. Spencer had a special soft spot for Philip. They all did. Philip didn’t have the dominating personality of Garret, Hayden, or even Joe. He was a neat freak, a tad OCD, and brainer than all of them put together.
And Spencer adored him.
Garret wrapped his arms around Joe, cupping his hand to the back of the man’s neck as he rested their foreheads together. “He’ll be here.”
“How do you do this, Garret?” Joe’s hazel eyes bored into Garret. “I’ve only been through Philip. You’ve been through all of us. How do you stand it?”
Garret smiled ruefully. He’d be lying if he said it hadn’t hurt each time Spencer found another to love. “Do you remember how he was after he found Philip and brought him home, after Philip accepted him? How happy he was?”
Spencer had glowed for weeks.Joe swallowed hard. “Yeah.”
“That’s how I stand it.”Garret reached up and stroked his finger along the light stubble marring Joe’s face. “I may have been the first but that means I got see him each time he found one of you. I got to watch him love you, watch the light shine in him each time one of you loved him back. That’s what makes all of this worth it.”
Joe inhaled deeply then slowly let the breath out of his lungs. He chuckled softly when he was done. “I must seem like I’m a mess.”
Garret chuckled. “I imagine you are a mess. Philip joined the family only three months ago. We’re still getting used to having him here. Now, there’s someone else to worry about. And he’s a doozy.”Joe frowned, leaning back. “Who?”
Joe’s face instantly paled. “No!”
Garret nodded sadly. “I’m afraid so.”“He’ll destroy Spencer.”
“We’ll just have to make sure he doesn’t.”
“How?” Joe stepped back even further. His fists clenched and his face darkened as anger filled his features. “Marcus Foster doesn’t care about anyone or anything. He’s a fucking monster.”
Garret felt his stomach clench with worry and strain. He wrapped his arms around his waist and shrugged, trying to make light of the situation or at least like he wasn’t that concerned when he was terrified.
“The best that we can, I suppose.”
“That’s not good enough, Garret. I can’t lose Spencer.” Joe’s lips pressed into a thin line his anguish darkening his hazel eyes. “None of us can.”
“We won’t, not even if we have to tie Marcus Foster down to Spencer’s bed until he submits.” Garret could feel himself growing angry. He closed his eyes for a moment and drew in several deep breathes. He had to maintain control. Joe needed that from him right now, needed him to be strong. “We’ll find a way. Besides, do you know anyone that can resist Spencer for more than two minutes?”
Philip stood there with his mouth hanging open, wondering what it would feel like to be taken like he was the last man on earth and someone had a serious case of blue balls. Spencer was fucking Hayden as though he needed to be balls deep in the man’s ass just to breath.
And that might not be too far from the truth. When Spencer went into heat every full moon, he needed sexual energy to sustain him, like a vampire needed blood. Without it, he would die and Philip would willingly give up his ass to prevent that from happening.
Philip was a little amazed at the force behind Spencer’s thrusts. He was plowing onto Hayden’s ass at an alarming rate, which was odd in itself. Normally, Spencer was a bottom, preferring to be taken rather than to take. And god, he was glorious as a bottom, his moans of pleasure leaving no doubt that he enjoyed being with each and every one of them.Philip had fantasized his entire life of having someone like Spencer to love. He was kind and considerate of others, even strangers. Giving and caring of those he loved. He was so damn beautiful he made Philip’s teeth ache.
And the man had no gag reflex.
But this...Philip had been on the receiving end of Spencer’s heat a couple of times but even then, the man had been loving and caring, treating Philip like a treasured gem. The massive man driving his cock repeatedly into Hayden’s ass was clouded with lust.Obsessed.
“Makes you wish you were the one on your hands and knees, doesn’t it?”
Philip glanced over to Garret as the man walked over to stand next to him. His face became warm and he glanced away, his eyes going back to the two men on the bed. “Yes.” He could freely admit that even if it embarrassed him a bit. “It’s like he can’t get enough.”
“He can’t,” Garret said, “not when he’s like this.”
“Does he...is he always the top when he’s like this?” Philip was mesmerized by the flexing muscles in Spencer’s ass as the man pounded into Hayden. “Have you ever taken him in this form?”
“No.” When Philip looked at Garret again, the man was staring at Spencer.
Philip could see a glint of interest in his eyes. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“I am now.” Garret’s deep blue eyes rounded. “Could you imagine having all that power beneath you?”
“I’d rather find out what it feels like than continue to imagine it.” With more bravery than he thought he’d ever have, Philip grabbed the bottle of lube he had dropped earlier and headed for the large bed in the middle of the room.
Philip wasn’t exactly sure what had come over him. He wasn’t usually a take charge type of guy. But the thought of sinking his cock into Spencer’s tight ass when he was in this larger more aggressive form just about blew his mind.
Philip quickly stripped his clothes off, tossing them down on the floor. For once, he didn’t care where they landed. He was too intent on getting to his prize. He climbed onto the mattress and scooted up behind Spencer. He popped the cap on the lube and poured some out onto his fingers. When he slid his slick fingers between Spencer’s ass cheeks, the man growled, his head snapping around.
Philip stilled. Spencer’s usual sparkling green eyes were like dark shards of emerald colored glass. The stare was intense, making the hairs on the back of Philip’s neck stand on end. When Spencer’s eyes dropped to the bottle of lube in his hand, Philip swallowed the sudden fear that filled him, positive he was about to have his head handed to him.
Shock rendered him speechless when Spencer simply turned back around and spread his legs and then went back to fucking Hayden. Taking it as a sign—or an invitation—Philip slid his fingers back between Spencer’s butt cheeks and stroked the man’s tight hole.