[Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, sex toys, HEA]
The only problem—the box is deep in bear territory.
When Gage meets a foreign bear near his bathing pond, he’s immediately attracted to the dark-haired stranger. They engage in a passionate love affair, only to question their relationship when the lust settles. Blake’s different customs continually rouse Gage’s suspicions. Is he a human, bear, or a wolf trespassing on their land?
Can an alpha bear and wolf bridge the gap in their worlds for the sake of love? Will the contents of the buried box bring them closer or tear them apart?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Winona Wilder is a Siren-exclusive author.
STORY EXCERPT
Blake
had survived the night in his little alcove. As soon as the morning
light woke him, he restarted his search for the prospector’s cabin
Redden spoke of. It couldn’t be too much farther now.
He
stopped when he reached a spring-fed pond. It was clear and fresh and
likely freezing cold. The crystal clear water tempted him, reminding him
how thirsty he was from all his frequent exertion. Blake bent over for a
drink, still cautious not to shift and give off the scent of the enemy.
“You
don’t belong here.” The voice came from his right side. It was the
deepest baritone he’d heard in a long time. It had a gravelly, masculine
quality that grabbed his attention.
When he turned to look, there was a man watching him. He hadn’t even heard him approach, which he mentally scolded himself for.
The
stranger was a god. He had a rustic appeal, with dark hair, and muscle
upon muscle packed onto his large frame. Blake swallowed hard, rising to
his feet. He may have been attracted to pretty boys in the past, but
all that had changed in the span of two seconds. Part of him determined
the man must be a bear shifter, while the other part said it was just
one of those loggers or hunters who frequented the bar back home. It was
odd being so close to a taller man, one with shoulders broad enough to
swallow his shadow from the early morning light. As a Marcelle he was
used to being the largest, the one to be reckoned with. Now he felt
smaller than a mouse and wasn’t sure how that made him feel. The longer
the man stared at him, the more he realized it made him feel hot. Hot
and bothered.
“I’m just passing through. Looking for a cabin that’s supposed to be at the base of the Three Mountains.”
“That’s another hour from here. What business do you have there? Where’s your camping party?”
“Just
me.” He held his breath, wondering who this man was and if he saw him
as a threat. The guy could snap him in two if he wanted, but he stood
still, his bulky body rooted in place.
“What are you called?”
“Do you mean, what’s my name?”
The man nodded once.
“Blake.”
He almost mentioned the Marcelle Pack name. It was right on the tip of
his tongue, as he was a proud member, but he stopped himself. If this
was a bear, he’d know the name was associated with wolves. If he was
human, he would be suspicious with the talk of packs.
“I’m called Gage.”
Gage’s
eyes were black orbs, so deep he could drown in them. He had a
penetrating stare, a quiet strength unlike anything Blake had ever
experienced before. Although he’d come across some bad-ass wolves in his
days, they had nothing on this man’s intimidating presence. Was Blake
delirious from lack of sleep and proper food? Or was he more pent up
than he expected, even finding this rustic stranger desirable?
“Great. Do you think you could point me in the right direction?”
The
man stepped closer and then circled him, moving like a predator. He had
over a week’s worth of scruff on his face, a light sprinkling of hair
on his defined pecs, and a dark trail leading to a very well-hung cock.
Nothing about Gage should register with his libido. He’d always gone for
the blond, lean-muscled men who he could dominate. Now all he wanted
was to be owned by this brute of a man.
“You’re unusual,” said Gage. “Where are your clothes?” He acted as if Blake was an alien, something he’d never encountered.
“Where are yours?”
Gage
scowled, continuing to look him over as if he were an object he wanted
to own. Did he want to be owned, claimed? Unfortunately the dark-haired
god made controlling his raw sexuality an impossibility. His cock
thickened as it hardened, protruding from his body. There was just
something about the man’s voice and the way he looked at him that nearly
brought Blake to his knees. He turned away, but Gage circled him until
they were facing again. With no clothing, he settled for a poor attempt
of cupping his genitals to keep them partially hidden.
“You’re aroused?”
He
exhaled. “You’re not too bad on the eyes, and it’s been a long night.”
It felt odd admitting he was attracted to a stranger. He rarely felt the
pull from another male, which was why he hadn’t fucked around in so
long.
“But you’re a male.”
“And?”
Gage
made a sound that was a mix between a groan and a growl. Whatever it
was, it made Blake’s balls pull up high against his body. He couldn’t
stop imagining what Gage would look like when fully erect. Even flaccid,
he was magnificent. He’d already decided Gage was too comfortable with
his nudity to be human. But was this man actually a bear? Blake had
never actually met one in person, only heard the stories. Despite his
size and strength, Gage wasn’t scary and foreboding like he’d imagined.
Besides a lack of refinement, he seemed harmless enough. Maybe a bit
stiff, lacking a carefree edge, but he wasn’t the monster he expected.
Blake
doubted Gage knew he was a wolf. That would not go over well, and since
he was off his own territory, he’d keep that to himself. If this man
turned on him, he wouldn’t stand a chance in this foreign forest.
ADULT EXCERPT
“Turn around and brace the wall.”
Gage
followed the command, placing his palms on the cool rock wall of his
cave. The gray, irregular stone reminded him that this was his home, and
life would go on regardless. If Blake left after the sex or after
finding his buried box, that was fate. He couldn’t whine and cry over
the loss because he believed in destiny, no matter how cruel.
“Good.
Very good. Now hold still.” Blake painted a trail down his spine with a
fingertip, making him shiver. Then he whispered in his ear, “You’ll
need to be a man for this, baby. Don’t wuss out on me.”
What
would it feel like to have another man’s cock in his ass? As much as he
wanted it, craved it, he was still apprehensive. Blake was well
endowed, and he’d fill every inch of Gage’s ass. “I want it,” he finally
admitted.
Blake growled his approval, gently biting along his shoulder from behind. Mark me. The
feeling came out of nowhere, but it was more powerful than a midnight
storm. “Good boy.” Blake kissed every spot he’d nipped, his hands
smoothing down his sides, securing him in place. “Do you feel that?”
He
could feel the smooth head of Blake’s cock between the crack of his
ass. It excited him, a violent rush of excitement flowing through him
from head to toe. The cave felt too small, the air suffocating. An
energy he’d never known built up in his balls, his cock growing harder
than the rocky surfaces around him.
“Of course you do. Tell me you want this, Gage. Tell me and I’ll fuck you proper.”
The
sound of his name on Blake’s lips sounded like erotic music. He savored
the sound and the thrill of what was to come. “Yes. Show me everything
you know.”
Blake
chuckled, a deep masculine sound that echoed around them. “That will
take longer than a day, I assure you. But you’ll enjoy yourself none the
less.”
He
pressed forward, impaling his virgin ass with his cock. Gage clawed the
rock wall, grinding his teeth together as he accepted the hard length.
His ass burned as Blake’s erection fought for entrance, but it was a
unique pain, with the promise of pleasure. He wanted this, had for
longer than he could remember. A male, one he was undeniably attracted
to, had shown interest in him. Why, he wasn’t sure. Like Sterling had
said, Gage was nothing to covet.
“You’re
tight, bear. So fucking tight.” Blake’s hands tightened on his hips. He
could feel his breath against his neck, his chest against his back. He
had the sense of acceptance, warmth, and unrelenting lust. Blake reached
around and began to stroke his cock. He exhaled in a great rush, not
realizing how desperately he needed to be touched. The dual stimulation
created a whirlwind inside him. The pressure grew and grew until reality
slipped away. All that remained was the cock in his ass and a rough
hand around his dick.
“Oh, gods…”
“Good?”
Blake
was fully seated, the entire length of his large cock buried in his
ass. He’d gone so slowly. Gage barely realized he’d filled him
completely. Gage tightened around him, getting accustomed to the
stretching, the fullness. “Good.”
“Tell
me if I hurt you,” he said. “I’ll try to go easy.” Blake kissed his
back. As he gradually began to thrust, he licked and sucked his
shoulder. He could feel the scrape of his fangs and wondered if the
other shifter would dare to mark him. Males didn’t mate one another in
his world. But deep down, he didn’t want anything more. He would love to
be desirable enough for a man like Blake to want to claim him, to keep
him forever. But Gage was the alpha. It was up to him to make that move.
Gage
could feel every inch of the cock sliding in and out of his ass,
creating delicious friction. The longer they continued, the more his
discomfort dissipated, replaced by a heady lust. Thousands of cells
sparked to life, making him gasp for air. How much pleasure could a man
take?
“Fuck
yourself,” Blake demanded as he thrust harder. He could feel the sweat
on his skin creating a slickness between them. “Come on, baby, do it.”
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