[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Futuristic Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
Declan Wyman refused to acknowledge his mate, Liam Hadley, just because the man was a psy. Only when Stone Haven is attacked and lines are crossed to find the traitor helping the enemy, does Declan realize how wrong he was to judge Liam without bothering to get to know the man.
Liam Hadley was tired of being Declan’s scapegoat for anything that went wrong.  He just wished the sexy were-lion would look at him with something other than condemnation in his eyes.
One explosive kiss changes everything, but outside forces turn their lives upside down.  They must find a way to work together if they ever hope to create the family they’ve always dreamed of.
Can the two find a way to put their fears aside and embrace the love that is right in front of them before it slips through their fingers?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Mating His Worst Fear (MM)
20 Ratings (4.5)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing




Pain slammed into Declan Wyman’s head with the force of a sledgehammer, pressure pushing against his skull, stopping him in his tracks. Jeremy, a weresnake—rattlesnake to be specific—dropped to the mats where they’d been practicing hand-to-hand combat. Through the blinding pain he could see the others in his unit dropping like flies, hands grabbing heads as they struggled to make it stop.

There was only one thing that could cause this—the psy. Activating his COBI he contacted Liam Hadley, a psy and a pain in Declan’s ass. “Liam if you’re doing this I’m going to kick your ass.” He did his best to sound angry, but he was pretty sure he sounded more like a whining child.

“What did I do wrong now, Declan?” The annoyed voice of the man who had haunted Declan’s dreams for the last couple of months was like a soothing balm, making the agony he was in lessen just a bit.

He hated how much he wanted to be around Liam, especially since the man seemed to believe he was better than the weres. It wasn’t like Declan had asked to be turned into some Hollywood monster. He’d been fine as a human, content to live his life never having to know the world he’d been thrust into.

The sound of retching as several of his men were clearly losing the battle to keep the psy out of their heads brought him back to the issue at hand. “Damn it, Liam. Stop fucking with our heads. We get it, there is still work to be done before our unit is ready to face the psy.”

He winced when he heard himself whine once more. He was one of the best able to block the psy from invading his mind, yet here he was holding on to the wall for dear life as he struggled not to sink to his knees. There was no way he was going to give Liam that satisfaction.

The man may not be in the room, but Declan was pretty sure he had a way of seeing what was happening, probably laughing his ass off at the weak-willed weres. He growled low at the thought of being laughed at, forcing himself to stand up straighter, pushing hard to force Liam from his head.

“Declan, once more I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Again, the sound of Liam’s voice seemed to help the beast within Declan to push out whatever psy decided to invade his mind.

If Liam and his men weren’t the ones doing this that meant… Fuck!

Now that he’d managed to get rid of whoever was trying to hammer his way into his skull, Declan was steadier as he talked to Liam. “This is important, Liam. Someone is trying to get into my entire unit’s head. Is it you and your team?”

“I swear it’s not us. Aren’t you at Lake Louise?” The seriousness in Liam’s tone told Declan the man was telling the truth.

As much as Declan hated to admit it, he trusted Liam.  The man might be a psy, but the man had proven himself loyal to the Alliance. Declan just wished that fact helped him cope with the feelings he was having toward the man, feelings he didn’t want.

His mind whirled with the implications. He wouldn’t have much time to figure out a game plan, but first he needed to let his Alpha Primus know. “Yes we are. You need to get to the weres in Stone Haven. Make sure this isn’t happening there. I’ll contact the Alpha.”

He didn’t even say bye as he cut their connection to contact Alek Rykov directly.

“This better be good, Declan. We’re in the middle of a mission.” Alek Rykov, Alpha Primus of the Alliance of shifters and mystics, was mounting a rescue of those a corrupt Latin Territory Cadre member had sold as slaves.

In the last month three camps of slaves had been freed, but Alek wasn’t going to rest until every last person they knew about was found.

“We’re under attack.” Declan gasped on the last word as another wave of pounding hit his skull. A much stronger psy, or possibly more than one, was hammering away at his head.

He watched as three of his men got up off the mat. The way they stalked toward him, the promise of death in their eyes, was enough to confirm the psy had taken over. He hated that Liam had been right. His men couldn’t stop the psy from taking control of their minds. It was only a matter of time before the others suffered the same fate.

“What?” Alek roared into his ear.




“Undress, now.” Declan’s voice was husky, his words guttural.

Staring up into the man’s deep blue eyes, Liam swore he could see the man’s lion looking back at him. Anticipation sent white-hot heat through his veins landing in his dick, making it throb and leak as an image filled his mind of Declan so far gone in pleasure as he fucked Liam.

Then the image switched to Liam getting to slide inside the man, making him wild with pleasure. Would Declan allow Liam to do that? He knew very little about sex between men, or women for that matter, but especially men.

He’d never thought about whether guys took turns or only one of them got to… He nearly groaned as he felt his face heat up. He couldn’t even think the thoughts without blushing like a schoolgirl.

Declan’s hand touched the side of Liam’s face while the man’s thumb traced his lower lip. “Hey, what’s going on in that head of yours?”

Liam just couldn’t look into the man’s eyes, not when he was this embarrassed. His gaze darted anywhere but those dark blue orbs, landing on Declan’s very naked body. While Liam had been lost in his embarrassment, his mate had taken off his clothes—all of them.

As a soldier he’d seen his fair share of naked men, but Declan was the most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on. A light covering of hair across his chest tapered down until there was only a small treasure trail from his navel to his groin.

Chiseled muscle formed thick arms, a broad chest, and a narrow waist. Thighs that were the size of Liam’s waist were covered in the same light-colored hair as his chest. But it was the man’s cock that so engrossed Liam.

He couldn’t help it. Liam stared at what had to be at least eight inches of sheer perfection. His mouth watered at the thought of getting to taste the man. The next thing he knew Liam was on his knees, his tongue coming out to lick his lips as he hungered for the flesh in front of him.

It was like he was in a trance, his body moving automatically to do what he longed to do. Had he allowed himself to think about it, Liam was sure he wouldn’t have been able to go through with this.

He wrapped his fingers around the steely rod, letting the warmth sink into his hand. A mix between a moan and a growl came from Declan. Liam looked up through his lashes, his heart skipping a beat before running a marathon at the pure lust that stared down at where their bodies touched.

Bolstered by his mate’s reaction, Liam leaned forward with his tongue out to lick the small bead of fluid seeping from the tip. A salty flavor burst across his taste buds so decadent Liam craved another taste.

He swiped the flat of his tongue along the tip savoring his mate’s essence. Declan hissed, his hips rocking toward Liam. From out of the corner of his eye, Liam saw the man’s hands tighten into fists, as if he was struggling to control his body.

Wanting more, he lapped at the spongy head. Fingers speared into his hair, pulling him closer. Liam opened his mouth and that silky flesh pushed right in. He let the weight of Declan’s cock rest on his tongue before starting to lick up and down the underside of Declan’s stalk.

“Oh, fuck, Liam. That feels so good.” Declan’s fingers dug into his scalp as he guided Liam’s head back and forth. Every once in a while those strong hips would push against his face, but Declan would quickly get back control.

For his first time giving a blow job, Liam figured he must be doing a good job considering his mate was moaning and whispering words of encouragement. The first time the spongy head had hit the back of his throat, Liam had choked, but it didn’t take him long to learn to relax his throat and take Declan deep.

With each bobbing of his head, Liam was learning new things that Declan liked. Rubbing the flat of his tongue against the small bundle of nerves near the cap, had his mate mumbling incoherently.

“Fuck,” Declan shouted when Liam dove his tongue into the man’s slit before diving back down to the root. The fingers in his hair tugged hard as Declan moved his hips back.

Liam let out a groan of dismay as the man’s cock slipped from his lips. Ready to protest he glanced up into his mate’s eyes that were no longer dark blue. Pupils dilated so wide all other color disappeared, Declan stared down at him before his hands went to Liam’s shoulders to pull him up from the floor.

Lips crashed down on his, Declan’s tongue delving deep as he ravaged Liam’s mouth in a passionate kiss. The man’s hands went to the button on Liam’s pants, yanking hard. Vaguely he heard the ping of the button hitting something across the room, but he didn’t care at the moment, not when it felt like his body was ready to combust in desire.

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