Page 18 of Siren in Love (In Love #1)

Mike

~ Mike

After the movie, John helped load the dishwasher like a pleasant houseguest, and when he wished them both a good night, the wolf had the audacity to let his gaze linger on Corvin, who was Mike’s. He made damn sure Mike saw it too.

Mike let out a breath when he finally heard John going up the stairs and refocused his attention on wiping down the counters in the kitchen. Corvin walked up behind him and ran a hand down Mike’s back.

“You seem a little tense. You seemed a little tense all night.”

Mike stopped wiping and leaned against the counter instead. What am I even doing being jealous? I can hear Corvin’s love every time he says my name. I’ll propose to him in a little over a week.

“I was just looking forward to having you all to myself tonight. Cuddle on the couch, maybe kiss you senseless to distract you from bare-chested werewolf hunters.”

Corvin hugged Mike from behind and kissed his back. “Please tell me you’re not jealous.”

Mike tensed. “Maybe a little. Not…not jealous in the romantic sense. Jealous of your attention.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. The way I see it, I let John see how we watch a movie when it’s just the two of us watching a movie together.”

Mike turned so he could look Corvin in the eye. “What do you mean?”

“Pineapple Mike, I wouldn’t cuddle you like that in front of other people under normal circumstances. But it’s the weekend, and the weekend is our time, right? Plus, John seemed okay with the display.”

Mike heard the sincerity in Corvin’s voice, and it made his heart swell with affection and desire.

“You’re the best, you know that?”

Corvin nodded. “Yes, thank you, I do. I have the best movie taste too, right?”

Mike wrapped Corvin in his arms. “I think that might be pushing it.”

“Pushing it! What’re you insinuating?”

“Too many werewolves,” Mike whispered.

“Pah.”

Corvin stood on his toes to get to Mike’s lips, and he let him. Their lips brushed together, and they opened their mouths to each other as a low hum broke out of Mike. He’s so soft, so human. So very, very precious.

After a few minutes of them ignoring what remained of the kitchen cleanup and instead focusing on each other, Corvin pulled back and bit his lip.

“If…if you’re feeling jealous, then maybe you want to make me feel your cock, make sure I know who I belong to?”

His sultry voice immediately got Mike’s attention. Yes. And I’ll make sure my scent is all over you, in you, so the damn werewolf knows exactly what we did. What you allowed me to do with you.

Mike settled his hands on Corvin’s hips. “I think that’s an excellent idea, hon. My cum inside you should be enough to remind you not to talk werewolf lore with strangers.”

Corvin made a needy little sound in the back of his throat, like a string begging to be tuned, and Mike had half a mind to just bend him over the counter and take him right there. With willpower he’d honed since Corvin had moved in with him, he led him upstairs and into their bedroom.

Mike closed the door behind them and leaned against it as if to block the exit. “Stand right there where I can see you. Take your shirt off, but do it slowly.”

Corvin hesitated for a moment, but then he caught on and obediently did as he’d been told. He worked the tee over his head slowly, then looked at Mike with big green eyes before reaching down for his sweatpants.

Mike smiled. “Stop. Touch yourself first.”

“Like this?” Corvin stroked his erection through his pants with his right hand. His hard-on was easily visible, and Mike’s cock filled at the sight.

“Yeah, that’s good. Keep going.”

Mike pushed his own pants down, giving Corvin a nice view in return. Something to inspire you, something to look forward to. Mike watched as Corvin’s eyes darkened with desire, tracing the movements of Mike’s hand.

“Fuck. I’d like to suck you off. Please, Mike, let me? You know you like it when I do that.”

Mike grinned. “No. Maybe I’ll come down your throat in the morning, but tonight, I want to take that tight little ass of yours. You’ll like that, won’t you?”

Corvin nodded, his fingers plucking at his waistband, as if he wanted to get his pants off but didn’t quite want to take them off without Mike telling him to.

“You want to strip all the way? Want to really touch yourself?”

Corvin bit his bottom lip and nodded.

“But you might come by accident, and that wouldn’t be any fun at all.”

“No, I’ll… I won’t.”

Mike licked his lips. This is hard. I prefer to give him what he wants and make him feel as if he’s floating on the wide, wild ocean.

“Promise you’ll be good and wait for me to give you permission.”

Corvin gasped, a delicious sound. “Yes. Fuck. I promise. If having a houseguest does this to you, then—”

Desire shot through every single one of Mike’s nerve endings. “Don’t talk about other men when I’m about to make you come for me.”

“Oh, fuck. Okay. I really like this, just for reference.”

“Pants off now, but no more touching. I want you on the bed on all fours.”

Corvin made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

In that noise alone, Mike could hear how much he enjoyed this, how much he wanted this.

The way he looked at Mike with flushed cheeks and blood-dark lips as he took off his sweatpants stoked Mike’s own desire.

I’ll make him beg for me. I’ll make him tell me. Oh, how much I want to sing to him!

As if under a spell, Mike watched Corvin, watched him obey and climb onto the bed, his hair shimmering and his slimmer build a temptation Mike didn’t want to resist.

Corvin’s cock was flushed even as he took up the position, his knees slightly parted in anticipation. Mike enjoyed the sigh as he got rid of his own clothes, then walked toward the bed. He reached out a hand and ran his fingers through Corvin’s golden curls, tugging gently.

“I don’t tell you how beautiful you are often enough, do I, hon?”

“No. And you always make me wait. That should be illegal.”

Corvin looked up at Mike through the curtain of his hair, his lashes dark shadows against his flushed cheeks. He’s so beautiful. I can’t believe he’s mine. Mine alone.

Mike stroked himself, making sure Corvin could see. “In a hurry? Are you saying you want me to kneel behind you and shove my cock into you right now? Is that it?”

Corvin swallowed. “Sweet gods, yes.”

He sounded hungry, desperate, eager. Mike heard the melody of desire in Corvin’s voice, and it made him tremble as he struggled to control his song.

“I’ll give you what you want. I’ll always give you what you want.”

He let go of Corvin’s hair and reached for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. Mike trailed his fingers down Corvin’s side as he slowly got onto the bed behind Corvin. He loved how his touch seemed to set Corvin’s librarian-pale skin on fire, drawing the sweetest sounds from his lover’s lips.

“You’re sure? If you want me to go slower—”

Corvin groaned. “Pineapple Mike, don’t ruin the moment now. Keep going, please.”

Mike bent forward until he could kiss Corvin’s back. “Okay. Whatever you want.”

Mike got in close, rubbing his own cock against Corvin’s crack. Corvin whimpered, ground back, and pushed out his perfectly shaped butt. This is a sight to see. Waves under moonlight — perfection. I’m spoiled.

When Corvin moaned, Mike knew he never wanted anyone else to hear that sound; the intimacy in it, the trust. He wanted a ring on Corvin’s finger, wanted the human’s oath in his ears.

It’s my siren nature, that possessive urge to keep him all to myself, but I can learn to control that, to give him the space he needs if only I get to hear the love in his voice.

“Mike…”

“I love you, Corvin,” Mike whispered. He’d have liked to pop the question then, but the kneeling that was currently happening was definitely not how it was supposed to go, so Mike settled for the ease of feeling, of pleasure. He squeezed some lube into his hand.

“Please, Mike—”

He said he was fine, but I can’t. I can’t hurt him. Mike gave Corvin two of his fingers, rapidly making him feel the stretch.

“You want to take me right now?” Mike asked.

Corvin nodded. “Yes. Fuck, can you please just—I told you, I’m fine. I want you, now.”

Mike pulled his fingers out. It made Corvin drop his head to the pillows, which in turn made Mike grin.

“If you say so. You look fine. Very fine.” Mike made sure he was slick for Corvin, lined up, and pushed into the tight warmth of him.

Corvin trembled beneath Mike, and Mike was gripping Corvin’s hips hard enough to bruise. Good. I want to leave a mark on him, he thought, rolling his hips.

Corvin’s head was still half buried in the pillows, so his moans were somewhat smothered, but Mike still heard.

“You like that?” He thrust forward, filling the bedroom with the staccato rhythm of skin on skin.

He saw Corvin attempting to nod while turning his head. It was both cute and arousing, and it forced Mike to follow up with a second thrust that set Corvin trembling and made him spew out garbled curses.

“Mike…”

Mike hummed his pleasure. “Tell me who you belong to, Corvin. I want to hear you say it.”

Corvin lifted his head just enough to speak. “You. Yours. And you’re mine,” he said, then stopped, because the words had Mike thrusting deep into Corvin again.

“Yes. I’m yours, you’re mine.”

Mike allowed himself to let go of all restraint. He focused just on the feeling of being inside Corvin, of Corvin’s muscles clenching around him. Feels so good!

The shuddering vibrato of an orgasm ran through Corvin, and Mike smelled the cum in the air, but he was too laser-focused to stop or slow.

He began to hum, louder than he normally would.

It caught and fused with the edges of Corvin’s lust, turning into a melody before finally solidifying into a hymn.

Mike felt his own orgasm take him as if he were a passenger in his own body.

The peak was noise and silence all in one, light and dark, sweet and bitter.

Time stilled, and for a moment, Mike forgot who or where he was, knew only that the man with him was the one he loved.

His. The rhythm of his heart, the susurration of the blood singing in his veins.

Coming back to the moment took a while, but when Corvin’s entire body shuddered, his strained muscles ready to buckle, Mike pulled out and ran his hands up Corvin’s sweat-slick back soothingly.

He guided Corvin to lie down and wrapped him in his arms, seeking out Corvin’s mouth.

His lips parted readily to give Mike access.

“That was something,” Corvin mumbled.

“You’re something. You okay?”

Corvin nodded and chased Mike’s mouth to get another kiss. “More than okay. You?”

Mike nipped Corvin’s bottom lip. “Same.”

Corvin looked up at Mike, green eyes like gemstones in the dark. “You promise?”

“Promise you what?”

Corvin’s lips pressed close. He looked uncertain, even scared. “Th-that you’re mine. Like you said?”

Warmth flooded Mike, the deep knowledge of being loved. He nodded. “I promise.” He ran the tips of his fingers over Corvin’s cheek and brushed some errant curls away. Corvin’s eyes were falling shut. “I’ll clean you up, and then we can go to sleep.”

“Hmm.”

Corvin was nearly out by the time Mike got him under the sheets, but that didn’t stop Mike from humming a lullaby against his lover’s neck.