Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety. He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the internet.
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[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M,
demons, shape-shifters, HEA]
Micah Faraday is an incubus with a rough past, one that includes being
held captive by not one, but two psychotic madmen, and having a rough time
acclimating to believing he’s worth being loved, let alone being a person.
Surviving day by day isn’t really living it, and one day Micah made the
decision to die. Of course, until he makes the mistake of binding himself to
the phoenix named Erik Anderson.
Erik is exactly what Micah needs but doesn’t think he wants: grounded,
stable, reliable, and he doesn’t know when to give up. He seeks to understand
Micah and to help him through his pain, but he also has to contend with a world
he’s not familiar with.
In the midst of all of the chaos that surrounds
them, Micah and Erik go on a journey of learning to trust and understanding
that some of the worst choices we’ve made end up being the best ones after all.
Story Excerpt
Micah Faraday was royally screwed, and not in the
good way most incubi would have liked.
It all started when he brought Erik Anderson into
his life. Saving the man by binding himself to Erik hadn’t been a part of his
life plan, but there was a little seed of thought inside of Micah that told him
that if he could provide an inkling of good in the world by saving a life, then
he wouldn’t die completely useless. He hadn’t counted on Erik actually wanting
to be with him, though.
The moment the mating bond snapped into place
between the two of them, Micah knew he was screwed, because there was an actual
chance that Erik actually wanted him, and Micah couldn’t admit to
himself that he —no, yearned for—another person to like him.
Now, he had someone who wanted him. Erik was many
things to Micah even though they’d only been mated a short while. The phoenix
was a lot of unknowns, certainly, but the one thing Micah knew about the man
was that they were bound together irreversibly, and it seemed Erik was okay
with that, much to Micah’s surprise and chagrin.
And they hadn’t had sex, well, ever, though that wasn’t
so much a problem since they’d only been mated for three weeks. Although, Micah
definitely felt the pangs of hunger inside him, a hunger that wouldn’t be sated
by any meal, and it was something that only Erik could give him. As an incubus,
he needed to feed in other ways than just eating food. Being bound to someone
else just made this need stronger, this need to feed, to play with, and to
devour the man he was bound to.
Not to mention the fact that the man with wild,
blond hair, ice-blue eyes and a perpetual, lopsided grin on his face was like
sex on a stick. Micah needed to mentally fan himself whenever he even turned to
look at Erik, and something inside him constantly tried to propel him into
Erik’s arms. He needed to stay away.
Because of the way he was trying hard not to feed
from Erik, Micah’s mind trailed off from time to time into some state where he
constantly felt exhausted, sometimes to the point of catatonia. It felt as
though the world around his would cease to exist, and it brought him some peace
of mind even as he sat there, unresponsive.
Back when he had been abducted, so much of his time
was spent feeling the rhythm of a machine press into him on all ends that there
were times that he almost felt one with the machine. Every so often, when his
body throbbed, he could feel everything around him disappear, and he would be
sucked into his thoughts, daydreaming and not paying attention to anything
else, really.
Much like this moment, where Micah was seated in
the middle of an apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, the apartment he now lived in
with his newfound “mate.” A whole group of his roommates were seated in the
living room. Erik was waving his hand about in front of Micah’s face to try and
capture his attention, and two couples were off on the other side staring at
him like he’d just lost his head. Zack had an arm draped over the back of the
couch, with one leg drawn up while Rain was leaning forward, his legs splayed
out in a comfortable sitting position, his fingers tented.
Then there was Kai, who was settled right against
Darius, his head against the gargantuan man’s shoulder. Erik, of course, was to
one side, with that lopsided, sexy-as-sin grin on his face and the way his arm
draped over the back of the couch, his body language just screaming honest and
open and everything Micah just wanted to touch and feel and…do a lot of other
things to.
Micah was so deep, deep into his reverie that he
hadn’t realized he was actually talking to a group of people. One minute he was
listening to Kai tell a story, when Erik’s arm tightened around him slightly
and he careened into oblivion. Part of it was extreme hunger.
Times like these, Micah missed the freedom of being
able to feed from the energy of the world around him. Now, it was as though
everything was funneled—and amplified—by the big, Nordic-looking lug beside
him. It was just one of the many double-edged swords when he bound himself to
Erik weeks ago. When Erik started to feel worried, Micah lost the already
tenuous supply of energy he had, and it made his mind attempt to shut down to
try and conserve what little energy he had left inside him.
But he knew he couldn’t. Micah could see the looks
on the faces of his friends and he had to come back. He blinked rapidly, before
turning to the source of the voice trying to talk to him.
“Earth to Micah, come in, Micah,” Kai said. “You
still with us, space cadet?”
“Huh, what?” Micah blinked and turned to Kai. “Oh,
I’m sorry. I was just thinking…”
“Care to share with the rest of the class?” Kai
grinned.
“No, not specifically,” Micah said sheepishly,
rubbing the back of his neck as a tinge of red appeared on his cheeks. “It’s
nothing serious.”
“Party pooper. No, seriously, we’re worried. You’ve
been spacing out a lot.” Kai frowned.
“Not to mention, you’ve gotten pretty pale.”
“It’s just incubi stuff, don’t worry,” Micah
replied, waving a hand absently. “Nothing to be worried about.”
Adult Excerpt
The world around Micah was reduced to the
sensations of his lover’s kiss and their embrace. Erik’s cheeks hollowed out as
he sucked Micah’s bottom lip almost harshly, demanding and needy all at once as
he kissed his mate. The way Erik’s stomach flexed, rigid and hard against his
own softer, smoother frame, as well as the tension of the larger man’s arms as
Erik drew himself closer, threatened to engulf Micah in his sultry warmth, like
moth to a flame. Erik tasted so sweet—sinful, even—almost like warm, melted
chocolate engulfing him with velvety softness. Micah craved more, trying to
tangle his tongue against Erik’s, but their kiss ended all too soon.
Their lips finally parted with a soft suckle. Micah
looked up to see Erik’s ice-blue eyes dilated, and his lips parted as he
panted. The phoenix’s arms tensed, grasping the wall. Micah could even hear his
mate’s nails scrape against the wood.
“You taste real good,” Erik murmured, his voice
just a bit lower and more guttural than usual. Instead of retching like Micah
did whenever somebody used a pet name on him, the term of endearment actually
made something in his stomach do some form of a flip.
“No, no I’m not,” Micah said, his cheeks puffing up
as he turned his eyes away, trying to sound as menacing as possible while his
hands went up into the messy mop of near neck-length blond hair that Erik had.
His fingers curled into them, combing through the locks as he peered up into
his mate’s eyes, dragging his gaze along Erik’s form. It took him another few
moments to speak, looking up to see an amused expression on his mate’s face.
“Your hair is, though.”
“Was that a legitimate attempt at flirting?” Erik
chuckled. He pressed his kiss-swollen lips right up against Micah’s once more,
lightly pecking the incubus’s lips. “That was awful.” He took that moment,
though, to grasp his smaller lover’s body up from the wall and hoist over to
the bed, dropping the man unceremoniously onto the mattress, and making Micah
bounce slightly from the force.
“No it wasn’t. I wasn’t flirting. Sh–shut up!”
Micah stammered and turned to look away, his face turning bright, bright red
and heat prickling at his face. He collected himself as he tried to pull away
from the phoenix, curling up into a little ball near the headboard.
“Micah, look at me, pretty,” Erik drawled in a
whisper.
“N–no.” There was a petulance in his voice, even as
Micah stammered. “You’re making fun of me. Also, I hate that name. Can’t you
just call me Micah?”
Erik’s voice was filled with mirth. “No, I wasn’t.
You’re cute and I like it, so stop hiding yourself away, all right? Come on,
Micah. Look at me.”
If it weren’t for the fact that Erik stopped saying
the word pretty and actually called Micah by his real name, he wouldn’t
have looked.
Micah turned his gaze slowly to see Erik’s hands
grasping the edges of his shirt. Almost in time with the sweep of Micah’s eyes
upward, Erik undressed right before him, revealing his broad, muscled frame.
Micah’s eyes were drawn to the perfect hills of his lover’s abdomen, to the
small treasure trail of dark blond hair that surrounded his lover’s
peach-colored nipples down into his pants. The incubus’ breath hitched. His
fingers clenched around the covers of the bed. In that moment, there was only
Erik, and suddenly Micah felt so warm in the clothes he wore that he began to
perspire just a bit.
Erik, of course, didn’t look so fazed, though he
did permeate arousal in every movement of his body. In fact, he’d started to
remove his pants, too, revealing a cock that was already pointed up, smacking
against his belly right below his belly button. He grinned and his head lifted,
tongue darting out to lick over his lips. Like a panther, he stalked forward,
crawling up the bed until he loomed right over Micah in all his naked glory.
Micah couldn’t believe this was happening. He
wanted so badly to resist, but his impulse control was shot to hell. Erik was
fulfilling his mate’s needs and desires at that moment, the cloud of passion
and energy permeating them both fueling Micah. It wasn’t just his lust, either.
Micah could feel his strength coming back to him, flowing back into him. The
small incubus didn’t know that it could feel like this.
From the many stories Micah had heard about incubi
who’d bonded who didn’t at least have sex once a week with their partners, it
was a wonder he was still alive.
True, he’d already been weak and starving for some
time, but he was able to get by just from feeding off of the happiness of the
people around him, and it wasn’t such a big problem without being bonded. An
unbound cubi could simply feast on whoever they desired, eating up the
pleasure—which was also why they were so sexual—of almost everyone around them
and ensuring their survival. But now, it was different. With Erik and their
bond in the picture, his body now craved and yearned for nourishment from the
phoenix. After all, Micah’s life now depended on a single person.
Deep in his reverie, he hadn’t even realized that
Erik had removed his pants, though his shirt remained on his body. It was only
when he was being flipped over, his face resting against the mattress and his
legs in the air, held in place by Erik’s strong arms, that Micah was able to
realize what was happening. Erik’s face pressed in between his cheeks, making
Micah’s eyes widen in surprise. “E–Erik, what are you doing—ah!”
