Missing His Cage (MM)
by Aeryn
Jaden
Return
of the Originals 6
Siren-BookStrand,
Inc.
Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 49,081
[Siren Classic: Erotic Alternative Contemporary
Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, vampires, werewolves, HEA]
Tormented and tortured by his adoptive family,
Cage flees in the night with only his instincts to guide him. Destination? A
human city, apparently. His confusion is cleared after a chance encounter with
a man straight out of his dreams.
Mikkal Daggart was tired of being on the run.
After being framed, he’d disappeared, waiting for the right moment to prove his
innocence. The best place to hide? A human city. Only trouble seems to follow
him everywhere and after saving a strange man’s life, Mikkal knows his hideout
is no longer safe. Not that it matters much, he has bigger problems. They go by
the name of Cage.
Was this a second chance to regain something
Mikkal had thought lost forever? Will Cage find out just what had always been
different about himself? Will finding answers help the two broken men mend
their hearts and build a happier future?
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Excerpt:
Carrying an unconscious, bleeding man home
was not one of Mikkal’s wisest choices. Even with the late hour, he was still
living in a city that seemingly never slept, and he gathered more than one wary
look thrown his way, even with mostly keeping to back alleys and once or twice,
jumping over some dead ends. His unforeseen cargo had not even stirred and if
Mikkal couldn’t hear the human’s- —and that was odd, Mikkal could swear the guy
was not human, but at the same time he couldn’t recognize the scent signature
and if not for the faint heartbeat, he’d have thought the guy was dead. In the
middle of their journey, he’d started snoring though so Mikkal figured the guy
was just a bit banged up if he could sleep so deeply while upside down and being
jostled all over town.
He wanted to take the window route and not
attract attention from his neighbors by carting the unconscious man in, but
that idea was rendered moot when John was waiting, patiently - pacing- in
front of the building, pharmacy bag in one hand, take out in the other.
“I was ready to put an APB on you, man. But
then again I don’t know how we could have explained this situation away.”
Mikkal nodded though he had no clue what
the human was talking about. He needed to watch some TV these days and pick up
some more human lingo. Living as a council member for the better part of his
long supernatural life had not really prepared Mikkal for blending in the human
society.
“What are you standing there for? Inside
before my colleagues feel obligated to arrest both our asses.”
“I would, but you’re kinda in the way.”
John rolled his eyes and stepped aside, and
Mikkal quickly made his way to his apartment. As if by design, he was barely in
sight of his door that his burden started to groan and fidget.
“Shit. Inside, inside.”
“What do you think I’m trying to do?”
“Zumba?”
John got the door, and they both rushed in
as the fidgeting escalated to full-out trashing around.
“Hey, take it easy. I’ll put you down, all
right?” Curiously enough, the guy had not uttered a sound, and at Mikkal’s
voice he froze, body tense as a board as Mikkal carefully deposited him to his
not-so-stable feet, arms still around the guy’s waist to catch him in case the
wobbling degenerated to crashing to the floor. Not quite his usual behavior, he
couldn’t help but notice. Mikkal didn’t do fluffy worrying. Except now he
seemed to be doing it. John’s amused snort was not welcomed either.
He forgot to be annoyed when his rescue
finally raised his head and looked straight at him. The guy’s eyes seemed to
sparkle with emerald fire on his pale skin framed by almost inky black hair. He
stood unnaturally still, expression frozen but still somewhat distrustful and
Mikkal couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think, was surprised to be still standing.
Those eyes, that smell. Mikkal knew them as he knew himself.
“Nigal.”
He was just standing there. Why wasn’t he
saying anything, why wasn’t he speaking or doing anything? It was as if… as if
he didn’t know Mikkal and Mikkal felt his heart beat fast with hope while
breaking at the same time.
“Wait- what? Your Nigal? The one you told
me is dead?”
“Yes. Oh my gods, oh. Nigal!”
His hand clutched and squeezed, his body
almost panicked at the idea of being separated for even one more second from
his mate and his cat was silent, so silent. He gathered the man closer to him,
needing-
“Who are you?”
His body jerked as if hit and his mind
reeled. He’d noticed that Nigal was unresponsive, but until the moment he heard
that small, terrified murmur voicing incertitude and confusion, Mikkal had not
realized that the body he was holding was not only frozen but stiff and
slightly shaking. Nigal was afraid.
Nigal didn’t know him.
How could it be him? His mate was dead.
“Who?”
His hands were cold but strong as they
grabbed onto Mikkal’s wrist and held on. Mikkal felt the touch like a brand,
and he was almost sure he saw the flicker of a flash where their skin collided.
He felt a bit light-headed and the shock of the last couple of minutes made him
plain dumb, so he was still staring into those sharp eyes and apparently not
capable of speech. He hoped the muffled hearing wasn’t a sign of imminent
blackout.
“Who are you? I know you?”
Mikkal took a deep breath and one by one,
unclenched his fingers, forcing himself to step back and release Nigal. If it
was him.
“Sorry. I’m… you. Ugh.”
Niga…the guy wasn’t trembling anymore at
least. Apparently not being touched by a lunatic not capable of ordinary means
of expression helped.
Aeryn Jaden loves to read. Loves it so much
that some days she doesn’t know what
reality is anymore. Her friends and family
usually have to yell a bit and remind her.
Must be why she’s twenty eight and still
searching for a special person of her own.
The second best thing in the world for
Aeryn is writing. Writing keeps her relatively
sane and clears the voices in her head
clamouring for her attention (meaning the
characters’ voices, she’s not that crazy to
randomly hear voices! Yet.). She was born
in Romania England
thing remains constant and that is her
totally healthy Internet addiction. So you can
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blog https://aerynjaden.wordpress.com/
.
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