Missing
His Cage (MM)
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.
Author Bio:
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 but cannot
stay put. One year you’ll find her in England, the next in
Greece or Belgium.
Who knows where her restless feet will carry her next... One
thing remains
constant and that is her totally healthy Internet addiction. So you can
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