Free The KinKaid Wolf Pack Trilogy by Jessica Lee

fingernails into the dirt, he managed to pull himself off his back and onto his side before ripping the helmet from his head.
    Breathe.
    With his mouth agape, Mason desperately searched for the oxygen needed to refill his starved and paralyzed chest.
    Breathe, dammit!
    As if in response to his command, Mason's diaphragm kick-started back into action. A loud wheeze accompanied his first breath, followed by a cough that sent the blood rushing to his brain like a jackhammer chipping away at his skull. Holy shit. He moaned and grabbed both sides of his head.
    Mason drew his legs up, then rolled over onto his hands and knees, ignoring the throb in his lower back from its nasty impact with the ground. Then it hit him. Evin. Where was Evin?
    Oh fuck. His heart jerked in his chest. Mason reared up onto his shins and scanned his surroundings. The motorcycle's sputtering engine drew his immediate attention. It lay on its side with the front wheel bent nearly beyond recognition. Less than a foot away of what remained of the bike lay a dark figure crumpled in the grass.
    "Evin!"
    Mason lurched onto his feet and began to move, half running, half stumbling the few steps needed to take him next to the unconscious body.
    "No..." The plea fell from Mason's lips as he neared the still form. Long dark strands of hair covered the man's features, but Mason didn't need to see his eyes to recognize who it was—he already knew.
    "Evin... Can you hear me?" Mason dropped to his knees, reached out, and brushed away the tangled locks. At Evin's neck, he searched for a pulse.
    "Oh, thank God." A strong thump registered against the pads of fingers. Evin was alive.
    Quickly Mason assessed Evin for injuries, starting with his head, then progressing lower to his legs. No open wounds were apparent to his upper body, but the moment he moved south, Mason realized that wasn't the case for one of Evin's legs.
    Evin's right leg lay at a distorted angle, the jeans torn and a section of bone protruding through the material. His stomach roiled. As he leaned in for a better look, Mason's palm found a warm, sticky pool in the grass near the injury.
    Shit shit shit. Evin was bleeding out. The fracture must have torn an artery.
    He needed an ambulance—now. But before he went anywhere, Mason had to do something about the amount of blood Evin was losing. He couldn't hold pressure and leave to call for help at the same time.
    Fuck . What the hell was he going to do? His head throbbed, making it a son of a bitch to think.
    A tourniquet. Yes. That should work.
    Mason glanced down at his torn cotton shirt. It would have to do. He grabbed his polo by the neckline and yanked it over his head. Gently, Mason turned Evin's head to brush his lips over his lover's. Evin's mouth parted on a deep breath.
    "Evin? Can you hear me?" Mason cupped Evin's cheek. "It's Mason."
    He grimaced, squirmed, and then a loud groan tore from Evin's throat.
    With both hands, Mason held on to Evin. His eyelids fluttered. "Don't move. Try not to move. You're bleeding, and I need to do something to stop it, but you've got to be still."
    A low growl vibrated off Evin's chest. "Leave me alone," Evin spit.
    "Evin, please. It's Mason." A shiver gripped Evin's body, followed by another groan. Then something flashed across Evin’s face like a reflection on water that had been disturbed by ripples. Mason shook his head. Damn, for a moment the face staring back at him hadn't appeared human. The blow to his head must have been harder than he'd thought.
    "Mason... No, Mason." Evin's head rolled back and forth. "Got to get away," he muttered. "Got to get away." Over and over, Evin muttered the same phrase.
    Mason swore his heart must have moved into his throat. He swallowed hard, trying to force the knot back down, and whispered a prayer.
    "Please God, help him. I can't lose Evin." On a deep breath, Mason shook off his anxiety. He had no choice. "You're going to be okay." He scurried to Evin's injured leg. "You're