Free Carter's Tryck [Brac Pack 17] by Lynn Hagen Page A

his arms around Tryck’s neck and pulling him in, opening for Tryck’s tongue.
    He giggled and squirmed when Tryck rubbed his ears.
    “Your ears are sensitive?” Tryck grinned into Carter’s mouth, rubbing the tips of his ears once again. “That’s sexy.” Carter’s breath hitched when Tryck reached down and hooked his legs over his mate’s massive arms, spreading him open wider. His Carter’s Tryck
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    mate thrust hard, long, and deep, grazing that special spot that drove Carter nuts.
    Carter pulled at his mate’s hair, feeling lost to the onslaught of sensations. His toes curled, his ears wiggled, and his ass clenched as electricity shot through him. “Oh my god, Tryck. Yes!”
    “Do it, gatito . Scream my name, come for me, precious.” Tryck drove into him as Carter cried out, his seed splashing both of them.
    He lifted his hips higher, feeling every inch of Tryck’s cock in his ass. A piece of his heart broke off and drifted into those deep sapphire eyes. His mate was looking at him with such desire, such need, that all he could do was stare back at him. He was hypnotized by those dark and gorgeous eyes.
    “Carter,” Tryck called out as he stiffened, and then jetted into his hole. The veins in Tryck’s neck stood out, sweat trickled down his temples as his mate gave one last thrust, and then he lowered his head, breathing heavily. “You are going to drive me crazy.” Tryck rolled over, pulling Carter into his arms as he sighed heavily and petted Carter’s hair.

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    “We want to go get something to eat,” Blair stated to the warriors in Maverick’s office. Cecil, Oliver, Keata, Kyoshi, and Carter stood behind him. Carter had no clue why he agreed to the uprising. Maybe because he knew it would piss Tryck and Maverick off. He loved a good tongue-sparring.
    Making the Alpha's vein pop on the side of his temple had become a favorite pastime for him.
    “That’s not a problem. We can take you.” Maverick stood.
    “No.” Blair held his hand in front of him, palm out. “I want to drive, and the mates want to ride with me. You can follow if you want, but we want a little taste of freedom.” 66
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    Maverick looked over to the warriors and then back at Blair, “At least you said something this time, thank you. We can follow.” Maverick held his hand out to indicate the mates could go.
    “Really?” Blair asked in a happy voice and then cleared his throat.
    “I mean, really?” he said more calmly.
    “I’m not a warden. Just because we want you safe doesn’t mean we don’t want you to have fun. You’re not serving time.”
    “Hell, that’s news to me,” Cecil muttered.
    Carter peeked over at Tryck, his mate watching him suspiciously.
    He shrugged, giving Tryck the most evil of grin he could muster.
    Tryck gave a low growl, his eyes challenging Carter.
    Carter snickered. Oh, this was going to be fun. He winked at his mate and then ran for the door, laughing as he jumped into the SUV.

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    Blair drove the large SUV down the country road. He docked his iPod and pressed the button. The music flooded the interior. The song
    “Ion” by a band called Placebo filled the truck.
    Blair threw his right hand up as he jammed along. Cecil sat shotgun, playing an imaginary keyboard, strumming his fingers across his thighs.
    Oliver sat behind Blair, both his hands were raised high as his shoulders bounced around. His lower body swiveled around as he jammed to the music.
    Carter sat beside Oliver, his head nodding in short bursts to the rhythm.
    Keata and Kyoshi were in the third row, doing some funky thing with their arms that resembled ocean waves.
    Blair lowered his window, letting the wind blow across his face as he enjoyed the freedom of driving.
    It had been too long since he was behind the wheel, and he was loving every second of it.

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    He saw the two pickup trucks and three motorcycles trailing behind them. He didn’t care that they had an escort. The