Carter's Tryck [Brac Pack 17]
Brac Pack 17
Carter's Tryck
Tryck Santiago is a wolf shifter who loves riding his motorcycle, hanging with his brothers, and giving Alpha Maverick Brac a hard time. His motto has always been “if you can’t fix it, burn it down.” But what will happen when his toughness can’t fix his mate’s problems? And what’s with all the tears?
Carter Santharian is a tall, slim Wood Elf. He’s also graceful and quick-witted, so what was fate thinking when mating him to Biker Bob? The man’s choice of clothes was blue or black, and the yellow bandana on his head reminds Carter only that two opposites may not attract.
Carter has to fight to make his own way in a world of shifters, and he now finds himself in with a mate who refuses to show any affection in public. Can he get Tryck to show his more tender side, or will Carter tire of the struggle and shimmer away?
Note:
Each book in Lynn Hagen's Brac Pack collection features a different romantic couple. Each title stands alone and can be read in any order. However, we recommend reading the series in sequential order.
Genre:
Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length:
27,885 words
CARTER’S TRYCK
Brac Pack 17
Lynn Hagen
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Copyright © 2011 by Lynn Hagen
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CARTER’S TRYCK
Brac Pack 17
LYNN HAGEN
Copyright © 2011
Chapter One
Tryck Santiago stood in Maverick Brac’s office blinking his eyes rapidly. Nope, the man standing there was real. He was staring at the most ethereal-looking man he had ever seen. The man was snipping at Maverick, his shoulder-length golden hair was tied back in a leather thong, straight and soft-looking. His slim and delicate frame moved animatedly around as the man fussed over being called like a pet.
The man’s voice called to a part of Tryck that he wasn’t even aware existed. When the man shrank back in fear over something Maverick said, Tryck lost his goddamn mind. “Mine!”
Oh, fuck no.
Had he just said that?
The Alpha looked from the man he called Carter to Tryck, a smile widening his face. “Ah hell, this is going to be a riot. Karma must really love me.” Maverick grabbed his side as he laughed, pointing between the two. “Irony is a motherfucker.”
“What are you talking about?” Carter asked as he looked behind him. Tryck gasped at the golden eyes that locked onto him. The man was simply beautiful.
Tryck walked over to his mate, circled around him as his eyes raked up and down Carter’s slim body, and then snapped his fingers at Carter. “Let’s go.”
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When Carter just stood there unmoving, staring questioningly at Tryck, he blew out an aggravated breath. “Look, you have two choices here. Either you come with me willingly or I toss you over my shoulder, your choice.”
The side of Carter’s mouth pulled back in a smile, Tryck caught the moan that almost escaped his lips. If he thought Carter was beautiful before, his smile made him breathtaking. “There is a third choice, he-man.”
Tryck growled. He wasn’t one to play games. The pull was strong, and he needed to claim what was his. How dare the man stand there and argue a moot point. “There is no third choice.” He snapped his fingers once again, pointing to the space right in front of him, but the stubborn man didn’t budge.
“Uh-huh.” Carter grinned and then shimmered out.
Tryck quirked a brow at the Alpha. “You knew about that little trick of his, didn’t you?”
There was a faint glint of humor in the Alpha's eyes. “A riot.” Maverick laughed.
Tryck turned on his heel and stormed from the Alpha’s office, his brothers Law and Dagon at his flank. “Damn, Tryck, was that really your mate?” Law asked as he kept pace with him.
Tryck really didn’t want to answer Law. His brother was the emotional one of the three. He would get all Dr. Phil on his ass about the whole mate thing. Tender emotions were one thing Tryck stayed the fuck away from.
He had to because if Tryck let his softer side come out, he would be perceived as weak, something he wasn’t. He had his brothers to look out for.
He threw his hand up at Law as they approached their motorcycles. “I don’t want to hear it, Law. Leave it alone.”
“But you found your mate.” Law protested, “Are you going to just walk away from him?”
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Tryck snarled at his emotional brother, “He popped out, I didn’t.
If he doesn’t want me, fuck him.”
Dagon chuckled behind them. “I don’t think it’s a matter of him not wanting you. It may be a matter of you ordering him to follow you like a damn dog.” Dagon threw his hands up when Tryck spun around and glared at him. Not him, too. “I’m just saying.”
“He needs to learn to listen when told to do something.” Tryck snapped. He wasn’t going to follow behind Carter like the other warriors did their mates. Hell no, he wasn’t that sappy. Matter of fact, he wasn’t sappy at all.
“Your neck.” Law shrugged. “I have a feeling Carter is going to have you eating out of his hands.”
“Not in this lifetime.” Tryck grumbled as he swung his leg over his bike. “Let’s ride.”
* * * *
Carter twisted and pulled at his hands as he paced back and forth in his dwelling that the Wood Elves had set up between the Brac territory and the Eastern pack, whoever they were. Maverick had given them five hundred acres to relocate to.
He thought of the war between the Wood Elves and the Shadow Elves. It was senseless. Carter had lost his entire family to the war and he wasn’t even sure what the hell they were fighting over.
“What’s got you all twisted up?” his best friend Teaky asked as he entered Carter’s bedroom. Normally Carter didn’t like anyone in his room, and Teaky knew this, but he had more pressing matters to freak out about.
Carter ran to his roommate, fisting the front of Teaky’s shirt. “I found my other half.”
Teaky brushed Carter’s hands away, but not before he saw a glimmer of anger in Teaky’s eyes. Carter ignored that. Ever since the war started, his best friend had been acting strange. He chalked it up
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to the loss everyone felt as people they loved and knew died. “And you’re still here because?”
Carter began to pace again, looking at his best friend, and then down at his hands.
“Oh, crap. Don’t tell me it’s what I think it is?” Carter shrugged.
“One of these days you’re going to have to give up your virgin status. You went on and on about how you were saving it for the other half of your soul. You found him, so get sweaty and funky, let him fuck you into the mattress and be happy,” Teaky said irritably.
Carter narrowed his eyes at his best friend. “Don’t make it sound so cheap. Binding our souls together is an ancient ritual that should be honored, not lessened.” There went that spark of anger again. Carter wasn’t in the mood to figure his best friend out right now.
“It’s sex, plain and simple. Go knock boots, get your groove on, cry out like a monkey, whatever you want to call it. It’s fun, hot as hell, and feels good as fuck.” Teaky shuddered. “Thanks, now you have me horny.”
Carter soured his face, slapped his hands over his Elvin ears, and chanted, “I’m not listening, I’m not listening.” Teaky chuckled. “You’re such a prude.” Carter waved his hand at Teaky as if to dismiss him. He had bigger problems. Not only was he afraid to have sex, he was scared to have it with the gruff-looking biker man. Somehow he didn’t think the man would be gentle, and that frightened him.
He was even more irritated that he didn’t even find out his other half’s name. Carter grumbled to himself as he shimmered back to the Brac estate. It chapped his khakis to no end with the knowledge that he would have to ask Maverick.
Well, maybe not, the men he had met might know. He made his way into the den, a room most of them hung out in. It amazed him at all the technology stored in that one room. Being one of the woodland creatures, they lived simply, no modernization. And it sucked. He and
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