Carter's Tryck [Brac Pack 17] (11 page)

Tryck laid his hand on the small of Carter’s back, walking him out of the dining room. “Would you like to go for a ride?”

“Still trying to get me on the back of the deathtrap?” Carter chuckled.

“It’s safe. I promise.”

Carter followed Tryck, wanting to skip along at how happy he was. He wasn’t really afraid of riding. He just loved teasing his mate about his favorite mode of transportation. The guy seemed to be in love with the thing.

Tryck grabbed a helmet off of another bike. “Wear this.”

“Why? You’re not wearing one,” Carter argued.

“
Yo no voy a luchar en este
.” Tryck growled.

“English, buddy.”

“I am not going to fight you on this,” Tryck repeated in English.

Carter grabbed the helmet, tucking his pointy ears in as he put it on. He flipped the helmet up and glared at his mate. “I feel like a dork in this thing.”

“A safe dork.” Tryck looked around and then kissed him.

“You better watch out. The kissing patrol may catch you and jail you.”

His mate ignored him and swung his leg over the beast. He wasn’t going to harass Tryck too much.

The man was trying.

Carter grabbed Tryck’s shoulders, climbing onto the back and hugging his shifter close. He ground his erection into his mate’s back.

“It’s the other way around,
gatito
. I grind you.”

“Picky, picky.” Carter slammed the visor down. “I can’t hear you.”

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Tryck started the bike, driving at a turtle’s pace. “I won’t break.

Show me what this thing can do,” Carter yelled from inside his helmet, knowing shifters had superior hearing.

Boy, he should be careful what he wished for. His mate tore up the road, going at least ninety miles an hour. Carter hugged him closer, not sure he would be able to shimmer them out in time if they wrecked.

Tryck slowed the bike, pulling off into the forest.

“Why did you stop?” Carter asked when the bike came to a complete stop and he pulled his helmet off.

“Because we are going to live out one of my fantasies,
gatito
.

Strip.”

Carter didn’t like that gleam in his mate’s eyes. He climbed off, handing Tryck his helmet. His fingers shook so badly, he couldn’t get the buttons to cooperate on his shirt. His mate brushed his hands aside, having him naked from the waist up in record time.

“What if someone sees us?” Carter asked nervously.

“Then I will gouge their eyes out for looking at your pretty little ass.” Tryck unsnapped Carter’s pants, letting them pool at his ankles.

“Step out of them.”

Carter did, standing there afraid one of the shifters on patrol would catch them. Tryck held his arms out and Carter climbed onto the front of the bike, straddling his mate. It felt strange being naked when Tryck wasn’t.

He gulped when Tryck pulled a thin leather strap from his jacket pocket. “Give me your hands.”

What was his mate planning on doing? Carter gave Tryck his trembling hands, watching as Tryck tied them together. Oh hell, all he needed was chocolate right now and this would be perfect. “What are you doing?”

“Relax,
gatito
. I will not harm you.” Carter knew that much, he was just curious. “W–What’s that?” he asked when Tryck pulled something else from his leather jacket.

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“Your pleasure. Now lean forward.” His mate pulled him until Carter was leaning over his mate’s left knee. He bit his bottom lip when he felt cool gel slick his hole. Tryck spread it around, pushing his fingers inside.

“Relax,” Tryck repeated, and then Carter felt something other than fingers enter him. He leaned further into his mate, giving Tryck more room to do whatever he was doing. Carter stiffened when a humming vibration began in his hole.

“T–Tryck.”

“I have you.” Tryck caressed his back, pushing the device in and out of him. Carter closed his eyes, rocking back and forth as the thing inside of him hit that sweet spot, sending his lust higher.

The feeling of steel between his legs, the hard device humming away in his ass, and the texture of denim under his arms sent Carter over the edge. He cried out as he came, his ass clenching around the vibrations, sending him even higher.

“That’s my kitten, come for me.” Tryck thrust the thing harder, spreading his ass cheeks wide.

“The…you…ung.” Carter couldn’t get his mind to work. His brain had melted, and his synaptic gaps were misfiring as his orgasm turned him into mush.

The hard device was removed, Tryck’s soft fingers replacing it.

“I’m going to fuck this hot hole of yours.” Carter’s cock was coming back to life at those words. He liked the dirty talk. “Fuck it.”

Tryck pulled him up, unsnapping his jeans and releasing that gloriously uncut cock of his. Carter tried to wiggle around to take it, but it was impossible in this position and with his hands tied.

Tryck lifted him up, spinning him around until Carter’s chest rested on the motorcycle, his ass presented to his mate. Tryck pulled Carter down, impaling him. “
Gatito
,” Tryck murmured and then began to move.

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Carter pushed his feet onto something steel, giving him purchase to slam back onto Tryck’s cock. “Yes,
gatito
, fuck me.” Encouraged, Carter planted his bound hands on the bike and thrust back harder. His cock was stuck between his belly and the bike, giving him a nice rub-off job. Tryck’s hands ghosted over his back, the feeling of his light touch giving Carter goose bumps.

“Oh, God, Tryck, I’m gonna come again.” Tryck grabbed Carter’s waist, taking over the thrusting, plowing into him. “You look so good bound,” Tryck grunted.

Carter’s fingers balled up, his cock exploding at the same time Tryck shouted. His mate pulled Carter’s ass repeatedly down onto his cock, hissing out before slowing down.

Carter collapsed onto the front of the bike, useless at this point.

Tryck reached up, untying the leather and rubbing circles around his wrists with his thumbs. “I want to tie you to our bed, watch your eyes glaze as you come for me.”

“Hush, you’re going to get me hard again. Two is enough.” Tryck chuckled and then kissed his back. “My mate can’t hang?”

“Oh, I can hang. Give me a pot of coffee and a Viagra and we can fuck like bunnies.” He laughed. “Now can I get dressed before someone sees my pale ass?”

Tryck pulled free, Carter groaning at the loss. His mate helped him dress, Carter too damn whipped to do it on his own. Tryck stuffed himself back in, redoing his pants.

His mate took the leather strap, binding Carter’s hair with it.

Carter tried to move away, but Tryck didn’t let go. “Why don’t you want your hair tied up? It looks good.” Carter shrugged, looking down at his feet. “My ears are sticking out.”

“But I like your ears.” Tryck ran a finger over the shell of his pointy ears, making Carter shiver.

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“You do?” His ears had never bothered him before. They defined who he was. But that need to look his best for his mate made him want to hide them, embarrassed that they were different.

Tryck kissed one ear, and then the other. “I told you they are sexy.

I wasn’t lying to you.”

Carter blushed as he beamed up at his biker mate. “Thank you.” Tryck growled when a hand grabbed Carter’s arm, yanking him away from his mate. Tryck lunged, grabbing at the man behind Carter.

“Let him fucking go,” Tryck snarled as his canines slid from their sheaths.

“No, he’s mine.” Teaky yanked at Carter, but Tryck pulled him back.

Carter was terrified. He reached out and wrapped his free arm around Tryck’s neck as he closed his eyes.

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Chapter Seven

“Let me go,” he cried out. Carter slammed his eyes closed, thinking of Maverick’s office. All three shimmered as he struggled to get free.

When he opened his eyes, Maverick, along with three other warriors, were staring at them.

Tryck yanked Teaky’s arm, reaching in his pocket and clamping the bracelet around Teaky’s wrist. Carter had wondered where that bracelet had gone. “I’ve carried this around waiting to use it on you.” Tryck snarled at Teaky.

Carter yanked free as the Sentries surrounded Teaky. They must have seen the look of terror on Carter’s face. He couldn’t believe his best friend was at it again. What the hell was wrong with him? In all the years he had known the man, he never acted this way before.

“You can’t keep me prisoner,” Teaky shouted, his eyes darting around wildly as Tryck held him in place. He could tell his mate was fighting not to kill the man. It was clearly etched in his eyes.

“You’d be surprised what we can do,” Maverick barked out menacingly. He turned to Carter. “Is he the one who attacked you?” Carter nodded, hiding behind his mate. He hated the fact that he was such a chicken heart, but facing his attacker, even if it was his best friend, was more than he could bear right now.

Maverick’s clawed hand snapped out, and gashes instantly appeared across Teaky’s face. “You harmed one of mine.” Tryck pushed Carter behind Loco, circling around the bound man.

“Why? He was your best friend.”

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Carter wanted the answer to that very question. He could see the veins in Tryck's neck straining, his anger barely leashed.

“He brought Ahm here,” Teaky snapped.

“No, I didn’t,” Carter squeaked out. “Whoever killed his sister started all of this.”

“Bitch shouldn’t have threatened me.” Teaky immediately curled his lips in, realizing too late what he had just confessed.

“You?” Carter’s head spun. Did he even know this man at all?

This wasn’t the best friend he had grown up with. This was a complete stranger standing in front of him. “You started this war?

You are the one responsible to for wiping out my entire family?” His voice was rising. “You are the one that made us relocate from our tropical paradise?” Carter felt like he was going to be sick. The person responsible for it all had been right under his nose the whole time, smiling in his face and sharing a fucking dwelling with him.

Tryck fisted the front of Teaky’s shirt, taking him down to the floor. “I should kill you for what you did to my mate, but I know just the punishment for your crimes.” His mate threw his head back.

“Ahm!” he shouted, the blue Shadow Elf appearing.

“How dare you call me,” Ahm sneered at them all. He took a step toward Carter but Maverick blocked his way.

Tryck got up and shoved Teaky at the blue man. “Here’s what you have been seeking. Ask him how he had a key to your bracelet.” Tryck grabbed Carter’s hand, showing the Elf his mate was free of it, and then pointed to Teaky’s hand.

Ahm roared, grabbing Teaky by his throat. The man turned to the room of shifters. “This doesn’t make us friends, but the war will end now that I have the one responsible.” The man shimmered out with his prisoner.

“That was cold.” Maverick shook his head.

“Bitch shouldn’t have attacked what was mine,” Tryck stated matter-of-factly. He pulled Carter into his arms, kissing him deeply.

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“Pussy,” Maverick teased. Carter could feel Tryck tensing in his arms. Carter broke the kiss and turned to the Alpha.

“You’re just mad that Tryck is one hell of a kisser. Don’t be a hater.” Carter gave the Alpha a raspberry.

Maverick chuckled, turning to sit behind his desk. “I’m only giving the macho man a hard time. I know he hates PDA.” Carter felt Tryck relax in his arms. He looked up into sapphire blue eyes, seeing how they seemed to burn into his own. Yeah, his man loved him. “I love you.”

Tryck growled, pulling Carter up and carrying him to their room.

* * * *

“So how do you play this game?” Carter asked when Keata handed him a controller.

“Watch me.” Keata went through the game by himself first, and then turned and smiled at Carter. “Got it?” Carter scratched his head as he looked at Keata and then his controller. “That’s a lot to remember. Why can’t we just race?” he’d seen the racing game before, it looked simple enough to start him off with, but Keata wanted to play this complicated one with mazes and coins. There was even a large gorilla in it.

“It will be fun.” Keata said the words a little slowly, pronouncing each one carefully.

Carter laughed as the game began, jumping around, trying to make it through the maze before Keata’s man did. He became irritated when the high-placed ponytail that Tryck had put his hair in kept smacking him in the face.

Tryck swore Carter to secrecy about playing in his hair. Tryck loved combing it, putting it into different styles for him to wear. He wore the styles with pride, knowing Tryck had done it. The only problem was the lashing he was taking now.

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The other mates joined them, cheering both of them on. Carter dove across a canyon, swung from a rope, and then crawled through a mine field until he reached the end, beating Keata’s man.

“Okay, I like this one.” Carter laughed. He won.
Go him!

“I want to play.” Gabby wobbled over, his belly distended with child. “It looks fun.”

“Just don’t jump around and pop that kid out.” Carter laughed as he handed his controller over.

Gabby waved him away as Tangee grabbed Keata’s controller.

“Hello, Carter.”

Carter smiled down at little Melonee. “Hey, princess, you want to play the next round?” He had gotten to know the little fey better, spending time with her outside in the backyard on her swing set. She was a little chatterbox, but such a delight to be around.

He didn’t regret not telling the tribe about her. She was happy here, and all the men loved her. It would have been tragic not only to her, but the entire household if she was given to the Wood Elves.

This is where she belonged, and Carter would make sure this was where she stayed. She was quite the beauty at the age of eleven, and acted so grown up already.