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Typical Fey.

They wanted to grow up so fast, if they only knew being grown up wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

“Yup.” She ran over to the two battling it out, waiting anxiously for her turn. Carter wondered what happened to the psycho bitch, Maribel, who tried to take Melonee. Ahm had rescued her from the shifters, but no one had heard anything about her since. He had a feeling they would see her again.

Carter’s heart skipped a beat when Tryck wrapped his arms around his waist, hugging him close. “Hi,
gatito
.” Carter would never get enough of that deep whiskey voice. He shuddered at the vibration that ran through him when his mate spoke.

“Hey, Biker Bob.”

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Tryck chuckled. “Who is this man you keep calling me? I feel jealous.”

“You should be. He’s totally hot. Gets my panties all wet every time he comes near me.”

Tryck threw his head back and laughed and Carter couldn’t help but laugh as well. His mate’s was just that contagious. “If you wear panties and they get all wet, we have problems,
gatito
.”

“Maybe I was thinking of someone else.” Carter laughed as he raced away from Tryck, his mate chasing him down.

“I’ll teach you to think of someone else.” Tryck called out, catching him before Carter made it to the top of the stairs. Tryck tossed him over his shoulder, Carter laughing his ass off. He grabbed the back of Tryck’s jeans, sneaking a free grope. He loved how Tryck behaved in public now. His mate had come a long way from trying to make him heel.

“I want to make your ears wiggle,” Tryck said as he entered their bedroom.

Carter’s mouth hung open. “No, you didn’t just say that.” He smacked Tryck on the ass while still hanging over his shoulder.

Tryck lowered Carter to his feet. “

, I want to make them do a happy dance.”

Carter must have turned every shade of red imaginable at the mention of his wayward ears. “Don’t make fun of them.” He pouted.

Tryck pulled the rubber band from Carter’s hair, running his thumbs over Carter’s points. “Never, they are perfect.” Carter’s breath hitched when Tryck snaked his right hand behind Carter’s neck, cupping and caressing the nape of his neck, the other hand unsnapping his pants. “So perfect.” Carter opened for Tryck, his mate licking Carter’s lips and then diving in. Carter wondered how he had gotten so lucky with a gorgeous man like his mate. Yeah, he was rough around the edges, but that’s what made him Tryck Santiago.

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He whimpered when Tryck fished his cock out, pumping it slowly, seductively in his hand. “May I tie you up?” Carter bit his bottom lip and nodded. Tryck walked him backward, kissing him with renewed enthusiasm. Carter rocked his hips, trying to sink his cock into his mate’s hand. Hell if it didn’t feel good as fuck.

Tryck laid him out onto the bed, pulling his clothes from his body.

“I want to drink you, pretty.”

Okay, his mind was officially fried. Tryck grabbed the leather strap he had used before from the nightstand, pulling Carter’s hands above his head, tying them to the headboard.

“You are such a beautiful sight.” Tryck got naked, crawling between Carter’s legs.

His hand grabbed the base of Carter’s shaft. “Hello, pretty,” Tryck said to Carter’s cock.

Carter’s toes curled when Tryck opened wide and took his cock to the root. He grabbed the headboard, and his mind floated away like a cloud in the sky, the only things left behind were the primal needs of man. The need to have his mate inside of him, loving him, and fucking the hell out of him was making his entire body shiver. His hole quivered at the thought of Tryck filling him.

Carter pulled his legs up, planting his feet on the mattress, his neck straining from the onslaught of sensations coursing through him as his head tilted back, calling out into the night. Tryck was consuming every cell in his body.

He was lost to his mate’s touch.

Tryck pulled his hips up, sucking and licking like a madman.

Carter’s ass was lifted into the air, and Tryck maneuvered around until Carter’s legs were over his mate’s shoulders. Holy crap, he never thought sex would be this all-consuming.

“Tryck!” Carter shouted to the shadows in the room, his body jerking around as he came. Tryck lowered him, kissing the head of his cock before grabbing the lube.

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Tryck's eyes were wild with lust as he inserted two lubed fingers into his aching hole. His hips hitched into the air, wanting Tryck's fingers to go deeper. He mewled as his mate drug his fingers over Carter’s hot spot.

“That’s it,
gatito
, purr for me.” His mate smiled at him seductively, making him shudder with delight. Those blue eyes bore into his as Tryck added a third finger.

His mate leaned forward, his tongue snaking out to capture one of carter’s nipples, sucking it between his lips. Carter squirmed under him, rocking his body at the sensations shooting through him.

He groaned when Tryck used his teeth, biting his nipple as his fingers plunged in and out of Carter’s ass.

Oh hell, he wasn’t going to survive this. He cried out when Tryck released his nipple, leaning back to look down at him.

Carter pulled at his bound hands, wanting desperately to touch the golden skin before him.

Tryck removed his fingers and then entered him, dropping down onto his forearms, kissing the tips of Carter’s ears as they wiggled around. He didn’t care what his ears did right now. He wanted his mate to make love to his body in the wickedest of ways.

Carter’s lips parted, his eyes darting around as he drowned in the scent of his mate, in the feeling of being totally dominated and taken over. It freed him from thinking. His only job right now was to enjoy every touch, every thrust. And he was enjoying it tremendously.

Tryck pulled Carter’s left leg up and placed it over his hip, pushing his hands under Carter’s ass, pulling his mate up to him.

Carter couldn’t take the hurricane brewing inside of him. It was too much. “Tryck,” he whimpered.

“Don’t fight it,
gatito
. Give it to me, let me take over.” His mate’s hands smoothed over his body, touching him in the most intimate ways.

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Carter fell back into the ocean of Tryck’s ministrations, slowly sinking into what his mate was doing to him. His body was no longer his. Tryck owned it along with his heart and soul.

He was home. Carter finally felt like he belonged somewhere, and that somewhere was in Tryck Santiago’s arms.

“Come.” Tryck growled as he pounded Carter’s ass, Tryck’s cock rapidly moving in and out of him.

The sensations came to a head, it strained his body and then Carter exploded, his body racing to do as his shifter commanded. His cock pulsed with seed, and his balls drew up tight to his body. “Tryck,” Carter cried.

Tryck growled, going deeper, farther before his canines descended, biting into Carter and taking him once again to heaven.

Tryck whined into Carter’s shoulder. He could feel Tryck’s cock throbbing inside of him, releasing his seed to Carter.

His mate licked the wound closed and then rested his forehead on Carter’s chest. “I love you,
gatito
.” He smiled, knowing he finally had a life with someone who loved him and wasn’t afraid to show it. “I love you, Biker Bob.”

* * * *

Carter limped once he climbed off of the motorcycle, Law and Dagon snickering.

He shot a glare at them.

The other mates piled out of the SUVs and trucks, the warriors walking them into the fast food place. The man behind the counter looked shocked as the Brac pack ordered the entire menu and then some.

Law thought Maverick was insane for bringing them here like this. The Alpha insisted they should come. He wasn’t right in the head in his opinion.

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“Isn’t Cody going to be pissed that we gave our business to his competition?” Carter asked Maverick.

“Nah, shove Keata in his face and he forgets the world exists.

We’re safe from his wrath.” Maverick laughed.

Tryck held Carter’s hand, asking him what he wanted to eat. Law was happy his brother was so openly affectionate now. Tryck deserved it. It had been a long time coming. Tryck had sacrificed a lot to make sure his brothers had a pack they could belong to, and his happiness was the final payoff.

“This ain’t food,” George mumbled. “It’s a heart attack waitin’ to happen.” The cowboy twisted his lips, looking at the menu as if it disgusted him. Law chuckled in agreement. Although he did like a fat, greasy burger once in awhile.

Tank grabbed his mate, kissing him quiet. “Don’t get all jealous because it isn’t your cooking.”

“We can burn the calories off when we get home,” Evan whispered to Lewis.

“Now that sounds like a plan.” Lewis chuckled as Evan wrapped his arms around his mate.

“They don’t have onion rings,” Caden complained.

“I’ll buy you some later, pup.” Mark wrapped his arms around his mate, kissing him on his temple.

“Chicken tenders.” Keata raised his hand and shouted.

“I’ll order you some.” Cody pulled his mate’s hand from in the air. “And a strawberry shake.” Keata beamed up at him as Cody glared at Maverick. “We have all of this at the diner, ya know.”

“I have my reasons.” Maverick chuckled.

“Burgers and fries, burgers and fries,” Cecil and Blair chanted, sharing a knowing look, Maverick and Kota groaned. Law had heard about their escape when Blair first arrived here in Brac Village. He was glad he wasn’t around when they stole the car. From what he’d heard, Cecil had calmed down some from his days of giving everyone hell. But the mate still had piss and vinegar in him.

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“I want a shake, too.” Johnny pouted.

“I’ll buy you anything you want, pretty baby.” Hawk lifted Johnny into his arms.

“Don’t forget to get Gabby something to eat,” Murphy reminded Ludo. “He’s craving chocolate and fried mushrooms.”

“That doesn’t even sound right.” Ludo soured his face.

“Come here, you little devils.” Heaven chased his sons around the dining area, trying his best to corral the toddlers in. Murdock ran around the other way, lifting them both into his arms.

“Gotcha.” The little one’s squealed as their daddy carried them over to Heaven.

“I want an ice cream cone.” Oliver winked at Micah and laughed.

“I’ll buy you one if I can lick it off of you,” Micah purred in his ear.

“At least I don’t have to serve all these greedy bastards.” Tangee laughed.

“They’d all get a Coke and call it a day.” Loco kissed his mate’s tattoo of flames on his neck.

“It doesn’t look clean in here, Gunny. I don’t want to eat here.” Nero bit his blue gloved fingers.

“Then I’ll make you something at home, nutter.” Gunnar picked his mate up into his arms.

“This is so bad for your heart.” Nicholas shook his head. “I agree with George, just a heart attack waiting to happen.”

“Then you can restart it, sexy.” Jason laughed.

“I want whatever Remi is having.” Drew smiled adoringly up into his mate’s face.

“I’m having a Drew burger with a little cock on the side,” Remi whispered.

“I heard that.” Dagon scrunched his face up in disgust. “Don’t forget to pick Melonee up a kid’s meal. Gabby wouldn’t let her leave his side. Montana can fend for himself.”
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“I’ll have five burgers, four fries, four fried mushrooms, two desserts, and a diet Coke,” Law told the man behind the counter that looked like he was ready to run for the door. When he just stared at Law with his mouth hanging open, Law leaned across the counter.

“Did you get that?”

The man stood motionless.

“I think we fried his brain.” Maverick smiled. “Lean in a little closer, Law.”

Law rolled his eyes at the squirrely Alpha. He had searched the backyard but found no pot growing, so he was still at a loss of why the Alpha acted the way he did. And the fucked-up part was, that was all Maverick. The thought was scary as hell.

Law leaned in closer, waving his hand in front of the comatose guy, growling when the smell of fresh morning dew and peaches swam over him.


Mine
.” He growled at the man behind the counter.

“God, I love my dreams.” Maverick chuckled.

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Lynn Hagen loves writing about the somewhat flawed, but lovable. She also loves a hero who can see past all the rough edges to find the shining diamond of a beautiful heart.

You can find her on any given day curled up with her laptop and a cup of hot java, letting the next set of characters tell their story.

Also by Lynn Hagen

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 1:
Maverick’s Mate
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 2:
Hawk’s Pretty Baby
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 3:
Sunshine’s Savior
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 4:
Remi’s Pup
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 5:
Stormy Eyes
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 6:
Oliver’s Heart
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 7:
Keata’s Promise
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 8:
George’s Turn
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 9:
Loco’s Love
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 10:
Lewis’s Dream
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 11:
Mark’s Not Gay
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 12:
Nutter Nero
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 13:
Heaven’s Hell
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 14:
Nicholas’s Wolf
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 15:
Murphy’s Madness
Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 16:
Montana’s Vamp

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