Carter's Tryck [Brac Pack 17] (6 page)

Tryck pulled him closer. His hand spanned over his belly, rubbing up and down. “Do not be afraid. I will love you gently, kitten.” Oh, God, this was it, his other half was about to take his virgin status away. Carter gulped and nodded into the mattress. He knew there was no way he could run away. Tryck and the bracelet were preventing it. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to either. The kisses Tryck was placing on his skin were a new experience to him. Carter like the way they made him feel. He rolled his head to the side, giving Tryck more room to explore with his soft lips.

His body shivered as Tryck ran his fingers over his skin, the contact going straight to his cock.

He suddenly became aware that all he had on was his underwear and Tryck, oh God, Tryck was naked, his hard erection pressing into Carter’s butt.

Carter stilled, wondering what he should do next. He liked what his mate was doing to him so far. Correction, he loved it. The fingers running over his skin made his flesh warm everywhere the fingers touched.

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Man it felt so good.

His mate slid his other arm under Carter, pulling his back to Tryck’s chest. Tryck’s hand went from Carter’s belly to his cock, kneading it through his underwear. Carter moaned. Lust and desire sucker-punched him in the groin. His legs slowly slid apart as Tryck's hand worked magic on his body, making it feel things Carter never thought possible.

“That’s it,
gatito,
Relax.” Carter jerked when Tryck’s hand slid past the waistband, palming his erection. His hand felt hot on Carter’s cock, making him whimper with want.

“I’ve never…”

“I know, my kitten.” Tryck kissed his ear, making Carter’s eyes roll back. “Let me show you how good it can be.” Carter nodded once, closing his eyes to the sensations washing over him. Carter’s hands reached up and grabbed the arm holding his body to Tryck’s. He held on, moaning as Tryck’s hand made love to his shaft. His hips bucked, pushing his cock into the pumping action Tryck was already performing on his shaft.

Carter swallowed when Tryck released his erection and slid his underwear down to his thighs. He pulled his knees further up, allowing his mate to pull them the rest of the way off. Tryck threw the covers back, the cool air raising goose bumps on his skin.

Tryck’s hand ghosted down his side, over his hip, and back to his cock. Tryck’s thumb spread pre-cum over Carter’s throbbing erection.

Carter’s legs began to move as if he were riding a bicycle. Tryck chuckled. “Relax,
gatito
.” Tryck let go of his shaft and placed a hand on his thigh, stilling his wayward legs.

Tryck then reached under the pillow, pulling a bottle of lube free.

“Planning your attack all along?” Carter chuckled nervously.

“
Sí
, you are mine.”

Carter watched Tryck’s hands, watched as one unsnapped the cap and poured the clear liquid into the other. He licked his dry lips,
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watching as the slicked hand disappeared, and then his ass cheeks parted. Carter was thrown into a world of sensation alien to him.

The wetted fingers circled around and around his aching hole, a slight pressure, and then circled again. He wasn’t going to panic, no, he could do this. His hands gripped the arm that was across his chest tighter, his nails digging in as a finger breached him.

Carter’s head swam with the foreign sensation, his body responding in ways to Tryck that Carter never thought it would. His head thrashed in Tryck's arms, as he cried out from the overwhelming sensation.

“Relax.” Tryck nipped his ear then kissed the sting away. Tryck licked his way down Carter’s neck, making his skin buzz with excitement. So this is what it’s like. He wished he hadn't waited so long, hadn’t been too scared to experience it before. If what Tryck was doing to him was anything to go by, Carter would never get enough.

Carter relaxed his ass muscles, unclenching his cheeks. He took a deep breath then nodded. That slight burn had turned into an unparalleled pleasure that he wanted more of.

Tryck moved the finger around, pushing a second one in. It felt odd, foreign, until Tryck did something back there, and Carter shouted. He wiggled around, humping air as electricity shot through his body. His whole being seemed to jerk as the sensations crashed through him.

“You like?” Tryck asked in that seductive voice that made Carter melt. It was guttural and seductive, making him want to hear it again.

All Carter could do was nod, his lips parted, panting as the sensations threatened to steal his very breath. Tryck did it again, and Carter came apart at the hinges. He pushed back, fucking his mate’s fingers as he moaned. He pushed his ass back over and over again, unable to get enough of Tryck, enough of his mate’s touch.

Carter became fuller. Tryck slid a third finger in, stretching him as he made the electricity shot through his body once again.

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“Tryck,” Carter whimpered, his body coming alive for the very first time. He cried out in rising demand as Tryck’s fingers delved harder into Carter’s hole.

“I have you,
gatito
.” Tryck pushed his fingers deeper, scissoring them, and then pulled them free. “Now I will claim you.”
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Chapter Four

Tryck was losing his mind to lust. Carter was hot and ready for him, coming unglued in his arms. His mate moaned his name and Tryck’s chest tightened. He was panting in his arms, ready to give Tryck his body.

The need to roll his mate over and thrust deep was trying to overtake him. He knew he couldn’t. Carter was a virgin, and special care had to be given. He lined his cock up, slowly pushing the head past the barrier of muscles, and then stilled to allow his mate adjustment.

He rubbed Carter’s stomach. Once the muscles in his mate’s abdomen relaxed, he pushed further in. Tryck fisted Carter’s shaft, squeezing gently as he made his ascension deep within his mate’s tight channel. When he bottomed out, he stilled once again, waiting for Carter to tell him when he could move.

“You feel so good,” Tryck murmured against Carter’s neck.

“Have mercy on me.” Tryck blanketed his mate’s back, sliding his hands up Carter’s arms, pushing them above his head and locking his hands around his mate’s wrists, securing him in place. Carter tugged, as if to test his boundaries.

“May I move?” Tryck fought the primitive instincts to mount his submissive and take what was his. Carter had to tell him he was ready, even if it meant losing his mind.

“Okay.” Carter nodded into the pillow. Tryck kicked Carter’s legs up with his knees, and his mate’s ass rose higher into the air. He tangled his ankles around Carter’s, securing him in place. Tryck
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kissed along his shoulder blades, brushing Carter’s golden hair aside with his lips.

Tryck drove his hips forward, burying his cock into Carter’s warm sheath. His mate whimpered below him, raising his ass higher for Tryck to take. “Come for me,
gatito
.”

“I–I can’t. Help me,” Carter cried.

Tryck released on of Carter’s wrists. “Do not move your arm.” He instructed as he reached below his mate and grabbed his pulsating cock. Fantasies of tying Carter up played through his mind.

Captivating images of leather wrapped around his delicate wrists, binding him for Tryck’s own pleasure, was nearly his undoing.

He pumped Carter’s cock, slamming into him rapidly at the same time. Carnal lust and desire flooded him systemically. It started at his toes and rocketed through his body like an orb sphere of static electricity. His blood was on fire.

“Tryck.” Carter bowed his back, his body quivering as he mewled and panted. “Make me come.”

“
Sí
, come for me.” Tryck bit into Carter’s shoulder, unable to stop himself. The whole room turned red from his shifting eyes as Tryck pistoned into Carter.

He raised his head. “Do you accept me as your mate, Carter?”

“Yes, Tryck,” Carter shouted as he came. His mate bucked underneath him. Tryck had to hold him down as Carter’s head fell back, and Tryck bit into him again.

He felt the ribbons of their souls unwind, but he gasped at what he saw. Two small transparent forms in the exact same image of him and Carter danced around one another, melded together, and then split apart, Carter’s image entering Tryck and vice versa. Never had he heard of such a thing. His eyes were transfixed for a moment as the image disappeared. He couldn’t believe what he had just seen.

He watched as Carter’s small ghostly duplication disappeared into his sternum. His heartbeat stuttered and then synchronized with his
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mate’s. Was it because Carter was Elven? Whatever it was, it was the most beautiful thing Tryck had ever witnessed.

Tryck roared as he came, pounding hard until he was spent, sated.

“Tryck.” Carter shook his head back and forth, sweat glistening on his body. “The union is complete.”

“I saw us…” He wasn’t sure what he should say. He pulled his mate to him, draping the smaller man over his chest, petting his beautiful hair.

“Wow, I was afraid of
that
?” Carter grinned, his golden eyes sparkling.

“No more fears.” Tryck kissed his head and settled back, that gnawing emptiness slowly easing. That something he yearned for was lying in his arms now.

* * * *

Carter sat in the den, tugging at the stupid bracelet. There had to be a way to get it off. It was small and fragile in looks. Too bad looks were deceiving. He shifted around a little, trying to relieve the soreness in his bum from the claiming.

“What wrong?” Keata asked as he flopped down on the couch.

“That nasty blue man put this on my wrist, and now I can’t shimmer.” Carter was ready to go find a crowbar. Something had to work.

“We could cut open.” Keata pointed to Carter’s wrist.

“And what would we use to cut it open?” Carter quirked a brow at the little man. Keata’s smooth skin turned crimson as he shrugged.

“We could go to horse barn.”

Well, it was a shot, a long one, but what did he have to lose?

“Fine, show me the way.”

“Where are you two going?” Nero asked from the archway of the den.

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“Horse barn.” Carter followed Keata through the kitchen and out of the back door, Nero trailing behind them. He wanted to ask about the blue gloves, but he didn’t know the man that well, yet.

He had a feeling being mated to Tryck, that his life was about to change. Carter thought of Teaky. He needed to get home, get a change of clothes, and let his roommate and best friend know he was okay.

Maybe Teaky knew a way to get this damn thing off. His best friend was smart. If anyone could figure it out, he could.

Carter felt an evil vibe as soon as the three entered the barn.

Something wasn’t right. His eyes scanned the small building, looking for anything unusual. Nothing seemed out of place, but that feeling wouldn’t go away.

“Here.” Keata handed Carter a pair of bolt cutters. Carter tried to slide one side in between his wrist and the trinket, but the jaws of the cutters were too big. Well, it was worth a try.

Nero dug through the small room in the back, pulling out a pair of wire cutters. “Maybe this, it’s smaller.” Carter was able to slide the wire cutters in between the bracelet and his wrist. So far, so good. He pressed the handle together, but it wouldn’t cut.

“Let us try.” Keata and Nero both grabbed the handles, squeezing with all their might, but it didn’t even make a dent.

Carter was getting pissed. He grabbed the wire cutters and threw them across the barn. He wanted to shimmer. You never thought about things you took for granted until you didn’t have them anymore.

The three tried to scramble behind one another when a man came from behind one of the horses. “What do we have here?”

“Same thing I was going to ask you, buster.” Carter tried his hardest to hide the tremor in his voice. He wasn’t the bravest in the world, but it seemed the two men behind him were even more chicken than he was. Who was this guy?

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“W–We live here. You don’t,” Nero said from behind Carter.

Hell, Carter was trying to get behind Nero. Just because he was the tallest didn’t mean he was the bravest.

“I can smell her on you.” The man inched closer, baring his fangs.

“Oh boy, a vampire,” Nero squeaked. The little blue-gloved man ran behind Carter and Keata, once again putting him up front. Didn’t these two know he had more chicken in him than a poultry factory?

“Smell who?” Carter chuckled nervously. “I’m gay, no her on me anywhere.” He knew the vampire was referring to Melonee, which in turn meant him as well since he was Elvin and carried that sweet scent. For some damn reason fate made their scent irresistible to vampires.
Why
was anybody’s guess. It just was, and now they had to get out of this situation.

The vampire moved closer, his black pupils seeming to grow larger. “I want that smell.” He leapt, all three screaming and running to get away. The vampire clamped his hand on Carter’s arm, stopping him from rushing from the barn.

He turned to the other two. “Run!”

“We not leave you.” Keata picked up the bolt cutters, swinging them wildly at the vampire. The heavy pair thunked the man in the head.

Carter was grateful, but these two little midgets needed to get out of here. Not that he was heroic. It just seemed wrong for them to be attacked. They were so damn short.

Carter soured his face, leaning down to bite the man, but the idea was repulsive. The vampire could have all kinds of germs. Instead, Carter kneed him in the balls.

The guy yelped. It seemed no matter what breed you were, the balls were still sensitive. Carter managed to wrench his arm free, and the three ran through the door, screaming at the top of their lungs.

Four extremely large wolves emerged from the forest. Carter had to stop himself from doing a one-eighty and hauling ass back into the barn. Did he mention how huge they were?