Hagen, Lynn - Tater's Bear [Brac Pack 22] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (10 page)

Tater licked his dry lips, his throat refusing to work. He bit his bottom lip as he grabbed his legs and pulled them further back to his chest. Olsen’s nostrils flared as his eyes hooded. Tater bit his bottom lip hard as Olsen entered him.

“Time out,” he called as he tried to breathe through the pain. How the hell did anyone get fucked in the ass? The shit hurt.

Olsen stayed completely still as Tater exhaled slowly, the pain easing. “Okay.”

The bear pushed a little further, as if testing to see if Tater would call another time-out. Tater pushed out as Olsen pushed in, the action helping…somewhat.

“How you doing down there?”

Tater chuckled as he rolled his eyes. “I’m fine. It’s just weird.”

Olsen laughed as he shoved his cock to the hilt.

“Bastard!” Tater shouted as he gritted his teeth, waiting for the pain to subside. “If you ever do that again, I’m going to smack you.”

Olsen grinned as he fell to his arms, his nose and inch from Tater’s. “On my ass, I hope.”

“Kinky bastard,” Tater teased as Olsen began to move. The pain morphed into a pleasure Tater never knew existed as Olsen snapped his hips. “Oh god,” he moaned.

“I knew you’d like it,” Olsen said before claiming Tater’s lips. He kissed him with an untapped passion as Tater wrapped his legs around Olsen’s waist. Hell, he’d bottom any time if it felt this fucking good.

Tater gasped as Olsen pulled back from the kiss and pulled his cock out of Tater’s ass. “What the hell?”

“On your hands and knees, Tater,” Olsen commanded.

Tater shivered as he rolled over. The commanding voice was such a turn-on. He spread his legs apart as Olsen entered him from behind. Tater rolled his head on his shoulders as Olsen pounded into him, the sound of skin clapping ringing off the walls.

He couldn’t take it. Tater tried to climb up the bed as the sensations threatened to drown him.

“Where you going, love? Get back here.” Olsen grabbed Tater’s hips, yanking him back as his cock drove deeper into Tater’s ass. Tater’s shoulders hit the mattress as he cried out. His body felt like it was going to explode.

“Do you feel it, love? Do you feel us bonding?” Olsen asked as he fucked Tater harder, deeper, and faster.

He felt something. It was like Olsen was inside of him, buried deep. Tater’s head fell back as he shouted when Olsen’s teeth sank into his skin. His cock erupted, sending his seed splashing toward the sheets. Tater clawed at the bed as Olsen held him in place, his teeth embedded into Tater.

A growl ripped through the air as Olsen snapped his hips at lightning speed. Tater didn’t think he was going to survive. Olsen’s teeth pulled free as a loud roar filled the room, hot spurts of cum filling his ass.

Tater was surprised the windows didn’t shatter as the sound grew louder, Olsen fucking him so hard that Tater knew he’d feel it for a month. Tater swore he felt Olsen’s cock grow larger. He had to be lost in the moment. There was no way Olsen’s shaft was growing.

“Tater,” Olsen gasped as his movements began to slow. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you, baby.” His voice sounded worried as Olsen literally wrapped his body around Tater’s, almost like a protective cocoon.

Tater rested his head on the pillow as he felt Olsen’s heart beat out of control on his back. “No, you didn’t.”

But he was going to be walking funny for a while.

Olsen kissed the back of Tater’s neck as he moved over, spooning behind him, his cock still buried deep in Tater’s ass. “Good, mate.”

Tater felt panic rising up at that word. What the hell had he done? He was one-hundred percent lock, stock, and barrel committed.

Shit!

Chapter Seven

Pa chuckled as the little ones ran around the backyard. It felt good to have whelps running around again. He watched Matthew and Maddox chase Melonee around, trying their best to catch her, little Nevada tumbling a few times as he tried to keep up. He hiked Skyler over his shoulder as he patted her back, being rewarded with a loud burp from such a little package.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get her?” Murdock asked for the hundredth time, hovering close.

Pa rolled his eyes. “It’s not like I raised any of my own. I could have sworn I had seven sons.”

“Yeah, exactly. None of them were girls,” Murdock said as he leaned closer, his hands outstretched as if Pa would drop her. He wanted to kick the man. Pa couldn’t blame the wolf for being overprotective. Skyler was cute as a button, but her dad was irritating as hell.

“Leave him alone,” Heaven chastised Murdock as he joined them. “I think he knows what he’s doing by now.”

Murdock glared at Heaven, his hands moving a bit closer. Pa chuckled as he finally relented and handed the babe over. Geez, he’d never seen a parent so damned nervous before.

Pa watched in utter disbelief as Olsen burst from the house in his bear form and then headed straight for the woods.

Yeah, this was going to be a peachy-keen sorta night.

* * * *

“Where are we going?” D asked as he ran alongside Tater. “You’re walking too fast.”

“I thought vampires were quick,” Tater mumbled as he tried to walk his fear away.

He’d lain there in Olsen’s arms, enjoying the feeling of being held, until his obsessive commitment phobia kicked in. He wanted to kick his own ass for up and leaving the bear.

The fucked-up thing was, Tater craved the love and connection he felt with Olsen. He just was terrified of screwing it up, of Olsen depending on him. He was sure to make the wrong decision and then Olsen would hate him.

Hell, he couldn’t even commit to fixing his motorcycle. For years it lay in pieces and parts on the barn floor. Once, just once, he had put the entire thing together, took it for a ride, and then torn it apart again. He’d attempted to put it together hundreds of times, cleaned the parts a thousand times, but never managed to reassemble it completely after that first time.

“Don’t stereotype me. Just because I’m a vampire doesn’t mean I’m fast. Do I look tall to you? I’m not the typical creature you’ve seen on the big screen.”

Tater chuckled. “I wasn’t trying to say you were. Sorry.” They continued on the back road leading to Tater’s father’s house. He wanted his damn truck. Tater didn’t care if he had to push it off of his father’s property. It was his, and he had every right to go get it.

Tater jumped when he saw shadows emerging from the woods. He quickly shoved D behind him as he braced himself for a fight.

“Ah, you really do love me.” D giggled.

“Shut up,” Tater growled as at least half a dozen figures walked out. His heart rate increased, and then he let out a loud exhale when he noticed it was Cecil leading the way.

“What the hell? Don’t you use conventional methods of travel, like a car?”

Cecil waved him off as he turned to the group behind him. “Why should I when I have the elf express?”

“The what?” Tater cocked his head as a very tall and elegant-looking man stepped forward. He had a feeling that looks were deceiving where this man was concerned.

“Carter.” Cecil chucked a thumb over his shoulder. “He’s an elf. He can shimmer us anywhere we want to go. Although he can’t take an entire tour bus full of people. Six is a good number.”

Tater shook his head. Since getting involved with the Lakelands, everything around him made no sense.

“Are you ready?” Cecil asked.

Damn. Maybe Tater should have been listening when the guy had been talking earlier. “For what?”

Cecil gaped at him as if he couldn’t believe Tater even asked the question. “Dude. Were you not listening back at the cookout? Pizza? Italy?”

“Whoa. Slow down. What about pizza and Italy?”

“I was hankering for a pizza and thought it would be cool to go to Italy to get it.” Cecil grinned as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Have you heard of takeout?”

“Where’s the fun in that? Carter is the one who suggested we go to Italy in the first place.”

“Hell yeah,” the man with the pointy ears cut in. “I’ve been there. They have pizza to die for.”

His eyes snapped past Cecil when he heard rustling. “Did you bring others?”

Cecil’s brows pulled together as he shook his head. “No, this is it.” They all turned to see one man after another walk from the woods a few feet down the road.

“Friends of yours?” Cecil asked as they started to back away. “Because I don’t remember inviting them.”

Tater swallowed, his throat drying out as even more men stepped onto the road. He wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but he didn’t like it. They were being quickly outnumbered.

“I know him,” D said as he pointed to one man in particular. “He isn’t a very nice vampire.”

“Vampire?” one of the men with Cecil squeaked.

“Just get behind me, Tangee,” Cecil said to the man.

“Like you could do any more damage than me,” Tangee protested. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

“I think we need to run,” D whispered. “This isn’t going to go in our favor. They have bloodlust in their eyes.”

Tater looked at the man he was referring to. His pupils were huge. Tater wasn’t sure if that was the sign of bloodlust or not. He wasn’t even sure what bloodlust was, but it couldn’t be good. It sure didn’t sound good.

“Run!” D shouted, and Tater didn’t hesitate. He took off toward his father’s home. It was the closest place he could think of. How they were going to protect themselves once they got there was an entirely different mess they’d deal with once they crossed that rickety bridge.

“Damn it!” Tater reached down and grabbed D when the vampire fell to the ground. “We don’t have time for you to fall. Not if you don’t want to get eaten.” Tater pulled D up and tossed the short vampire over his shoulder as he hauled ass.

“However you got here, use it to get the hell out of here,” Tater shouted over his shoulder at Cecil. He knew that Carter could only shimmer six people at a time. Cecil had stood there and told him that. And Cecil had brought five other men along. There was no way they could get him and D out of there.

“No way. I’m not leaving you,” Cecil panted and then yelled to the men behind him. “Carter, get them home.”

“On it,” the man with the pointy ears screamed as he and the rest of the men disappeared seconds later. The only ones left from Cecil’s group were Cecil himself, Blair, and a man with facial piercings.

“Oh shit!” Tater skidded to a halt when wolves, very large in fact, broke through the tree line and started heading their way at breakneck speed.

“Go.” Cecil pushed at him. “They’re the good guys.”

Tater sure hoped he was right. The wolves looked humongous enough to fucking eat them. He blinked, and then blinked again when three bears rushed in behind the wolves. He recognized one of them as Olsen. Well, he thought it was Olsen. The man was one in three of triplets.

Tater dropped to the ground, curling his body around D as the wolves and bears raced past him. He peeked up to see there were at least a dozen wolves. The men attacking outnumbered them, but the wolves and bears seemed to be fighting better than the attackers were.

“Get moving!” the man with the piercings shouted. “We have to get somewhere safe.”

Safe? Where the hell could they go? There was no place safe around here. “And where the hell is that?”