Carter's Tryck [Brac Pack 17] by Lynn Hagen Read Free Book Online

ran from floor to ceiling, out into the foliage of the backyard. Carter hiccupped, his delicate fists clenching, and then relaxing again in his sleep.
    Tryck stayed in that chair, rocking his mate and watching the shadows of the setting sun slowly creep across his room. He held on to what fate had given him, someone he could finally call his own.

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    Johnny came barreling into the den, jumping up into the air as he ran. “I’m going to be a godfather!” He ran around the pool table, giggling, and raced around the couches, finally stopping in front of the other mates. “But I don’t have to whack anybody.”
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    “Uh-huh. He just officially asked me to be the godfather.” Johnny puffed his chest out in pride.
    “I hope he likes vomiting,” Heaven muttered as he picked one of his sons up. Blair helped Heaven with the other twin, carrying them upstairs.
    “I hope he has twins like Heaven.” Drew grinned. “Two chatter boxes running around here.” He laughed.
    “Will the baby be a vampire or a shifter?” Kyoshi asked.
    “Guess we’ll find out when it’s born.” Nero nodded his head.
    “More babies.” Keata whooped while doing a happy dance.
    “Well, congratulations, Johnny.” Oliver tapped knuckles with him.
    Johnny beamed at all of them. He was going to be the best godfather ever.

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    Carter slowly came awake. Where was he? He noticed right away a heavy weight on his back. He stiffened, looking around until the room came into focus, a familiar smell infiltrating his nostrils.
    Tryck.
    Carter was lying on his stomach, Tryck draped over his back, snoring loud enough to wake the dead. He tried to wiggle from under the heavy weight, but Tryck only pulled him further under, his heavily-muscled arm tucking under Carter’s chest, sufficiently locking him into place.
    Carter jerked his shoulder, “Hey, Biker Bob, wake the hell up.
    You’re crushing me.” The shifter grunted and snorted but continued to sleep.
    Carter wedged a hand from underneath him and pulled at Tryck’s hair, noticing the bracelet still on his arm. The events of the day before came flooding back. He blinked back the tears, his head was already hurting from his previous nervous breakdown.

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    His cheeks burned from the remembrance of crying in Tryck’s arms. How embarrassing. Carter wedged his other arm out. The man must weigh a ton. He pulled at the bracelet, flattening his thumb into the palm of his hand at an attempt to pull it off.
    Carter stilled when Tryck began to nuzzle his neck. Oh crap, he prayed the man was doing it in his sleep, because if he was awake, oh crap.
    “Are you feeling better, gatito ?” the deep, whiskey-filled voice asked softly in his ear. Yep, he was awake. Oh man, he was awake and kissing his neck. Carter wasn’t sure what he should do.
    Shimmering was out of the question. Even if Tryck wasn’t touching him, the damn bracelet prevented it.
    He was stuck like a tongue to a cold metal fence. He had to admit, it did feel rather nice. Carter shivered when Tryck pulled his hair aside, kissing the nape of his neck.
    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