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

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.” Carter’s Tryck
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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 48
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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 Carter’s