Carter's Tryck [Brac Pack 17] by Lynn Hagen Page B

kissed his back. “My mate can’t hang?”
    “Oh, I can hang. Give me a pot of coffee and a Viagra and we can fuck like bunnies.” He laughed. “Now can I get dressed before someone sees my pale ass?”
    Tryck pulled free, Carter groaning at the loss. His mate helped him dress, Carter too damn whipped to do it on his own. Tryck stuffed himself back in, redoing his pants.
    His mate took the leather strap, binding Carter’s hair with it.
    Carter tried to move away, but Tryck didn’t let go. “Why don’t you want your hair tied up? It looks good.” Carter shrugged, looking down at his feet. “My ears are sticking out.”
    “But I like your ears.” Tryck ran a finger over the shell of his pointy ears, making Carter shiver.

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    “You do?” His ears had never bothered him before. They defined who he was. But that need to look his best for his mate made him want to hide them, embarrassed that they were different.
    Tryck kissed one ear, and then the other. “I told you they are sexy.
    I wasn’t lying to you.”
    Carter blushed as he beamed up at his biker mate. “Thank you.” Tryck growled when a hand grabbed Carter’s arm, yanking him away from his mate. Tryck lunged, grabbing at the man behind Carter.
    “Let him fucking go,” Tryck snarled as his canines slid from their sheaths.
    “No, he’s mine.” Teaky yanked at Carter, but Tryck pulled him back.
    Carter was terrified. He reached out and wrapped his free arm around Tryck’s neck as he closed his eyes.

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    Chapter Seven

    “Let me go,” he cried out. Carter slammed his eyes closed, thinking of Maverick’s office. All three shimmered as he struggled to get free.
    When he opened his eyes, Maverick, along with three other warriors, were staring at them.
    Tryck yanked Teaky’s arm, reaching in his pocket and clamping the bracelet around Teaky’s wrist. Carter had wondered where that bracelet had gone. “I’ve carried this around waiting to use it on you.” Tryck snarled at Teaky.
    Carter yanked free as the Sentries surrounded Teaky. They must have seen the look of terror on Carter’s face. He couldn’t believe his best friend was at it again. What the hell was wrong with him? In all the years he had known the man, he never acted this way before.
    “You can’t keep me prisoner,” Teaky shouted, his eyes darting around wildly as Tryck held him in place. He could tell his mate was fighting not to kill the man. It was clearly etched in his eyes.
    “You’d be surprised what we can do,” Maverick barked out menacingly. He turned to Carter. “Is he the one who attacked you?” Carter nodded, hiding behind his mate. He hated the fact that he was such a chicken heart, but facing his attacker, even if it was his best friend, was more than he could bear right now.
    Maverick’s clawed hand snapped out, and gashes instantly appeared across Teaky’s face. “You harmed one of mine.” Tryck pushed Carter behind Loco, circling around the bound man.
    “Why? He was your best friend.”

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    Carter wanted the answer to that very question. He could see the veins in Tryck's neck straining, his anger barely leashed.
    “He brought Ahm here,” Teaky snapped.
    “No, I didn’t,” Carter squeaked out. “Whoever killed his sister started all of this.”
    “Bitch shouldn’t have threatened me.” Teaky immediately curled his lips in, realizing too late what he had just confessed.
    “You?” Carter’s head spun. Did he even know this man at all?
    This wasn’t the best friend he had grown up with. This was a complete stranger standing in front of him. “You started this war?
    You are the one responsible to for wiping out my entire family?” His voice was rising. “You are the one that made us relocate from our tropical paradise?” Carter felt like he was going to be sick. The person responsible for it all had been right under his nose the whole time, smiling in his face and sharing a fucking dwelling with