Hagen, Lynn - Nicholas's Wolf [Brac Pack 14] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen

asked as he got to his feet and looked around to see if anyone was coming.
    “Let’s go see who was watching us.” Tank tossed aside the undead body as he walked toward them.
    Jason ran to the truck, wiping his hands clean as best he could on his shirt before grabbing his mate gently by his waist and lowering him. “I can’t leave you here. You’ll have to come with us.”
    “And I’m chopped liver?” George snipped.
    Jason shook his head. Humans. “Come, George.”
    “I ain’t a dog.” George ignored Jason’s hand and climbed out on the other side.
    They took the elevator to the security office where Nicholas had directed them. The door handle was bent, and the door was slightly ajar. This wasn’t good. “Stay behind me,” Jason said to his mate.
    “Okay.” Nicholas grabbed the back of his shirt. Jason could feel his fingers trembling. He reached behind him and gave a gentle squeeze to his mate’s wrist.
    “I’m okay.” Nicholas rubbed his face into Jason’s back. He had never seen anyone as affectionate as his mate before. The guy thrived on touching him.
    The four walked into the security office, expecting to engage in another fight. Jason braced himself to defend what was his, but no one was there.
    “Aw, man.” Tank walked over and knelt by the desk. A human male was dead on the floor, his skin torn away at his throat.
    Tank rose, blew out a breath, and pulled his cell phone out. He entered a sequence of numbers then placed it at his ear. “Maverick, we need Nero.”

    * * * *

    Nicholas leaned against the wall, watching the smaller man do his thing. How he typed with those latex gloves on was anyone’s guess. Nero had assured everyone that he could make it all go away. Those weren’t his exact words, but Nicholas got the gist of it, along with a lot of stuttering and “It’s…complicated” thrown in there.
    His hand was shaking as he lifted it and ran it through his hair. Jason walked away from the group and leaned into him.
    “Are you okay?”
    Nicholas gave him a nervous laugh. “Sure. Just dealing with lions and tigers and bears, oh my.”
    “I don’t understand.” Jason cupped his face, tilting it back to look into his eyes as his thumbs caressed his cheekbones. Why was it every time the wolf did that he became lost in those chocolate brown eyes?
    “Nothing. I just had no idea so many otherworldly creatures existed and were around me.” The image of his mate at his most savage played through his mind. He wasn’t lying when he said Jason was hot. But what he didn’t say was that it scared the hell out of him, too. Not that he thought his mate would harm him. It was just that he hadn’t expected it.
    Sure he saw him change into a wolf in front of his eyes, but what he saw today was totally different. More primal.
    “I’ll get you home. What did we come back here for?” Jason asked gently.
    “I don’t honestly remember now.” He was more focused on the knowledge that the warriors were down in the garage disposing of the bodies and cleaning up the blood. More focused on Nero wiping away all records of it ever taking place.
    It didn’t matter if he wanted to walk away from this sci-fi adventure or not, he couldn’t. The thought of leaving his wolf was too unbearable. He was in it for the long haul, a thousand years according to Tank, so he’d better get used to this.
    Nicholas smiled up at Jason. “I’m fine. I was just shocked.”
    “You know I would never let anyone or anything hurt you, right?”
    “I know.” And he did. Jason had turned into a creature from hell to defend him, and Nicholas knew without a doubt that Jason would die to keep him safe. If that didn’t say I love you, then nothing would.
    “I’m sorry about your father, too.”

    * * * *

    “I’m sorry.” Jason ran his fingertips down Nicholas’s cheek. The only reason his mate’s father was still alive was because, well, he was his father. If anyone talked to his mate like that again, he