Hagen, Lynn - Stormy Eyes [Brac Pack 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen Page B

and dagger crap? “Who are they, Paul?” Storm had to know if this was Keata, if not, he needed to know what his mate’s name was.
    “This is Keata.” Paul’s hand gently touched one man’s shoulder. Not his mate.
    “And this is Kyoshi.”
    Kyoshi. The name sent a shiver down Storm’s spine. Storm felt twitchy, knowing how much he was restraining himself. The muscles were locking into place, preventing him from lunging forward and snatching his mate into his arms. He swallowed, trying to add moisture to his throat.
    “How old are they?” Storm needed to know what he was dealing with. Would he have to wait for his young mate to come of age to claim him? The thought hurt his brain, the cells rejecting the idea of not binding the small man to him was painful.
    “Keata is eighteen years old and Kyoshi is nineteen.”
    Storm exhaled. He didn’t have to wait. All he had to do was get Kyoshi to agree to sweaty sex and biting. Yeah, no problem for a human to accept him as a shifter. Piece of cake…hopefully.
    Kyoshi stepped forward, craning his neck back to look into Storm’s eyes. Storm wanted to grab him up and claim him right there on the spot. God, he was so tempting. His heart raced, and his blood pounded through him. Finally, after one hundred and seventy years, he had found his mate. The rush was heady as he stared into his mate’s eyes. The warrior fought the pull. It would only frighten his mate if his canines extended while his eyes shifted to crimson.
    What the hell was happening to him? This out of control feeling of emotionally flip-flopping around was maddening. He wanted to claim his mate and give him space at the same time. Someone just shoot him now and put him out of his confusion.
    “Your eyes. They…change.” Kyoshi looked at him with a mixture of awe and fear. Storm had to close his eyes momentarily. Just being near Kyoshi and hearing his voice was risky to his sanity. He knew he had abnormal eyes as they constantly swirled and changed colors. Was it frightening to his mate?
    Storm also noticed that fate had a nasty little sense of humor—emphasis on the word little . Kyoshi was shorter than his commander’s mate, Johnny. Johnny was five four. Storm was six seven. What the fuck was he supposed to do with this guy? He had an urge to put Kyoshi on his lap and stick his hand up his back. “Genetics.”
    “I don’t understand that word.” Kyoshi took a step back while entwining his hand with Keata’s, pulling him close.
    “Uh, Paul. Are they like, boyfriends or something?” Storm was not sharing his mate. They looked comfortable with each other, like two other Sentry wolves in his pack, Cody and Jasper. They weren’t mates, but they sure as hell acted like it.
    “Cousins.”
    Thank god.
    “We go with you?” Kyoshi asked.
    “Yes. Come on, guys.” Storm turned to head upstairs then remembered Maverick’s request. “You have information for me, Paul?”
    “I found them hiding on my deck under a tarp. Seems big, ugly Americans stole them from home and carried them across the sea in a big cargo box. There were three other men with them, but they were taken away in a white van. The ugly American wanted to keep these two for himself.”
    Storm growled. “Human black market? Sex slaves? What?”
    “Don’t know. They don’t know. Hell, I’m just glad I found them. Good luck, Storm.” Paul shook his hand as Storm ushered his mate and cousin up on deck. He watched around him as he led the men to his truck.
    “I need you to lie down.” Storm pointed to Keata and Kyoshi. Storm hunkered down. “In the back of my truck.” He tapped the backseat as he reached into the cab.
    Keata stepped forward, tilting his head all the way back. He looked peeved. “Bad English. Not retarded.”
    Storm smiled as he put the two in back. “Sorry, didn’t mean to offend you. I need you to stay down till we are away from the docks. I don’t want the ugly American to spot either of you.”
    “Roger