Brac Pack 8: George's Turn by Lynn Hagen

Author:Lynn Hagen [Hagen, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mm
Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Published: 2011-04-23T04:00:00+00:00

“George, look at me.” Tank gently tugged his mate’s chin until he was staring into those beautiful, crystal-blue eyes. “Just once.” George locked his jaw and nodded.

Tank pushed slowly past the ring of muscles, stopping when the head opened George wide. He gripped his mate’s hips and pushed further, watching George’s eyes for any sign of pain. If he asked, he would stop, although it would kill Tank now that he knew what an angel felt like.

Tank bottomed out and waited a moment until George’s body adjusted to his invasion. This was the guy’s first time on the receiving end, and Tank would do everything possible to make it pleasurable.

Tank wrapped George’s legs around his waist, ghosting his hands down George’s legs to ease the tension. He pulled back and then stroked long and deep. George’s eyes closed, and his head fell back, his lips parting. He moaned as he bowed his back, taking Tank to a new depth.

“Do you accept me as your mate, George?” Tank’s canines dropped, and his eyes shifted. He was terrified his mate would change his mind and leave now that he could see his wolf. What would he do if George decided not to go through with this?

“What am I supposed to say?” George groaned.

“A simple ‘yes, Tank.’”

“Yes, Tank.”

Tank was flying high. George had agreed to the claiming. He dropped to his forearms, licking a long path along the throbbing vein in his mate’s neck before he struck.

Tank felt the ribbons of their souls unwind from each of them and entwine together, their heartbeats synchronizing. They were mated now. Tank was elated.

George shouted as Tank unloaded at the same time. His brain was in a fog of lust. Tank thrust harder, wanting his seed deep inside his mate. George’s body was an addiction Tank knew he would never get enough of. Tank licked the wound closed as he panted for air. He fell to his side, reaching for his mate.

George threw his arm over his eyes and a short breath left his lips.

He shook his head back and forth as if a battle was raging inside of him. Tank pulled his arms back and waited.

George rolled over and stood, grabbing his clothes.

“George, what’s wrong?” Tank jumped up from his bed and tried to pull his cowboy into his arms. George pushed him back.

“I need time, Tank. This is a lot to wrap my head around. Please, just give me time.” George’s voice broke. He dropped his eyes and quickly dressed, never looking at Tank. “Can you please take me to my truck?”

Tank’s heart was being ripped from his chest, but he nodded and got dressed. This couldn’t be happening. He was finding it hard to breathe. His chest felt like the world was pressing against it and crushing it.

He had rushed his mate, and now he was paying the consequences. Tank held his feelings in, not showing how devastated and angry he was.

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