Mating Thomas Brac Pack (2 page)

Tyler stole glances at Thomas the whole drive. He couldn’t believe the sexy man who needed a ride was his mate. It was as if fate had dropped the man right in Tyler’s lap. He had finished up his investigation with Mr. Leonard Nimble and had planned on taking off.

As a matter of fact, he was heading out of town when he saw Thomas standing by his car. Never one to pass up a goodlooking man in distress, Tyler had stopped. He shuddered at the thought that he had almost driven away from this town and his mate.

“How long have you lived here?” Tyler asked as he drove down the long stretch of country road. It was pitch-black except for his headlights, giving the ambiance in the cab an intimate and cozy feeling.

Tyler was glad his mate was this cautious, but it was going to make getting a little closer to the guy just that much harder.

Thomas turned toward him, his brows pulled down into a confused frown. “Who?”

Oh, hell.
His mate wasn’t even aware that shifters existed. This was not good. Not if he wanted to claim his mate tonight.

How in the hell had the man lived here his entire life and not known about the shifters and vampires that lived all around him? Tyler was amazed the preternatural community was able to keep this a secret from the guy for so long.

He was a little peeved about that fact. It only made his job harder now.
“Where are you from?” Thomas asked as he sat forward, looking a little intrigued.
“Down south.” He chuckled.
“I detected a slight southern drawl,” Thomas pointed out.
“And here I thought I disguised it very well.”
“Not good enough,” Thomas said a little proudly.
Did the man like a southern accent? Tyler grinned as he turned down Thomas’s driveway. “I got ya home real quick, honey.”
Thomas shot a glance toward Tyler, and a smile not only lit up his face, but his pretty eyes as well. Maybe the guy really was turned on by a southern drawl. But there was no way Tyler was going to keep talking like that. He had worked too damn hard to disguise it to let it come out just because it pleased his mate.
“That you did,” Thomas said as he chuckled. “Would you like to come in for some coffee?”
Hell yes!
“Sure.”
Tyler could feel his cock getting rock hard as he watched Thomas slide from the truck, his ass rocking gently back and forth as he headed for the front porch.
“You coming?” Thomas called over his shoulder.
If I’m lucky.
Tyler climbed out of his truck, following behind Thomas. Thomas stood in the doorway, holding the screen door open for Tyler. “Come on in.”
Tyler walked into the house, noticing how simply it was decorated. There was a living room set that consisted of a couch, a love seat, and a chair. There were two end tables and a coffee table. He also noticed a large bookshelf that was lined with paperback novels. Tyler walked over to the bookshelf, pulling a book down and glancing at the cover. “Male erotic romance?” His eyebrow rose a fraction as he looked over at his mate.
Thomas blushed as he waved his hand toward another room. “The kitchen is this way.”
Tyler pushed the book back into its place as he followed Thomas into the kitchen, his mate’s ears and cheeks pinked real pretty.
It only made the stunning man even more gorgeous.
“Do you like cream and sugar?” Thomas asked.
“I love
cream
.” Tyler drew out the last word, watching as Thomas’s blush deepened.
“No sugar?” Thomas asked as he set the pot to brewing.
“Only if you’re the one giving the kiss.”
Thomas’s hand stilled as he glanced over at Tyler. “Pretty blunt, aren’t you?”
Tyler crossed the room, blocking Thomas against the counter by placing a hand on either side of his mate. He inhaled deeply, his cock jerking at his mate’s musky aroma. The man smelled like leather and fire. “I don’t believe in beating around the bush.”
“Tyler?”
Tyler’s eyes fluttered closed at hearing his name on his mate’s lips. The inflection was light, sexy.
“Yes?” He purred the one word.
“Back off.”
Tyler’s eyes flew open the same time his hands rose from the counter in a surrender gesture as he took a step back. “What’s wrong?”
Thomas’s lips thinned as he walked over to the coffeemaker. “I don’t even know you, Tyler. Slow the hell down or get out.”
Slow down it was then.
“My apologies, Thomas. I tend to go after what I like. And I like you very much.” He sat down at the kitchen table, giving Thomas his best flirtatious smile.
Thomas had a look in his eyes that said he wasn’t buying it.
Damn.

Thomas was a nervous wreck. There was something about Tyler that pulled at Thomas’s gut, making him want to take what the man was offering. But Thomas wasn’t a wanton slut. He had self-respect and wasn’t going to toss himself at the man.

No matter how badly he wanted to. And gods, he wanted to so badly. Tyler was sexy and alluring, broad in

the shoulders and waist, and had the prettiest damn face Thomas had seen on a man that could still be considered masculine. His heart was racing, and his cock was pounding in his jeans for just one damn kiss.
Would one kiss really hurt? He stared at

Tyler’s full lips and ached for just one taste.
Stop it!
“The cream is in the refrigerator,” Thomas said as he pointed across the kitchen, needing space between him and the gorgeous god. If he didn’t get his libido back under control, he was going to let Tyler fuck him right on the kitchen floor.
Would one fuck really hurt?
Thomas inwardly groaned. He had never had such a strong attraction to anyone in his life. Tyler was making his brain cells misfire, and thoughts so naughty that they dare not be mentioned out loud were chasing through his mind.
He wanted a piece of that man in the worst sort of way.
Thomas kept his back to Tyler, praying the man wouldn’t see his erection straining against his jeans. It was throbbing so hard that Thomas feared having an orgasm right where he stood.
Tyler crossed the kitchen, leaning in close to Thomas as he set the cream on the counter. “One dollop of cream, please.” His warm breath tickled Thomas’s cheek, making his cock even harder.
Thomas swallowed hard as he gave a slight nod. “Okay.”
Tyler backed away, and Thomas felt the primal heat of Tyler leave from around his body. He stirred the cream in, giving the man just one dollop, and then carried the mug over to the table. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” Tyler said as he took the cup.
“It’s the least I could do for helping me out in a pinch. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get home. I stayed so late at the rec center that the mechanic’s garage was closed.” And why was he being so damn chatty?
“You work at the rec center?” Tyler asked as Thomas took a seat on Tyler’s left, stirring his coffee and nodding.
“I work there as a recreation coordinator and a counselor.”
“A counselor?” Tyler asked, sounding interested. “What is your area of expertise?”
Thomas felt a small thrill inside. Although he worked with Taylor and Drew over at Tate’s Resource Center and the guys were great, no one really asked him about his work. The kids only wanted to know about games and crafts, or even sports, and the people who came to see him—adolescent and adults alike—were more focused on their issues.
Not that he blamed them. Some of the people who came to see him had rather harsh issues. But it was nice that someone was taking an interest in him.
“I specialize in drug addictions, but I can help with an array of other issues that people come to me for.”

So his mate was more than just good looks. Tyler smiled. He liked a smart man. He liked an athletic man as well. And Thomas filled the bill on both accounts. Fate had been very kind to Tyler when giving him a mate. He gazed over Thomas’s long, lean frame as the man sat back, glancing around the kitchen nervously. The man was built for sex.

“Do you like what you do?” Tyler asked.
“It’s fulfilling, and I enjoy going to work.”
That was good. Nothing sucked worse than going to a hated job. He was glad his mate found his niche in life. Not too many people achieved that.
“Do you have a heavy caseload?”
Thomas shrugged. “Not real heavy. It’s amazing the things people seek counseling for, though. But I mostly enjoy working with the children. They are fun to be around and very creative.”
Tyler liked getting to know his mate. But until he claimed the man, all he could think about was fucking the man into the linoleum. His cock was rock hard and throbbing painfully in his jeans. He was sitting there with images of Thomas sucking his cock and jutting his ass up nicely for Tyler to fuck.
“Your eyes,” Thomas said as he slowly sat his coffee mug down.
Oh, shit.
Tyler had been so centered on images of what his mate would look like as Tyler fucked him that he hadn’t kept his wolf under lock and key. He rubbed the palms of his hands over his eyes.
“I must have gotten some dirt in them.”
“That wasn’t dirt, Tyler. Dirt doesn’t turn a funny red in the irises, maybe the whites, but not the irises. They almost looked like they were glowing.”
Tyler cursed when Thomas jumped up from the table and began to back away. “What are you?”
“Easy, hon.” Tyler stood, holding his hands up. “There’s no need to panic.”
“Oh,” Thomas said as he backed toward the counter and grabbed a rolling pin out of the dish rack. “I think there is a very good reason to panic.”
What in the hell did his mate plan on doing with a rolling pin? Was he going to grab a cookie cutter next?
“I promised you that you were safe, Thomas.”
“And that was before your eyes went all psycho on me.”
This was not how Tyler had planned to spend his evening. He was hoping to be balls deep in Thomas’s ass, claiming his mate as they rocked the walls of the house. He hadn’t planned on spending it defending himself against a rolling pin.
The shit I get myself into.
“How do I know I can trust you? No one’s eyes glow. Here I thought you were just some gorgeous man helping me out. Now I’m thinking you’re going to give me an anal probe or something.”
Tyler was not going to touch that with a ten-foot pole. It was just too easy.
“You think I’m gorgeous?”
Thomas scowled at Tyler. “Don’t try to change the subject.”
Tyler took one step forward, watching his mate and the damn pin. “I’m not trying to change the subject, hon. You are my mate. I would never harm you. I would kill myself before I let any harm befall you.”
“Mate?” Thomas said as the rolling pin in his hand wavered. “I’ve heard that word before.”
Good
. Then he wouldn’t have to explain as much as he thought he would. “Where did you hear it?”
“At the rec center. Maverick has used it, and the men who come there to hang out or help out have used it hundreds of times. I just thought they were using secret codes because they were gay.”
“It means that they are mated to a shifter.”
“Shifter?”
“A person who can change into an animal.”
Thomas raised the rolling pin, his eyes narrowing at Tyler. “There is no such thing as a man who can change into an animal, Tyler.”
Damn, and here he thought he was getting somewhere.
Tyler sighed, praying his mate didn’t have a heart attack or beat him down with the wooden pin. He shifted into his wolf form, inwardly wincing when he heard Thomas shout. The man took off out of the kitchen, and Tyler gave chase.
He was a wolf, after all.
“Get away from me!” Thomas shouted as he ran behind the sofa.
Tyler shifted back into his human form, keeping a good distance between him and his mate. Although that was the last thing he wanted to do. Tyler could see the fear in Thomas’s eyes and wanted nothing more than to comfort the man.
“Now do you see I was telling the truth?”
“I…I…I don’t know what to think.”
Tyler cursed when Thomas’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and then he slumped down behind the couch. Tyler ran for his mate, but didn’t make it in time to stop the man from hitting his head on the floor.
That was going to hurt when he came to.

Thomas groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. That was one hell of a dream he had been having. What had he eaten for dinner? Whatever it was, he knew to steer clear of it. Although he had to admit, he was impressed with how vivid it had been.

A wolf?
Jeez.
He had never had an imagination like that before. Since when did he dream of men changing into animals? Maybe he needed to counsel himself.
“You’re awake.”
Oh. Fucking. Hell.
The man was real.
And sitting on his bed!
Thomas tried to sit up, but became dizzy and dropped back down on the bed. He covered his eyes with one arm, hoping he was still dreaming. Because if he wasn’t, life had taken a wrong turn somewhere.
“How are you feeling?” Tyler asked as his fingers probed Thomas’s head. “You took a nasty spill behind the couch.”
Thomas lay very still. He wasn’t sure what to say to a naked man sitting on his bed. A very gorgeous naked man at that.
“Fine,” he blurted out, trying to scoot away from the man.
“Stop running from me. I’m only checking your head.”
Thomas stopped moving, allowing Tyler to poke at him. He wasn’t sure why, but he liked the man’s hands on him.

Oh, gods. I’m really losing it. I like a damn wolf.
Tyler smiled down at Thomas, and Thomas melted on the spot. The glow of the smile warmed Thomas where he lay. The man was truly handsome.
But that doesn’t mean you should fall for him. Hello, he’s a damn shifter.
The mental slap did Thomas no good. Tyler’s grey eyes were sparkling as he gazed down at Thomas. How was he supposed to defend himself against an arresting smile?
“I think you’ll live,” Tyler said as he leaned back.
“Thanks,” Thomas said lamely as he pushed himself up and rested his back against the headboard. “I think.”
Tyler chuckled and Thomas’s cock became hard all over again. It seemed no matter how much he fought against being attracted to Tyler, nothing was working. He was beginning to think nothing would.
“I never got a chance to return your compliment.”
Thomas blushed. He couldn’t believe he had told Tyler that he thought the man was gorgeous. Thomas wasn’t normally so blunt.
“Just for the record, I think you are one sexy-ass package.”
“You do?” Thomas said before he could think better of it. “I mean, thanks.”
Gods, he was turning into an idiot around this man. Well, he couldn’t rightfully be blamed. The man
was
naked, after all. His shoulders were broad, his body was thick and muscular, and he looked ten years younger when he smiled.
“You are most welcome,” Tyler said slowly as he leaned closer to Thomas. “I’m going to do something I’ve been dying to do since laying eyes on you. I’m going to kiss you, mate. So if you want to maim me, do it now.”
That was the last thing Thomas wanted to do.
Tyler leaned forward, brushing his lips over Thomas’s, making him shiver at the contact. Tyler’s lips were warm, inviting, and he could smell a hint of peppermint.
“I want to lick you all over,” Tyler growled softly into Thomas’s mouth.
Thomas was all for that. He liked licking. He absolutely loved licking, especially if the tongue bath was coming from this man. “Okay.”
Tyler grinned and Thomas forgot all about wolves and just meeting the man. He even forgot about why he was so scared. All he wanted was for Tyler to kiss him with those scrumptious lips.
And Thomas got his wish.
Tyler crushed his mouth to Thomas, making Thomas taste the peppermint that lingered on Tyler’s tongue. He also tasted the heat and passion in the kiss. Tyler was playing for keeps.
Thomas yelped when Tyler pulled him down from the headboard with one damn hand.
One hand!
It was such a turn-on that Thomas immediately spread his legs. He was realizing that with Tyler, Thomas was becoming a wanton slut and couldn’t care in the least. All he wanted right now was Tyler’s thick and muscular body wrapped around him.
“I want to fuck you, Thomas. I want to sink my cock deep in your ass and make you mine.”
Okay. He was all for that.
Tyler leisurely kissed his way up the side of Thomas’s throat and then back down the other side until he reached Thomas’s throat. The tip of his tongue lingered around Thomas’s Adam’s apple, teasing it gently with his lips as the strong man moaned. Tyler was draped over him, his cock digging into Thomas’s stomach, and the moisture leaking onto his abdomen only reminding Thomas that he had one sexy-ass man lying above him.
This was insane. This was crazy. But Thomas couldn’t find it in himself to voice a protest. He was too busy shivering from Tyler’s exploration.
“You have too many clothes on, Thomas.”
That he did.
Thomas hitched his hips as Tyler unsnapped his pants and pulled them down, tossing them aside.
“Fucking perfect.”
“Thanks,” Thomas replied as he felt a blush creep over his neck and face.
Tyler leaned forward, taking the tip of Thomas’s cock into his mouth as his hand ran up and down Thomas’s legs, his fingernails scraping along Thomas’s skin.
Tyler’s right hand reached down and played with Thomas’s ankles as he took Thomas’s cock to the back of his throat. His left hand ran up the back of Thomas’s thigh, grabbing his ass as he sucked Thomas off.
“Tyler!” Thomas’s hands ran through Tyler’s hair as he groaned.
Tyler backed off, allowing Thomas’s cock to slip from between his lips. “Put your legs on my shoulders.” Tyler helped Thomas until he was straddling the man’s face. Gods, Thomas had never felt anything so damn good in his life!
Tyler growled and flipped Thomas to his stomach. He then wrapped his arm around Thomas’s waist, and hauled Thomas’s ass into the air. Tyler was back at Thomas, only this time he was licking his ass like a dying man. Thomas shouted, his fingers curling into the blanket as Tyler speared two fingers into Thomas’s ass.
“Fuck,” Thomas panted, the word too garbled and quiet to be heard. Tyler was going to be the death of him. He had never had anyone treat him like this. Thomas’s sex life, sadly, lacked any passion or heat. But Tyler was changing that.
Boy was he changing that.
Tyler leaned further down, sucking Thomas’s sac into his mouth. If the man was trying to convince Thomas that he was a keeper, he was doing a damn fine job of it.
“Mine,” Tyler grunted as he wiggled his fingers in Thomas’s ass. “All mine.”
His voice had gone husky and low, making Thomas shiver on all fours. He wanted to feel muscles, sweat, and the agony of pleasure moving behind him as Tyler fucked him into the headboard.
He wanted Tyler inside of him!
“Tyler.”
“Not yet, hon.” Tyler followed his words up with one long lick down Thomas’s crease.
“When?” Thomas shouted. He wasn’t sure he could take much more torture from this gorgeous man. He wanted to feel Tyler pounding into his flesh.
Tyler’s hand slipped from Thomas’s hip to encircle his cock, giving it a light squeeze as he bathed Thomas’s ass with his tongue. He was stroking Thomas’s cock slowly, driving him insane.
“You’re going to make me come,” Thomas warned.
Tyler’s fingers slipped down to the base of Thomas’s cock, gripping and stopping his orgasm from exploding.
Never, ever, in his life had Thomas been licked so thoroughly. Hell, he had never been licked, period, and he found that he loved feeling Tyler’s tongue on his ass, in his ass, and all around his ass.
The man swirled his tongue around Thomas’s filled hole and then delved the appendage in next to his fingers, making Thomas rise up to his toes.
“Down, boy,” Tyler instructed as he leaned back. “I’m done torturing your ass with my tongue. Now it’s time to pleasure it with my cock.”
In his dazed state, Thomas had all of three seconds to figure out what the man was talking about before Tyler plunged into his ass.
“Oh, god!” Thomas shouted.
“You like that?” Tyler teased as he grabbed Thomas’s hips and pistoned into him and then stopped. “I can’t hear you, mate.”
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
“I don’t plan on stopping until you are mine.” Tyler thrust again, his cock pegging Thomas’s sweet spot every time he pulled back. “And you are going to be mine, Thomas.”
“Yours,” Thomas shouted. He would agree to anything right now just as long as Tyler didn’t stop fucking him.
Tyler placed his hand in the middle of Thomas’s shoulder blades, pressing until Thomas’s shoulders were touching the mattress and his ass was high in the air.
“So pretty.”
Thomas whimpered, his cock throbbing so hard it was almost painful. He moved his legs restlessly as the front of Tyler’s thighs melded with the back of Thomas’s, stopping him from moving around.
Tyler licked a long line up Thomas’s spine, making Thomas mewl his pleasure. The guy sure as shit loved to use his tongue. Tyler was behind Thomas, showing Thomas just how masterful he truly was.
Tyler used his legs and spread Thomas’s wider. He damn near climbed onto Thomas’s back as he thrust deeper, harder, and faster, thoroughly encasing Thomas underneath the wall of muscles.
“Your ass feels so damn good, hon. I could live inside of it forever.”
Thomas bucked back at Tyler’s words, feeling his cock pulse. “Gods, Tyler. You are driving me insane.”
“That’s my plan, hon.”
And he was doing a damn good job of it.
Thomas shouted out a cry when Tyler grabbed a fistful of Thomas’s hair and jerked his head to the side. A burst of sensual pleasure raced through Thomas at the way Tyler was taking what he wanted. The man was controlling him, dominating him, and Thomas was enjoying every second of it.
“Mine!”
Thomas shouted so hard, so long, that his voice was raw when Tyler bit into his neck. His cock exploded onto the blanket below him as the edges of his vision blurred.
Tyler increased his thrusting as he growled into Thomas’s shoulder. Tyler licked the wound, stiffened, and then threw his head back and roared out his release.
Thomas could feel the intimate pulses of Tyler’s cock in his ass as the man spilt his seed inside Thomas.
“Mine,” Tyler said more gently as he licked Thomas’s shoulder. “You are now bound to me, Thomas.”
Oh, hell.
What in the fuck had he just done?