Brac Pack 12
GENRE: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves
Published: May 13, 2011
Electronics expert Nero Credence suffers from germ phobia with a touch of ADD. Add a sprinkle of OCD, and then send him to a house full of wolf shifters and watch him go.
Gunnar Sadena is the most laid-back wolf you could meet. He laughs a lot and hardly ever gets angry. But Gunnar is baffled when a five foot human shows up at the front door, telling him he’s there to slay Ricky’s dinosaurs. Who the hell is Ricky, and why would he have dinosaurs? Amused, Gunnar allows the nutter to enter his home.
Nero turns the pack upside down as his neurosis kicks in. At six foot five, the wolf has a hard time bowing down to this pint-size terror. Gunnar thinks the quirky man is nuts, but he’s also his mate.
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“Yeah?” Gunnar answered the door. It was six in the morning, for Christ’s sake. Who the hell visited someone that early? He scratched his chest as he yawned, trying to blink the sleep from his eyes.
“I’m here to see Ricky,” the short man said as if Gunnar knew who the hell he was talking about. He had to look way down to even see the shrimp.
“Sorry, there’s no Ricky here.” He began to close the door, wanting to get back to sleep. He had just gotten off of patrol, just dozed off. Why did he have to be the one to hear the door?
“Big guy, almost to the ceiling, long black hair, mean looking.” The short man jabbered away.
“Yeah, that’s what Cecil called him.”
Okay, so this man was a little nutter. Gunnar could handle that. “Come on in. I’ll go wake Ricky.” Gunnar chuckled. Ricky? That was hilarious.
The little nutter walked past him, and Gunnar damn near swallowed his tongue.
“Who are you?” he asked in a complete daze. Gunnar took in his features more closely now. He noticed a pair of blue latex gloves adorning his hands.
“Nero.” His mate walked right into the den as if he had been here before. Gunnar watched Nero. He was stunning, with cropped black hair that spiked out all over the place, and almond shaped eyes. Asian somewhere in him? He was too damn thin in Gunnar’s opinion, and he was short as hell, too. What was he, five feet? What was it with fate giving the warriors these short statured men? Was it some kind of cosmic joke?
At six five, Gunnar was going to need a chiropractor. Storm’s words of wishing his mate to be four foot tall came rushing to the front of his mind. The swirly-eyed warrior was going to have a field day with this. Gunnar sighed. That’s what he got for making fun of Storm’s mate’s size.
“Why do you need to see…Ricky?” Gunnar chuckled again. That was just too funny—Ricky. Oh, man.
So the nutter was vague. Well, let’s get started with the twenty question game. “Computer?”
“Ricky has a dinosaur.”
Alrighty then, that sure as shit explained it. “More?”
Nero looked at him as if he were daft. “More?” He blinked up at Gunnar.
“Yeah, can I get a full sentence from you? Tell me why Ricky has a dinosaur and why it’s relevant to a computer?”
Gunnar watched as Nero walked over to the game console, shaking his head.
“Cecil doesn’t listen. Not good, not good at all.”
Gunnar pinched himself. He had to still be sleeping or having some acid trip dream. Funny, he didn’t remember ever doing drugs. It had to be a dream. No way was this scenario real. Besides, wolves were immune to human drugs and diseases, so there had to be another explanation. Maybe George’s new recipe wasn’t sitting well in his stomach, conjuring up vivid, psychotic dreams.
“Ricky wants me to get rid of his dinosaur, so here I am.” Nero blinked up at him as he held his arms out.
Gunnar stood there motionless for a moment, staring into the depth of his mate’s pretty ocean-blue eyes. Gunnar had to fight not to reach out and touch him. The pull was strong, demanding he claim the little nutter. He didn’t want to scare his mate. He looked fidgety already. Gunnar had to ignore the urge, focus on why his mate had come here. It wasn’t easy. As a matter of fact, it was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do.
There was only one solution to get around the twenty questions and talk of dinosaurs. Ricky was about to be awakened, explanations given, and Gunnar was going to find out who and what his mate was. “Stay here.”
“Okay.” Nero hitched his messenger bag higher onto his shoulder as he reached down and scratched his leg.
Gunnar shook his head as he made his way to his Alpha’s bedroom. This was bizarre as hell. Never in a million years would Gunnar have thought his mate would just show up at his door seven kinds of quirky.
Nero looked around the forest, clutched the basket closer to his chest, and then began skipping. He came up short when a wolf came from behind a tree.
“What do you have under your cape, red?” The warrior crept forward, his canines exposed. He was sniffing the air and staring at Nero with desire.
“It’s supposed to be ‘basket.’” Nero whispered the correction to Gunny.
Gunny shook his head as he gave a low chuckle. “But I want to eat what’s under the cape, not what’s in your basket.”
“I’m on my way to Grandma’s house.” Nero batted his eyes as he pulled the red cape around his body.
“Don’t care. I’m a wolf, I eat meat, and I smell a sausage.” Gunny took a step toward Nero. His upper lip pulled back, exposing his canines further, and his fingernails grew some. Nero stared in fascination for a moment before clearing his throat.
“I don’t have sausages, just goodies.”
“Sounds the same to me, red.”
Nero reached in his basket and tossed a biscuit at Gunny. “Just goodies.”
“Come here and let me see your sausage.” Gunny leapt.
Nero turned and ran, the cape flying out behind him, choking at his neck. His arms flew out when his foot caught on a root jutting out from the ground. Strong arms circled around him and pulled him close to a warm chest.
“Gunny’s got you,” his wolf whispered in his ear. The big, bad wolf sat Nero on his feet as he took off again, minus the dropped basket this time. His feet skidded to a stop when the wolf appeared in front of him again from around a tree, not even panting like Nero was.
“My, what big teeth you have.”
“The better to nibble your cock with.” Gunny chuckled.
Nero’s jaw dropped at Gunny’s response. He was turned on big time. That’s not how the story went, but Nero could ad-lib just as well.
“And what a big tongue you have,” Nero said as he backed away.
“The better to lick your seed with.”
Nero fought back the giggles. “My, what a big cock you have.”
Gunny burst out laughing and had to clear his throat to answer Nero. “The better to fuck you with, red.”
Nero tried to turn and run, but Gunny grabbed him and lifted him from his feet. “Let’s see what red has under his cape.”
Nero squirmed around, Gunny running his hands all over Nero’s body, making his cock hard. “Hmm, I knew you were holding out, red. Look at that beautiful sausage.”
Nero’s head rolled back as Gunny lifted him higher and lapped at his erection. He felt devilish earlier when he was getting ready and left his clothes in their bedroom. Wrapping the cape tightly around his body, Nero managed to get out of the house unseen.
Gunny sat on a downed tree and draped Nero over his lap, belly down. He could feel a wet finger pushing inside of him. Nero moaned at the sensation in his bottom. He pushed his erection into Gunny’s jeans, trying his best to use the friction to his advantage.
“Fuck my leg, baby.” Gunny groaned as he wiggled his fingers inside Nero’s hole. He could feel Gunny’s other hand smoothing over his back. Although he was ashamed of his scars, Gunny never made him feel that way. His wolf always kissed them.
“Come for me, nutter.”
Nero ground his cock into Gunny’s leg harder, the finger inside of him rushing in and out of his hole. “Gunny, Gunny, Gunny.” Nero began his ritual chant. It started off slowly then built up higher until he was crying out his wolf’s name.
“That’s it, nutter. Come for me.”
Nero shuddered as his body was racked with pleasure. He pushed his shaft into Gunny’s leg harder as Gunny pushed his finger into Nero at the same strength. His damn brain was melting.
He was too boneless to move as Gunny turned him over and held him close. “I love you, nutter.”
A tear slid down Nero’s face. Not even his own parents had ever said that to him. He grabbed Gunny around his neck, burying his face in the corded strength of his mate’s neck. If he ever lost Gunny, Nero wouldn’t be far behind.