Hagen, Lynn - Maverick's Mate [Brac Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

Brac Pack 1

LYNN HAGEN

Copyright © 2011

Chapter One

Maverick Brac sat at the kitchen table, staring down at his half empty bottle of beer. Days like this he wanted to chuck it all in, walk away. It didn’t matter that he was the Alpha or that he had a pack depending on him. Some days he hated that dependency. He had to figure out what to do about the pack to the east. Heaving a heavy sigh, he turned the bottle with his fingers.

“Hey, boss man. What’s eatin’ you?” His beta, Kota, slid into the chair across from him.

“Fucking Jackson is at it again. The guy’s got a death wish. No one in their right mind comes into my territory, leaving their scent mark all over the damn place.” Maverick swallowed the rest of his beer, slamming the bottle on the table a little harder than he meant to.

“You know he’s doing it just to irritate you. He’s not stupid enough to actually come into town, or even the surrounding area for that matter. We’ll catch him.” Crazy thing was Jackson was a spineless coward. He taunted the Brac Pack for shits and giggles, with no real intention of seizing the territory. It was a waste of time and effort. Maverick should just kill him and get it over with.

“Go into town. The coffeehouse is a good place to relax. Kick your feet up and don’t worry about here. I’ll take care of things while you’re out,” Kota offered.

Maverick shot him a dry look. “Fine, you can deal with this mess while I go kick back. Call me if your head explodes. Other than that, leave me be.” He needed a change. The everyday running of things had grown stale. That spark was gone and once that left, there wasn’t too much to enjoy anymore.

Maverick walked to his motorcycle, thinking about how complicated life had gotten when he decided to form his own pack. His father thought Maverick would take over as Alpha, lead the pack once he handed over the mantle of leadership. After all, Maverick was the largest Timber wolf born, surpassing his father, who only stood six seven. In his wolf form, no other rivaled him.

He knew it would never be. The pack was outraged when they found out he was gay and voiced their narrow-minded opinions to his father.

His father had reassured him that the pack would change their minds. Maverick doubted it. So he left the pack with his best friend, Kota. Slowly, over the centuries, Timber warriors of the same sexual preference joined him until the Brac pack was formed. He made Kota his beta.

When the warrior, Hawk, joined, Maverick made him the Commander over the other wolves, naming them Sentries, guardians of the mates Maverick and the others hoped to one day have.

It had been three centuries since he left his pack. Three centuries and still no mate.

Maverick sighed as he climbed onto his motorcycle and started it, praying he would find what fate had deemed his soon. They lived one thousand years, and he wasn’t getting any younger.

The drive into town didn’t take long. The estate he owned was deep in the forest, hidden back from the road, but the town wasn’t too far away. Pulling the bike into the parking lot of the coffeehouse and cutting the motor, Maverick hoped fate knew what it was doing because he was getting really tired of waiting.

Giving his order, Maverick headed over to the sofa in the corner. He laid his head back on the sofa, closing his eyes and enjoying the peace. The pounding in his head seemed to ease some, the tension draining. He palmed a cup filled with Chai tea. He was a closet tea drinker. Only Kota knew his little secret. He smiled. If the guys knew, he would never hear the end of it. Sipping at the hot brew, an aroma wafted past his nostrils. He inhaled deeply. Cinnamon and summer rain, the aromatic scent bringing his senses alive. Maverick opened his eyes and sat forward, scanning the patrons, trying to find the owner of that strong, spicy scent.

There. A man was staring into the glass case of pastries, shifting from foot to foot with indecision.
He
held that skin-tingling scent. Maverick sat his tea down, watching him. His eyes roamed over the guy’s body. Shorn mahogany hair tapered at his delicate neck that gave way to a slender back covered with a red T-shirt. Blue jeans were hugging a firm little ass that sat upon diminutive lean legs. If his backside was that tempting, Maverick was willing to bet the front was even better. As if reading his mind, the guy turned, staring directly at Maverick.

Maverick’s eyes hooded. The man was stunning. He had a flop haircut in the front, a patch of it hanging over his right eye. His facial features were perfectly symmetrical, and he had a swan-like neck that was kissable, suckable. The guy tilted his head to the side as they studied each other. The heavenly scented male turned back around, giving his attention to the cashier. He knew the guy felt the pull, which was the only reason he knew he was being watched. Maverick pulled at his soul patch under his lip, waiting to see if the man was going to find a seat or leave. His eyes followed every move the guy’s body made
—
shoulders lifting, waist twisting, ass hitching to the side.

He wanted him.

Mine.

* * * *

Maverick watched as the lights died in the apartment. He would wait another half hour before going to his mate. The urge to claim him in the café had been strong. It was compelling him to take what was his. Tossing his mate down and fucking his brains out in front of the tea selection probably would have gotten him arrested.

Stalking was a much better route.

His mate was the most gorgeous man he had ever laid eyes on. Will power alone was holding him back, and he wanted to claim his mate, not give him a heart attack. This had to be done right. After what seemed like forever, Maverick left the safety of the woods, using the shadow of night as cover, and he slid through the back door. The swoosh of the sliding glass door could barely be heard even by Maverick, who picked up the sound only because of his heightened senses. He followed the scent to the strongest place, the bedroom.

Lying naked with the sheets draped around one hip and falling down his legs was his mate. Maverick stood for a moment, taking in the beautiful form. The lean back that had been covered at the coffee shop was now exposed for his appreciation. His eyes traveled down to a slender waistline. The man was quite tiny. What was his mate’s name? What were his passions? Maverick wanted to know everything about him.

He finally lowered his gaze to those two smooth, rounded globes. His canines ached to nip them, to scrape along them as his tongue eased the sting. His cock began to throb, wanting to bury itself deep between those two exquisite mounds. He walked quietly over to the sleeping figure and tugged gently. The sheet gave way and slid down to the floor. Saliva pooled in his mouth as Maverick dipped down and kissed each cheek. His mate moaned, pushing his hips up.

No longer able to resist, Maverick pulled the cheeks apart and laved at the starburst. He nipped with the tip of his fang and then sucked along the mark. His mate’s hips pushed back further, enjoying the sensation in his sleep.

Maverick’s tongue glided across the hanging sac, sucking one in at a time while his finger breached the little pink prize.

He rimmed his tongue around the hole as he added saliva for the second finger. The tip of his tongue bathed the perineum, loving the fact that his mate was hairless below.

“More,” the human moaned.

Maverick pushed a third in, stretching his fingers apart. He nipped him playfully as he stood and disrobed. The night stand revealed a bottle of lube inside waiting to be of use. Grabbing it, he popped the lid and poured a generous amount onto his fingers.

“On your knees,” Maverick softly commanded with his hypnotic voice. As long as there were no sudden noises, his mate would stay in a trance. Tonight was about marking him, letting others know who the little guy belonged to.

His mate pushed back onto all fours, spreading his knees, offering himself. Maverick ran his fingers up and down the crease and around the ring of muscles, ensuring the least amount of resistance.

Pouring a thick line from base to tip, he lathered the cool gel around his cock. Placing the palm of his hand between the human’s shoulder blades, he eased his mate to submit.

Maverick placed the tip of his cock against the tight opening and pushed, popping past and sliding in to the root. His chin touched his chest, his eyes closing as he breathed in and out, staving off a quick release. This was his mate, not just another back he was staring at as he fucked another anonymous person. His mate. Special care was given only to this man. He would sacrifice his life to keep him safe, to keep him happy. This man was about to find out what being mated to a Timber wolf entailed. He would want for nothing.

The feel of tight, soft flesh clamping down on his dick was incredible. Maverick looked down to watch as his cock disappeared over and over again. His mate tipped his ass higher as Maverick’s balls kissed his, the sound of skin connecting ringing throughout the room. Firm lines, tight ass, and a beautiful cock were the epitome of what Maverick thought heaven was.

His cock became engorged as his release neared, his mate’s ass bouncing every time Maverick slammed forward. His head fell back as his canines elongated, and his eyes shifted as his claws extended.

Maverick struck, his teeth embedding into soft, tender flesh. His lips creating suction as he drank the sweetest wine, taking in what would always be a part of him now.

He grabbed his mate’s hips, slamming that firm, sweet ass back onto his cock, punishing the pink little pucker. His mate cried out as Maverick’s head snapped up, and he roared his release, blood dripping down and off of his fangs. His hips thrust faster, harder as his seed bathed the stretched channel.

Maverick leaned forward and sealed the wound.

“Sleep,” he whispered into his mate’s ear.

The man instantly nuzzled into his pillow, pulling a leg up, then drifted off. Maverick dressed, once more watching his mate sleep. He bent at the waist and lightly kissed his forehead.

In a barely audible voice, he said, “I will be back for you.” He slid back out of the door and into the shadows. Pulling his motorcycle from its hiding place behind the brush, he swung his leg over and straddled it, pulling his cell phone from the inside of his leather.

“Hawk, I need a Sentry for guard duty.” He hung up and slipped the phone back into the safety of his jacket.

Now that his scent was permanently on his mate, any wolf near him would detect who had claimed him. An Alpha’s mate was the ultimate capture for his enemies. His mate would need to be guarded now.

He heard the Sentry approach before the shadow came into view. Maverick knew which one Hawk sent. Cody. He was the best tracker of the twelve warriors.

Maverick stared at the apartment as he spoke. “I want that man watched,” he pointed, “till I say otherwise.”

“Yes, Alpha.” Cody's reply was short. No questions needed to be asked as far as his Sentry was concerned. The order was very clear.

Maverick started his bike then pulled onto the road. His mate was simply gorgeous. The need to claim was riding him strong, but he knew the man wasn’t ready.

The motorcycle pointed in the direction of home as Maverick tore up the road. He would have his mate watched until he felt his mate was ready to be claimed. A plan needed to be formed. Somehow, he needed to introduce himself to his mate so they could become friends.

Pulling the bike into the gravel drive, he knew what he needed to do. Caden was the youngest of the Sentries. He would send him to befriend his mate and have the two become friends. Next, the Sentry will invite Cecil over. Maverick would take it from there.

He hadn’t started the claiming process yet. What they had was just mind-blowing sex. Words of an ancient ritual had to be spoken, but until his mate was ready, Maverick wouldn’t speak them.

Laying his helmet on the stand inside the door, Maverick sought out the young wolf. He found Caden sitting back with a couple other warriors in the den.