Carter's Tryck [Brac Pack 17] by Lynn Hagen Page A

gay, no her on me anywhere.” He knew the vampire was referring to Melonee, which in turn meant him as well since he was Elvin and carried that sweet scent. For some damn reason fate made their scent irresistible to vampires. Why was anybody’s guess. It just was, and now they had to get out of this situation.
    The vampire moved closer, his black pupils seeming to grow larger. “I want that smell.” He leapt, all three screaming and running to get away. The vampire clamped his hand on Carter’s arm, stopping him from rushing from the barn.
    He turned to the other two. “Run!”
    “We not leave you.” Keata picked up the bolt cutters, swinging them wildly at the vampire. The heavy pair thunked the man in the head.
    Carter was grateful, but these two little midgets needed to get out of here. Not that he was heroic. It just seemed wrong for them to be attacked. They were so damn short.
    Carter soured his face, leaning down to bite the man, but the idea was repulsive. The vampire could have all kinds of germs. Instead, Carter kneed him in the balls.
    The guy yelped. It seemed no matter what breed you were, the balls were still sensitive. Carter managed to wrench his arm free, and the three ran through the door, screaming at the top of their lungs.
    Four extremely large wolves emerged from the forest. Carter had to stop himself from doing a one-eighty and hauling ass back into the barn. Did he mention how huge they were?

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    Keata and Nero must be used to them. They didn’t bat an eye.
    They only pointed to the barn and screamed that there was a vampire in there. Carter watched as all three Santiago brothers came barreling from the kitchen, and headed into the barn along with the wolves.
    “I’m outta here.” Carter grabbed Nero and Keata’s hand, yanking them into the house. He ran around the kitchen table when Tryck and his brothers came storming into the house, a look of pure rage on Tryck’s face.
    “And what were you doing out there?” Tryck demanded.
    “Trying to get my lucky charm off.” Carter held his wrist up, becoming pissed at Tryck’s enraged tone. It wasn’t his fault that a freaking vampire was in there.
    “It isn’t safe for you out there. I don’t want you going anywhere unless either I or one of my brothers is with you.” Carter snorted. “I didn’t win the election or join the mob. I don’t need bodyguards. As a matter of fact, I need to skip my happy ass on home and get a change of clothes.”
    “You won’t need to skip. I’ll take you.” Tryck circled around the table, but Carter ran the other way.
    “I don’t think so. Just because we are mates now doesn’t mean we are tied at the hips. I can manage.” Carter continued to evade him, placing the table between them.
    “And how are you going to manage that, gatito ? You can’t pop in and out.” Tryck snarled as he faked a left and nearly caught Carter.
    “I’ll get a ride from one of these guys, you Neanderthal.” Carter made it to the side of the table with the door and shot out into the backyard. He had forgotten all about vampires and ball kicking. The thought of Tryck catching him and making him heel had him running across the backyard.
    He panicked when he looked over his shoulder and saw Tryck and his brothers giving chase. His instinct for fight or flight kicked in, and since he was a chicken, he ran. Carter let out an unmanly scream when Tryck tackled him.

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    “Get off of me, you barbarian.” Carter twisted around, but Tryck held him firmly with all those huge muscles. “You’re wrinkling my two-day-old clothes.”
    “Then behave. You’re acting like a madman.” Tryck got up, pulling Carter up with him. “I will not have you running around this damn place on your own. It isn’t safe.”
    “I’ve managed to live a whole one hundred and ten years without needing an escort to take a piss. I can make it home in one piece without Biker Bob and his family escorting me.” He