Nutter Nero [Brac Pack 12] (11 page)

“He’s learning to speak English in whole sentences, and he gets excited when he gets it right,” Cody explained to him.

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Nero nodded. He walked to the center of the room, sat down, and crossed his legs, Keata mimicking him. Nero opened the back of the first book, starting to read aloud. Keata’s eyes grew wide as Nero suppressed the urge to run.

He wasn’t used to speaking this way, and he always tried to stay out of the limelight. But if Keata had difficulty communicating, he would suffer through it.

“You speak Japanese?” Cody asked in surprise.

“My–my–my grandmother was from Japan, and she taught me.” The larger men of the house made Nero nervous and made him trip over his words.

They still reminded him of his daddy. That was something Gunny had been trying to help him work on, and he was always assuring him no one in this house would hurt him. Nero was starting to relax more around them, but he just wasn’t to that point yet. Maybe he never would.

“Well, I’m sure Keata would appreciate someone to talk to besides Kyoshi.”

Nero hadn’t thought of that. Keata would probably stay glued to his side now. Nero groaned inwardly. Taking a deep breath, he began to read again, Keata hanging onto his every word.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Cody left the room as Nero felt Keata scoot closer. He still didn’t touch him though.

It was a little difficult to turn the pages with his gloves, but he managed.

“Hey, nutter, can you and Keata follow Gunny?” Nero looked up to see his wolf standing in the doorway. He didn’t like the look in his eyes. Something was going on, especially since Gunny spoke softly to him.

Clutching the book to his chest, Nero reached out with his gloved hand and pulled Keata along with him. They ended up in Ricky’s office. The other boyfriends were sitting there quietly, obviously nervous and jittery.

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Ricky was sitting behind his desk with Cecil in his lap, smiling kindly at Nero. “I won’t be long.” Gunny kissed him then ran his knuckles down Nero face. “Just stay here, okay?” Nero nodded as he watched Gunny close the door, leaving him behind.

Guiding Keata over to the leather sofa, Nero sat them on the carpet. He reached deep down for his courage then opened the book back up and started reading where he had left off. Kyoshi was sitting across the room, quietly interpreting for the others what Nero was reading.

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Chapter Eight

Gunnar cut to the right, effectively blocking in the rogue wolf. It snapped and snarled as its muzzle pulled back. Gunnar’s ears lay flat, and he growled menacingly.

The grey wolf was no match for him, and it knew it.

Loco and Tank had another wolf cornered, and Ludo and Murdock had killed the one closest to the house.

The rogue lunged, trying to fight his way out of the corner he was in, and the hairs along Gunnar’s spine rose.

There would be no handing this one over to the Alpha of the grey wolves.

The rogue would force Gunnar to kill him.

Thoughts of keeping Nero safe drove Gunnar forward, snapping at the grey wolf to submit. No neck or belly was exposed. The grey wolf wasn’t giving up.

Gunnar pulled to the left just as the grey wolf’s jaw clamped down on air that, seconds ago, had been his shoulder.

Without any other choice, Gunnar snapped his jaws down on the grey wolf’s throat, applying pressure until he heard the snap. The mates’ safety came before anything else. Killing was the last item on Gunnar’s least favorite thing to do list but the wolf left him no other option.

Dropping the carcass, Gunnar turned and was shocked. With his superior hearing, he knew more wolves had entered the backyard, but he had been so preoccupied that he hadn’t registered that rogue vampires had shown up.

What the hell was going on here?

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The Sentries had been warned that something was drawing them here. No one had figured out yet what it was. Racing across the backyard, Gunnar leapt onto a vampire, taking him down. Gunnar winced when another vampire’s fangs bit into his flank, but he wouldn’t give up the one he had his jaws locked on.

Grateful another Sentry got the ass-biting vamp off of him, Gunnar ripped into the undead’s throat, killing the thing.

He worried for a moment. He saw that every wolf was out here, and he worried about the mates, but he knew the Alpha would kill anything that came near them. They were in good hands.

Were the rogue wolves and vampires working together? How had they managed that, and what were they after?

* * * *

After what felt like a lifetime, the Sentries had managed to secure the Den, and cleanup was next.

Ludo had been hurt, but it was nothing he couldn’t heal from. It was in the wee hours of the morning before Gunnar could finally walk through the house and make his way upstairs to his mate.

Nero was asleep, curled up into a ball in the middle of their bed, still wearing his blue latex gloves.

Gunnar smiled at his little nutter before getting into the shower. It had been a long and draining night. All he wanted was to wrap himself around his mate and sleep like the dead.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, Gunnar walked quietly into their room, careful not to wake his sleeping beauty.

Maverick had told him how Nero had calmed the other mates by reading to them. He was proud of his little nutter, coming out of his shell to help the others when they were frightened. His little, blue-gloved hero.

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Grabbing Nero’s hands gently, Gunnar tugged the gloves off. His mate’s hands were sweaty. He pulled his towel off, patting the moisture from Nero’s small hands.

“Gunny?”

“Sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Gunnar slid into bed, tossing the towel on the floor with a reminder to himself to pick it up as soon as he woke.

Nero curled into his arms, falling back to sleep. Gunnar held him, thankful to have his mate safe with him.

* * * *

Nero wiggled around as the tiny cloth Gunny called shorts rode up his ass. His nuts were squished and his nipples were hard from the air on his exposed chest.

Picking up the serving tray, Nero walked across the bedroom Gunny had set up with a table that he now sat at. The stilettos were going to end up breaking his dang neck. “Here’s your drink, sir.” Gunny slapped his ass, the sting making Nero’s cock hard, which wasn’t too comfortable in the confined space.

“Come sit on my face, doll.” Gunny licked his lips, palmed his own cock and winked at Nero.

“Sorry, but that’s against club policy.” Nero turned to walk away, but Gunny grabbed his ass, pulling him backward until he fell on his lap. His hips jutted up, Gunny’s hard cock driving into Nero’s skimpy shorts.

“Do I need to call the manager?” Nero protested.

“Only if you want him to watch,” Gunny breathed in his ear, his tongue licking Nero’s neck.

Nero wiggled free, slamming the tray down on the table. “Next it will be your head if you paw me again.”
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“Come on, sugar, don’t be that way.” Gunny ran his fingers up the inside of Nero’s bare legs. He shuddered, remembering that he wasn’t supposed to like it.

“Hands off.” Nero smacked Gunny across the face. His wolf growled, grabbing Nero’s wrists in a light hold.

“You’ll pay for that. Do you know who I am?” Gunny threatened.

“A scumbag?” Nero spat out.

“I’m the Don. I can have any man I want, and I choose you. Now stop playing hard to get and strip for me.” Gunny released him and sat back with a smug smile on his face.

“Over my dead body.” Nero spun around, sashaying across the room. His ankle kicked out a little, but he managed to stay upright in the damn deathtraps Gunny called high heels. The body glitter was starting to itch, but he suppressed the urge to scratch.

“Not so fast.” Gunny grabbed him around the waist, pulling him tight to his body. “No one walks away from the Don.” Nero pushed him away, slapping his hands onto his hips and giving Gunny a haughty laugh. “I just did.” Walking around Gunny, he sashayed back over to the table. Gunny had asked him to strut his stuff a lot, but he hadn’t told Nero the shoes were out to kill him.

Nero found his niche with his wolf—role playing. They both seemed to love it, and it turned them the hell on.

“I could have you whacked for talking to me that way.” Gunny threatened him again. “You wanna sleep with the fish?”

“It would be better than sleeping with you,” Nero retorted.

“Why, I oughta…” Gunny raised his hand as if to slap Nero, but he knew it was pretend. Gunny would never hurt him. It shocked him that Gunny had begged Nero to slap him. He said he wanted it authentic.

“Go ahead, I dare you.” Nero lazily looked over his pink as pearl nail polish, as if Gunny were a mere irritation. Gunny’s cock had gotten hard watching Nero paint his fingernails and toenails earlier.

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“You’ll take it up the ass and like it.” Gunny wiggled his finger at Nero.

“Hardly. Probably wouldn’t even feel it.”

“You that loose?”

“No, you’re that small. They say guys who buy big…”

“Shut the hell up.” Gunny yanked Nero up and tossed him onto the bed.

* * * *

Gunnar fought not to shoot his load. This role playing was turning him on so much that there was no blood in his body. It had all drained to his cock, making him hard as a brick.

He ran his hands over Nero’s legs with a feathery touch. The stilettos had taken his lust to a higher level. “I’ll have you begging for my cock when I’m through with you.”

“Begging for you to grow some more.” Gunnar pulled at Nero’s tiny shorts, but only the tip of his index finger managed to fit into those tight things. “You’re a hot little slut.

Come on, don’t be like that. Suck the Don’s cock.”

“Will it get you away from me?” Nero batted his eyelashes, driving Gunnar insane.

“No, I make you no promises.” Gunnar ran his knuckle down the bulge in Nero’s shorts. It took both hands to pry the snap loose.

Damn, how tight did he buy these?

The head of his mate’s cock peeked out, and Gunnar’s mouth watered for a taste. Instead, he ran his finger over it, Nero’s breath catching as he smeared the clear liquid around.

“The only promise I make is that you will feel good.” Gunnar pressed the palm of his hand into his own erection. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

Nero flipped over, his scantly covered ass wiggling as he tried to climb across the bed. The stilettos made the vision erotic as hell.

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Pushing his finger into the crotch of Nero’s shorts, Gunnar ran his finger into Nero’s crack, poking at his tight star. Nero stumbled, his shoulders hitting the mattress as his ass pushed back.

Guess his nutter couldn’t hold out either. Gunnar pulled his mate back to him, careful not to pinch his nuts as he pulled at the crotch of the shorts. His hands glided over the leather cover, the mounds tempting him.

“N–no, Don, you can’t…oh hell, take it.” Nero spread his knees apart as Gunnar pushed his finger into Nero’s puckered hole.

His mate moaned, but Gunnar knew he had to grab the slick so he wouldn’t hurt him.

Reaching into the nightstand with his free hand, Gunnar threw the bottle of sanitizer across the room as he grabbed the lube.

He freed his finger, poured some on, then slid in between the shorts until his finger sank back in. “Fuck, nutter, so tight.” Gunnar moaned as he began to push and pull his finger. Reaching to unsnap his own jeans, Gunnar pulled his erection free and started to slowly stroke it.

Another finger joined the first. He knew the shorts would have to go in a moment. They were too tight to fuck him in, but he wanted the vision to last just a bit longer.

Nero pulled forward, and Gunnar waited until his mate turned onto his back. “Give me your seed.” Nero opened his mouth to catch it, and Gunnar went nuts.

He shucked his jeans off and grabbed a stiletto in his left hand as he leaned forward and jacked his dick off with his right, shouting as his seed spurted, hitting Nero in the face. Only a small portion actually made it into his mouth.

“Fuck, baby. Shit.” Gunnar gasped, his cock still rock hard in his hand. “Shorts. Off. Now,” he panted.

Nero pushed at the waistband, fighting to free himself. Gunnar let go of the heel as helped his mate get out of them. Too wound up, Gunnar threw Nero’s legs back, the heels adding to the fucking
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devilish sight in front of him. His nutter naked, spiked heels on and wearing pretty pink polish as his skin sparkled with body glitter, his cum still splattered across Nero’s face. Show Gunnar a more erotic sight and he would call them a liar.

“Can’t hold back,” Gunnar warned Nero as he pulled him to the edge of the bed and plunged in. Nero cried out, but Gunnar knew how to differentiate his mate’s sounds. This one was pure pleasure.

“Fuck me, Gunny,” Nero begged.

“You got that right.” Gunnar pounded into him as Nero held his legs back. Reaching down, Gunnar grabbed that fat little cock in his hand, thrusting it up and down as sweat poured from him. “Come for me, nutter.”

Nero shouted, his seed erupting as Gunnar threw his head back, shouting to the ceiling as he emptied his nuts.

Gunnar shuddered as mini orgasms racked his body. “God, I love those shoes.”

* * * *

Gunnar ran his hands through his hair as he stared at his watery-eyed mate.

This couldn’t have gone more wrong.

“Why, Gunny? Why would you do that to me?” Nero cried. “I trusted you. Yeah, trusted you.”

“It’s not what it looks like, nutter. Please, let me explain.” Gunnar held a hand out, but Nero turned away from him. It was tearing his heart in half to see his mate so distraught. Gunnar stared at Nero as his pained look turned to anger.