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

by Lynn Hagen

  Taking his mate inside, Commander Hawk was standing in the den, his hands shoved in the pockets of his charcoal gray slacks.

  “I’m glad you found him, Maverick. Is he alright?”

  “Yeah. He’s fine, Hawk.” Maverick looked down at Cecil, feeling disappointed. “Jasper, take my mate to my room.”

  Maverick threw up a hand to silence Hawk. “Don’t, Hawk. I’ve already had one hell of an evening.” He blew his breath out, running his hand through the long strands of his hair. He had no clue how to deal with this.

  “You know, sometimes people have to put their pride aside for the ones they love. Think about it. And remember he’s human. Totally different set of rules.” Hawk strolled across the room, fisting his jacket in his right hand and taking the back door out.

  Maverick looked up at the ceiling. He didn’t want to start their life off with Cecil fearing him. Maybe Hawk was right. Maybe he had to handle this differently with his mate. He wanted Cecil happy. Jeremy had put him through enough.

  “Sir, if I may add a word of advice. This must be nipped in the bud. Your mate must recognize your position and the responsibility of leadership. He must learn to keep his place silently at your side as an Alpha’s mate.”

  Maverick turned to see Lonny standing in the hallway. He chewed on the advice for a moment. The man did have a point. He couldn’t have his mate running all over him and the Sentries witnessing it. Respect must be maintained. “Thanks, Lonny.”

  “Just trying to keep a peaceful house. Is there anything else I can help you with?” Maverick noticed Lonny’s eyes lower to his crotch. No…he was seeing things. Lonny had never come on to him. Maverick needed sleep.

  “Nothing else, thanks.”

  Cecil sat on the edge of the bed, his hands in his lap, picking at a fingernail. He wished Maverick would get his punishment over with. The wait was killing him. He wondered how bad it would hurt. He remembered the abuse he suffered with Jeremy. The trips to the hospital, the excuses given for the bruises to his coworkers. He had lived in hell for two years, finally escaping only to run right into another realm. This cycle had to be broken.

  His heart thrummed in his chest when the bedroom door opened. Maverick quietly closed the door and took a seat in the soft, cushioned chair in the corner of the room.

  Cecil’s muscles were twitching from the coiled tension. His mate just sat over in the corner, not saying a word, watching him. The longer Maverick stayed quiet, the more Cecil’s body perspired, his heart raced and his nerves frayed. The silent treatment always broke Cecil. His mom had used it often when Cecil misbehaved to pull him back in line. It never failed to work.

  Maverick crooked his finger at him finally. Cecil pushed himself off the bed and walked over to him, lowering his head and clasping his hands together in front of him. He stood in front of the giant, his body shaking from nerves. Would it hurt?

  Maverick splayed his arms out, Cecil climbed in his lap, still nervous, laying his head on Maverick’s chest.

  Knuckles skimmed along Cecil’s jaw. “Don’t ever run from me, pup. If we have problems, we work them out. I’m old school. Give me time.”

  Cecil played with Maverick’s hair that was lying over his shoulder. Twisting it around his fingers. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for your guys to have to come looking for me. I was scared is all.”

  “I don’t care how angry I get at you. I will never lay a hand on you in anger. Understand?” Maverick assured Cecil quietly.

  Cecil nodded as Maverick pushed his bangs out his eyes, laying a kiss to his forehead.

  Maverick woke to a loud thudding noise. His bedroom windows vibrated. Yanking the covers back, he threw on a pair of jeans, leaving the top of button undone. When he opened his bedroom door, the noise pierced his ears. Curious, Maverick followed the music to the den. The sight before him confused him momentarily.

  Then a smile spread across Maverick’s face. Cecil was jumping up and down to the music as he jerked around his hands, playing his game. Cody’s whole body was moving with his hands, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Jasper was yelling for Cecil to kick Cody’s ass.

  The loud rock music blaring in surround sound from the receiver actually went along with the game as though it was part of the experience. Hawk and Kota were shooting pool and looked as though they were enjoying themselves as well, barking at each other about what pocket they were going to knock their ball in.

  His den had come alive. The once stuffy manor was now animated with the beat of his mate’s heart. Maverick crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the archway, happy to see his mate coming out of his shell. He watched Cecil lurch forward, the tip of his little pink tongue sticking out of the left side of his mouth, deep in concentration. His hips hitched from side to side. Maverick watched that tight little ass, his cock hardening.

  “Eat my dust, fucker!” Cecil yelled in loud whooping excitement. Maverick was shocked to hear cursing coming from him. He cleared his throat.

  The game paused, and Jasper hit mute on the stereo.

  Cody threw his hands up in a defensive gesture, “Little guy already had a potty mouth. Wasn’t me.” He defended himself to Maverick.

  “Snitch.” Cecil snapped at Cody in a bantering way.

  “Wanna play?” Cody tossed his controller at Maverick, going to the bar to grab a beer. Maverick tilted his head as Cecil picked up a dark bottle, taking a long swallow. He glimpsed the label and smiled at the label identifying it as root beer. Cecil was trying to fit in.

  The game was un-paused, and Maverick was struggling to figure out what to do. His man just kept running in circles, his gun shooting concrete walls and the ground. He even shot the ceiling.

  This shit was harder than it looked. The music shattered the room once again, lending to the ambience. Maverick growled when his man was shot down, blood dripping down the screen. Cody jumped in the air and caught the controller after Maverick threw it at the television.

  “You’ll get it. Takes practice.” Cecil pulled at Maverick’s shirt, wanting a kiss. Maverick leaned down, giving him a quick one.

  Lonny pressed the pillow over his head. The music was giving him a splitting headache. He had never heard such garbage before. He threw the pillow, grabbing his temples. Anger flared his nostrils as he thought that the little menace had to go.

  Cecil had Maverick playing again. He wasn’t going to let him give up. This was one thing he could offer his mate—the chance to share a common interest. Maverick was playing against Jasper, talking more trash than even Cecil did. He had threatened to kick Jasper’s behind, along with disembowelment, noosing and a few threats of capping his ass. It was hilarious.

  “Thanks. I haven’t seen him this relaxed in over a century.” Hawk was standing behind him, his hands behind his back. He winked at Cecil.

  Cecil hadn’t had a chance to talk to this fierce warrior. That’s what came to mind when looking at the statuesque man. His shoulders were as wide as Cecil’s leg was long. He wasn’t bulky, but chiseled. He emanated power and authority.

  “I like seeing him like this.” Cecil really couldn’t think of a reply. He felt intimidated. He wanted to move away but didn’t want to let the guy know he was afraid of him. Never let ’em see you sweat. What commercial was that from?

  Cecil squawked as he was hauled into the air, his arms flailing out. What the heck?

  “Come here, baby.” Maverick put his arm under Cecil’s rump, carrying him into the den. How embarrassing. All the guys were here.

  He punched Maverick in the shoulder, whispering in his ear, “Put me down. They’ll think I’m a big baby.” Cecil looked around to see them all with smirks on their faces. Great. Thanks for emasculating me, mate.

  “Do not fear anyone here.” Maverick nipped at his ear as he spoke softly. “You are safer here than anywhere on this earth. These guys,” he pointed to all the men standing there, “would give their lives for you.” Maverick said the last part louder with a voice of authority,
as if decreeing it so.

  “You fear me, Cecil?” Hawk had stepped beside him, his eyes questioning.

  “No,” Cecil responded defensively. He wasn’t giving these giants the upper hand.

  “Good. Let’s play.” Hawk swiped the controller from Jasper before the redhead even realized what had happened.

  “Hey, I was playing! Just because you’re my Commander doesn’t mean…whatever.”

  Hawk laughed as Jasper dropped on the couch, pouting.

  “Come here, baby. You have to learn to share your toys. It’s time for patrol anyway.” Cody kissed the pouting lip, teasing Jasper.

  “Are they mates, too?” They seemed to fit naturally. Cecil wanted a playful, bantering relationship with Maverick. His mate seemed so uptight. Rules, rules, rules. Yuck.

  “Amazingly, no.”

  Watching those two made Cecil hornier than hell. Still in Maverick’s arms, he teased Maverick’s neck. “Want you.” Cecil giggled as Maverick swung around and ran them to their room.

  Chapter Seven

  Cecil slid down Maverick’s body, landing on his feet. As Maverick began to undress, Cecil stilled his hands. “Don’t move.” Maverick nodded, curious.

  His mate shimmied his T-shirt up to expose one nipple, licking his finger then circling the hardened bud. He gyrated his hips as the T-shirt lowered to cover the brown disc, and then he lifted the opposite side, repeating the action. This time he pulled the shirt up and off, propelling it like helicopter blades in flight. He tossed it at Maverick, hitting him in the face. Maverick stood there with his jaw hanging open, not even noticing the soft object assaulting him.

  Cecil flicked his wrist and the top button of his jeans popped open. He pirouetted around, shimming his twin globes in a rapid motion. His hands slowly ran down his legs, allowing his butt to poke out further as he grabbed his ankles, and he shook his hips again.

  Maverick was lust-filled. His mate was actually performing for him. He opened his jeans and pulled his cock free, grabbing his steel shaft, slow stroking it as he watched in fascination.

  Cecil rocked his hips as he slowly stood, grinning a mischievous smile over his shoulder. Maverick gave him a big goofy smile. He saw Cecil’s hands working in front of him, but he was unable to see exactly what they were doing, Maverick wanted to watch, begging with his eyes for his mate to show him.

  Cecil hitched a thumb in the waistband on his right side. Slow as molasses, he revealed one glorious mound and then snatched the fabric up.

  Maverick whined.

  Cecil repeated the same to the left waistband, this time kneading the exposed flesh. Maverick was leaking pre-come onto the carpet, his bulbous head enlarged and his cock throbbing.

  Cecil shimmied his jeans to his knees, bending over and spreading his ass cheeks. Maverick took a step, but Cecil pulled the jeans back in place, waggling his finger to reprimand Maverick for moving.

  Maverick stepped back.

  Cecil lowered the denim again. He spit on his fingers and began to stretch himself right there in the middle of the room.

  Maverick licked his lips and whined louder.

  Cecil walked over and grabbed the end of the bed, balancing himself as he fucked his fingers. Maverick fumbled the cock in his hand as Cecil toed his jeans the rest of the way off. His hips rocked as he grabbed his cock, still impaling himself.

  Maverick couldn’t take it anymore, he crossed the room and knocked Cecil’s hands away from his erotic play, pushing the smaller man up and onto the bed, spreading his knees, but Cecil rolled away and said, “I want to ride you.”

  Maverick’s cock leaked another rope of pre-cum. He flipped onto the bed, spreading himself wide eagle for his mate’s adventure.

  Cecil licked his lips, crawling slowly up the apex of Maverick’s legs. Cecil’s tongue trailed up Maverick’s inner thighs with his journey. The tip flicked Maverick’s balls then traced a path, circling under and around, sucking one in at a time. His trail continued to the base of Maverick’s cock, flicking it like a snake’s tongue. Cecil pushed Maverick’s thighs further apart, latching onto the base with a powerful suction, drawing the skin up. Maverick groaned loudly, grabbing his mate’s head. He hadn’t seen Cecil like this before, and he loved it.

  Cecil ran his tongue up the large, winding vein and then descended back to the base. His hands splayed on Maverick’s inner thighs, keeping them apart. Cecil’s tongue ran the length a few more times before he attacked the head, diving into the slit and rimming the perimeter around the helmet. Cecil consumed Maverick’s cock before releasing and continuing up to Maverick’s navel. His mate licked around his navel, and his small hands skated up Maverick’s sides, pulling himself up further with the action.

  Maverick thought he would lose his mind. Cecil was slowly torturing him. The urge to turn Cecil over and slam into him was strong, but this was his mate’s time, his show.

  His mate sucked at his nipples, making them pebble. Cecil nipped at each, slightly biting into them then sucking them in, tonguing the hard tips. His mate kissed his way to the middle of Maverick’s chest and up his neck, licking the hollow in the center of his collar bone. His cock ground into Maverick’s stomach, leaving wet kisses of pre-cum behind. His mate cupped the back of Maverick’s head as he ground into Maverick’s stomach, biting his neck.

  Maverick reached into the side drawer, grabbing the bottle of lube and dumping it onto his cock. He threw the bottle and grabbed Cecil’s waist, gently pulling him down until the tip of his dick kissed puckered hole.

  “Baby, please. I’m so close already.”

  Maverick grabbed his cock, holding it for his mate as Cecil impaled himself. Maverick held his hands up, and Cecil laid his palms in them, using this as leverage as he rode him. Cecil’s feet were planted firmly on the bed on either side of Maverick’s hips, His mate pushed on the balls of his feet as his cock bobbed freely, pre-come slapping into Maverick’s belly with every down stroke. Cecil’s head fell back, his eyes rolling in his head. Maverick was in awe of his mate’s actions and the sight of his baby enjoying his cock.

  Maverick was on the distant planes of another realm, a realm of sexual bliss. His mate’s rhythm picked up, slamming his ass down harder onto Maverick’s pelvis. The echoing sound of skin slapping rivaled the storm outside.

  Maverick let go over Cecil’s hands, digging his fingers into his hips as he plunged up into a tight, sweet sheath. Cecil grabbed Maverick’s forearms, making those cute grunting, whining noises again, louder this time. Oh, fuck, nothing in life felt better than this. A violent storm was raging inside Maverick, feelings and sensations crashing throughout his whole body. The overwhelming surges made a tear fall from his eye, and his canines dropped from the powerful and encompassing feelings.

  Cecil dropped to Maverick’s chest, exposing his neck, pushing it at Maverick’s mouth. Maverick struck, locking Cecil in place as his hips rocketed into his ass. Maverick growled and pulled harder at his neck. Cecil cried out, shooting his fluids onto Maverick’s chest. His mate was glorious.

  Maverick’s orgasm went beyond this world, and his balls hurt from straining so hard on each eruption. He screamed to the thunder outside, a wail of carnal pleasure. Maverick’s seed was exploding inside his mate’s sheath. Maverick licked at Cecil’s neck, closing the wound. He wrapped his arms around Cecil, squeezing him in a bear hug.

  “Holy. Shit.” Maverick panted.

  Cecil lay on Maverick’s chest, falling asleep within seconds.

  It had been a month since Cecil had mated Maverick. He had gotten to know the entire Sentry group pretty well. Cody and Jasper were still his favorites. Maverick’s house had turned from a pool shooting, dart throwing, card playing, and sports watching den to a hip, rock ‘n’ roll, gaming place to be. The warriors forgot they had their own homes to go to. Some came in from patrol and crashed right there on one of two couches in the room.

  Cecil had finally won the war of fixing his own food. He still didn’t like Maverick spoiling hi
m with gifts, but that was a fight he didn’t want to repeat.

  Ever.

  He only asked that Maverick not go overboard, though his mate didn’t listen. He still struggled to maintain his independence. It was hard when he was always escorted by one of the Sentries anywhere he went.

  He was out with Tank today. The warrior lived up to his name. He was the size of a Sherman tank. Tank had brown hair that was military cut. His eyes were such a deep brown they were almost black. Cecil had asked how tall he was. Tank was an astounding six foot seven, almost as tall as Maverick. The ginormous male was three hundred and twenty pounds with not an ounce of fat on him.

  They were at the recreation center where Cecil had begun to volunteer five hours of his time every Friday. He had thought Maverick would argue with him about it. Surprisingly, he thought it had been a great idea. Tank helped the little kids by lifting them up to shoot baskets or they all tried to climb on him like a jungle gym. Cecil had requested Tank on these weekly trips, knowing the mountain actually had a soft heart for the poverty stricken youths.

  There was one adult here that had wrapped himself around Cecil’s heart.

  Johnny.

  One of the counselors had confided in him that the young man was mildly retarded and always kept to himself when he was at the recreation center. Cecil singled him out when he heard this, wanting the guy to have at least one friend.

  It had been a slow process of befriending him at first. Johnny didn’t trust anyone. Cecil would sit with him as Johnny drew pictures or beaded necklaces. He sat quietly, handing him the next colored pencil or shiny bead. One day Johnny had finally spoken to him. “I like the pink ones. It’s my favorite color.”

  Since then, Johnny stood by the door on Fridays, waiting anxiously for Cecil’s arrival.

  Cecil had brought Johnny a gift this week. He had searched every craft store he could. Finally, he found the item he was looking for. Cecil had found the letters of Johnny’s name in imitation pink diamonds. He took them to a jeweler and had tiny holes drilled into the letters, so Johnny could make a necklace of them. Usually the necklaces were donated to the hospital for sick children, but he wanted Johnny to keep this one for himself.