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held and talked to like he mattered. With the way he was feeling right now, he needed it more than ever.
    The others left him as he unpacked, folding his clothes neatly and storing them in the dresser. He hung up the rest, shoving his shoes in the armoire. Carter sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do.
    He really didn’t feel like playing any games right now.

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    Carter walked over to the window, shoved his hands in his slacks, and stared out into the forest. It really was a beautiful view.
    “You all settled?”
    Carter closed his eyes at the deep voice behind him. His mate had come back. He was afraid to turn around, afraid of what he might see in Tryck’s eyes. “Yes.”
    Strong arms circled his waist, pulling his back to a solid chest.
    Carter almost cried out at the contact. Little did his mate know how much those strong arms meant to him right now. “Good.” Tryck kissed his temple before he lifted Carter’s arm. “How did you get the bracelet off?”
    Nothing slipped by his shifter. A small smile tugged at his lips.
    “Teaky had a key.”
    Tryck grunted as he turned Carter’s wrist this way and that. “And that wasn’t odd to you?”
    Carter hadn’t thought about it, happy at the time to be free. How did his best friend happen to have it in his possession? There had to be an explanation. “Not at the time. I was just glad to get the shackle off of me. There has to be a reason why. I trust him.”
    “I don’t.” Tryck growled low in his ear.
    Carter wasn’t in the mood for another argument. He was tired, needed a shower, and was hurting from the ostracizing he just received. All he wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed.
    “I’m tired.” Carter pulled from Tryck’s arms, heading into the bathroom. As much as he needed Tryck's comfort, he didn’t want to argue.
    He disrobed, regulated the water, and sighed as he stepped under and allowed the spray to wash away his pain. He leaned his head back, washing his hair, and then rinsed it out.
    Stepping from the shower, he wrapped a towel around his head, and one around his waist.
    Tryck’s eyes watched his every move once Carter came back into the bedroom. He couldn’t be sure if the look his mate wore was anger Carter’s Tryck
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    or lust. Finding a pair of thin pajama pants, Carter dropped the towel around his waist and slid them on.
    Tryck came up behind him, pulling the towel from his head, and grabbed a brush from the top of the dresser. Carter stood still as his mate untangled his hair. It felt so good, he almost feel asleep standing there.
    He luxuriated in the feel of his mate’s fingers running through his hair.
    “Come to bed.” Tryck led him, pulling the covers back as Carter slipped under them.
    “Sleep, gatito .”
    Carter nodded, turning over as a tear ran down his cheek. Utter loneliness surrounded him. His mate crawled in behind him, pulling Carter to his chest as the shifter rocked him to sleep.

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    Chapter Five

    Carter inched his way down, looking up briefly to make sure Tryck was still sleeping. Okay, the mechanics shouldn’t be too hard.
    It was just a cock, a very large one, but still just a cock.
    Carter studied his mate’s flaccid shaft. Even at rest it was impressive. With his thumb and index finger, he picked the piece of flesh up and leaned in, licking with the tip of his tongue at the opening. The soft cock jerked.
    Carter glanced up again, but Tryck still snoring loud enough to bring down the roof. He pulled the skin back, examining the V under the crown. He had such a beautiful uncut cock. He’d never seen one before, and it fascinated him. Well, okay, he’d never seen any man’s cock before, but he knew Tryck's was different from his cut one.
    He pushed the flesh forward and then pulled it back again, giggling as he made it talk. “I want to eat you.” He used a gruff voice to try and imitate Tryck.
    Carter pulled the skin back and barely touched his tongue to the