Hagen, Lynn - Montana's Vamp [Brac Pack 16] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (5 page)

Never in his life had he lost total control as he was doing now.

Gabby stayed locked on to his wrist as he squirmed around, trying to get his own pants to cooperate. His fireball kicked them off, pulling his legs back against his chest as he grabbed Montana’s arm again and then nodded.

Montana reached behind him with his one free arm and grabbed the lube, squirting it onto Gabby then tossing it aside. He pushed the slick into his mate’s ass the best he could before lining his cock up. “Gonna be rough, baby.”

Gabby nodded his acknowledgement. His eyes rolled back as Montana entered him. Montana rode him fast and hard, allowing how his fireball was making him feel to crash through him, take over, and consume his very mind.

Need like he’d never felt before clawed up his spine and took hold of his being. Gabby was his. His to have and his to claim. The need to bind them together was fierce.

Montana grabbed one of Gabby’s legs, tossing it back as he drove hard. Gabby’s balls were already pulled tight to his body, his cock hard and erect. Pre-cum was leaking onto Gabby’s shirt, making him a wondrous sight. The small cut from under the mushroomed head to the tiny slit made Montana’s mouth water.

He was so lust-filled that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to fuck him or suck him. His mind was in a blur as Gabby’s tight ass milked his cock, holding it firmly within its grasp.

His mate licked the wound, his thirst finally quenched as he threw his head back and cried out, his cock exploding onto his shirt. Montana watched the jets of semen splash across Gabby, his heart racing at the sight. He growled and plunged deeper, unable to take his eyes off of the creamy white mess.

He shook his head, sweat breaking out over his body as he grabbed Gabby’s other leg and tossed it back, giving him a fantastic display of his mate’s ass. Montana watched his cock disappear and then reappear over and over again.

His canines dropped as his eyes shifted. The need to claim was on him.

“Do you accept me as your mate, Gabriel?”

“Yes, Montana,” Gabby cried out and wriggled around as Montana leaned forward and bit his shoulder.

Montana felt the ribbons of his soul unwind, tangling together with Gabby’s, binding them together, their hearts synchronized, the claiming complete.

Gabby was his.

Montana was going crazy. He couldn’t get enough of his fireball. His cock sawed in and out of that tight little hole as sweat trickled down his face. He licked the wound at his mate’s neck closed, kissing his mate up his neck as he hammered into him. His cock was so engorged that if Gabby needed to feed again, he wouldn’t have any blood to give him.

He roared as his shaft pulsed into his mate’s channel, grabbing Gabby’s cock quickly, pumping it a few times before Gabby mewled under him, giving up a second explosive orgasm to Montana.

They both panted as Montana rolled to his side, taking his mate with him. How? How had feeding his mate turned into the hottest sex he had ever had? He ran his hands over Gabby’s stomach, pinching at his little pooch.

“You’re not allowed to play with my fat after mind-blowing sex.” His mate tried to push his hand away.

Montana chuckled at his mate’s words. “You’re not fat, just healthy.”

“That’s a polite way of saying I’m fat.”

Montana growled as he rolled his mate to his back. “Not fat.”

“I say I’m fat. You probably won’t say it because I’m your mate, and you don’t want to hurt my feelings, so I can…”

Montana covered his mouth, stopping the river of words before his mate got a good lungful of air and made Montana’s eyes cross. He lifted his hand slowly, waiting to see if Gabby was going to pick up where he’d left off. When he didn’t, Montana leaned down and pecked him on his lips. “Not fat.”

Gabby reached up and ran his hands over Montana’s bald head. Montana reveled in the touch. He kissed his mate’s chest, then his neck, and then his lips before pulling back.

“Do you need another shot?” Montana realized there was a lot to taking care of his mate. He would have to learn his schedule to ensure his mate was properly taken care of.

He hoped Maverick was able to obtain his pumpkin’s medical records. His mate needed the best care possible. Although the thought of anyone else providing for Gabby made Montana’s teeth hurt. No one was donating blood. Gabby would get all his needs from his mate.

“No, I’m okay.”

Montana pulled him close, thinking of Tank’s advice earlier. Could he still hate so much with his mate lying in his arms?

No, he couldn’t hate his fireball.

He still held a great deal of hate for the one who had killed his best friend, but not Gabby. All he felt was warmth, a bond with the little orange-haired beauty.

* * * *

“You must be Gabby?”

Gabby fidgeted around on the couch, brushing his thighs off out of habit. Montana insisted he get to know the other mates in the house. It was kind of hard when his hours of operation were different from everyone else’s. Most people were sleeping when Gabby was awake.

“Yes.” Meeting new people was alien to him. Growing up in the coven, he knew everyone. No new faces popped up. He hoped he didn’t ruin it with his speed talking.

“Hi, I’m Blair.” The man with the long black hair stuck his hand out. Gabby shook it, looking around to see if Montana was anywhere in sight. Was Blair a shifter?

“I hear you’re a vampire. Cool.”

Cool wasn’t exactly the word Gabby would use, more like disease. Nothing about being who he was had ever been cool. From being picked on, to being kicked out, to almost losing Montana. What was so cool about that?

“I guess.” Gabby bit his tongue. The urge to tell Blair everything that was wandering through his mind was trying its best to burst out. He had to control his jabbering. That’s what got him into trouble before. He didn’t want to be taunted here for his inability to shut his trap.

Blair walked across the room and then came back over to where he was sitting. “Come on, let’s play.” Blair handed Gabby a controller.

Gabby turned it over in his hand, staring at the large device. What the heck was it? Well, he knew what it was. He’d seen it on the television before. In the coven he didn’t have luxuries though. Sure, he watched television, but games weren’t something he was permitted.

Should he confess this to Blair? He didn’t want to seem like he wasn’t cool to hang around. He wanted friends so desperately that he was willing to fake his knowledge. But he knew that starting a friendship off with a lie wasn’t good.

Blair watched him stare at the controller. “Haven’t you ever played before?”

Gabby shook his head. He tried to hand the device back, but Blair hit a button on the remote. Colorful graphics appeared on the large-screen television, drawing Gabby’s attention immediately.

“Okay, this is how it works.” Gabby listened to Blair, watched the demonstration, and then played around with the controller himself.

“Ready?”

“No.”

Blair laughed and started the game. He tried his best to figure out what the hell he was doing.

Gabby noticed he was gaining an audience. He became self-conscious. There were at least a dozen people now gathered in the den. Where was Montana?

“Kick his butt, Gabby!” Gabby snuck a quick peek over to a man with blond curls jumping up and down with his arms in the air.

Was someone really rooting for him? Gabby pulled his attention back to the game, trying even harder now that he had a fan. His fingers slipped off the toggles a few times, but he managed to get his car back on the road.

He glanced at Blair’s fingers, watching how he was maneuvering his. Gabby parroted it, zooming past Blair’s car and crossing the finish line first.

“Yeah, Gabby.” The man with the blond hair high-fived his hand. Gabby couldn’t help the grin that split across his face. No one had ever been on his side before. It felt really good.

He dropped the controller and ran as soon as he spotted Montana. “I won!”

Montana laughed and pulled him into his arms. “I see.”

Gabby blushed when his wolf kissed him in front of everyone. He never had anyone openly claim him before.

His sex experiences were behind closed doors, the partner at the time too embarrassed for anyone else to know he had slept with the outcast. This was a new experience for him and one he quickly liked.

Gabby reveled in the affection. “I wasn’t sure I could play, but once Blair showed me how I kinda got the hang of it. But when the blond man started cheering me on I was determined to give my new fan a reason to believe in me, so I hurried my car up and watched how Blair was playing and copied it, and the next thing you know, I won.” Gabby laughed with pure joy in his heart.

Montana chuckled, kissing Gabby then setting him down. Gabby backed away when the whole room was staring at him. What had he done?

“Holy, shit. Did you even take a breath?” Blair laughed.

Gabby felt his cheeks burn. He mentally chastised himself for being a motormouth again. If he didn’t stop it, soon the men here would start picking on him, too.

He reached over and slid his hand into Montana’s, needing to feel some sort of safety net. His palms were sweaty, but he didn’t care. He needed Montana’s touch, his mate’s reassurance.

“They’re not making fun of you, pumpkin.” Montana squeezed his hand and smiled down at him.

Gabby looked over at the men again. They all were wearing smiles. That must be good, right? None of them were sneering or whispering to each other as he stood there and watched them.

“Come on, let’s play another round. I have to beat you.” Blair held out the controller. He smiled from ear to ear as he took the controller, ready to race Blair once again. They liked him, really liked him.

Gabby froze in place as his mind fogged when the sweetest smell imaginable wafted past his nose, even sweeter than Montana’s.

His heart was hammering behind his ribs as he turned and hissed, baring his fangs as Montana grabbed him and pulled him off of his feet. The aroma was making him go crazy as Gabby tried his best to get at the little girl standing behind him.

Chapter Four

“Gabby!” Montana squeezed his pumpkin tighter, wondering what in the world had come over him. He’d never seen someone fight so hard to get to another. It was downright disturbing.

His mate was fighting to get to Melonee. He thrashed and squirmed, hissing once again. Montana was having a hard time holding him. “What’s wrong?” he shouted as he almost lost his grip but caught Gabby in time before his mate hit the floor.

“Want her,” he whimpered. “Help me, Tanny. Stop me.” His fireball’s chest was expanding and contracting at a rapid rate. His heart was going crazy under Montana’s hand.

Montana tightened his hold, making his mate look at him. “Why do you want her?”

His pupils were dilated and his fangs were mashing against his bottom lip, making it bleed. “Just a taste, she smells so good.” He begged Montana, tearing at his shirt as he tried to get free. Montana wasn’t going to lie to himself. The sight scared the shit out of him.

Montana knew something was terribly wrong. The idea of feeding from anyone had repulsed Gabby. He wasn’t sure what he should do, so he did the only thing he could think of. He sunk his canines into Gabby’s neck, shoving his wrist into Gabby’s mouth.

Gabby bit into him, drinking deeply as he whimpered and clung to him. His hands shot up, holding Montana’s arm tightly to his lips.