Nutter Nero (MM)
Brac Pack 12

Professional Reviews

4.5 NYMPHS: "Nutter Nero is the twelfth release in the long running Brac Pack series. Once again, the mate is a smaller, more submissive man and I must confess that this does not bother me as I find it hilarious watching as the smaller men wrap the wolves around their little fingers. Like the previous mates, Nero has his issues to overcome and in some ways, I think his are the worse to date. There are some light hearted moments, such as when Gunnar introduced Nero to sex, that will leave you laughing and keep the story from becoming overrun with angst. Keep an eye out for Nero checking Gunnar’s wolf for fleas and ticks, as this scene and the one with Maverick and the other wolves is just priceless. The author also introduces a possible reason behind the rogue attacks that will leave the reader wondering how the issue will be resolved. Once again, Ms. Hagen has given the reader another entertaining story full of action, fun loving characters and hot sex, so pick up your copy today." -- Critter Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews

"Catastrophe! The games system in the Den goes on the fritz. The mates get bored fast enough, especially Cecil the Alpha’s mate so it’s imperative that they get the whole thing working again, quickly. When you’ve got ADD, OCD, and a few other alphabet letters to deal with like Nero Credence it’s pretty much your work that keeps you company and little else. Lucky for Nero he can tune out all the men and the chaos in the Den to get his work done when he arrives to fix their system. Never in a million years would wolf shifter Gunnar Sadena understand why fate pairs him with such a nutter like Nero. Whatever the reason, Gunnar knows that the little human is definitely his mate. From Nero’s perspective forming a relationship is the last thing on his mind right now, yet even he cannot deny an attraction to the big guy. It’s ironic that finding out about the men being shifters or reformed addicts or a bunch of other things makes Nero more comfortable with the pack. He may never take off his blue gloves in front of them but Nero will always come home to Gunnar cause he’s nut’s for the wolf. Destiny and whimsy bring together the most unlikely lovers in Nutter Nero. Mental health problems in the form of OCD, ADD, etc… are a serious matter. Somehow Nutter Nero broaches the subject with a light, tender touch and it works. The difficulties are addressed in such a way that no offense can be taken while rooting for the mates. A serious issue, nonetheless Nutter Nero manages to tell their tale with a warm and amusing sensitivity. This series never fails to deliver." -- Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed

Excerpt

ADULT EXCERPT

“You ever have sex before?”

Nero shook his head. “Is that where you insert slot A into tab B?” His ocean-blue eyes sparkled mischievously at Gunnar.

Gunnar chuckled as he dropped the sheet to the floor. “You could call it that. I’m definitely going to insert something into your slot.” It had been two full weeks since his mate moved in. Gunnar had not pressured him for sex, giving his mate a chance to adjust, wanting Nero to become comfortable with him. He was just plain horny tonight.

“Wait.” Nero scooted off of the bed, raced to the closet, and reached in to extract a sixty-four ounce bottle of sanitizer.

“I thought we discussed this, nutter?”

Nero padded back across the room, setting the bottle onto the nightstand. “Doesn’t hurt to be cautious.” He pumped a large amount into his hand and began to rub Gunnar’s body down.

Nero bent down in front of him to sanitize his legs and feet, but Gunnar drew the line when his nutter tried to put that crap on his bits and pieces. Since when was sex sanitary? It was supposed to be dirty and raunchy, not disinfected.

“Now you can insert your tab into my slot.” Nero grinned up at him, that devilish sparkle lighting up his eyes once more. Gunnar filled with raw need at the sight. His mate could fill the tub with that shit if he smiled like that. He watched as Nero snapped the used gloves off then slid his small hands into a fresh pair.

“Get out of your clothes, nutter.” Gunnar pulled the side of his mouth up in a grin as his mate slowly, with trembling, gloved fingers, removed all articles of fabric.

Gunnar sat on the side of the bed, pulling his mate onto his lap so Nero was straddling him. Gunnar ran his tongue over Nero’s lips, kissing him as tender and as light as a summer breeze.

He ran his hand down Nero’s back then trailed a finger down his crease, tapping at the starburst hidden away. His cock jerked at the feeling of his fingertip touching such an intimate area of his mate’s body. It felt like needle pricks were radiating from his pores as the excitement built.

“Slot A needs loosening.” Gunnar reached over, grabbing the bottle of lube from the drawer. He would go gentle and slow to make sure Nero enjoyed this as much as he knew he would.

At the last second he realized the bottle was clear. Damn sanitizer. Tossing the container across the room, Gunnar grabbed the right bottle.

He snapped open the lid as he stared his nutter in his eyes, seeing the blue turned a shade darker. He applied some to his fingers, and the lube glided over Nero’s puckered hole as he ran his fingers around it until his mate relaxed, the muscle less resistant. Preparing his mate drove his anticipation to the edge, almost making his body erupt before he had a chance to indulge.  The need pulsed through his cock. The feeling of his mate trustingly holding onto to him was euphoric. There wasn’t anything that could make Gunnar betray that trust. Nero was his little nutter, his left lung, now. Without him, Gunnar would no longer be able to breathe.

When his third finger joined the rest, Gunnar turned, laying them both down on the mattress. His mate reluctantly loosened his grip and let him go. Those blue-gloved hands fisted the blanket as Gunnar ran his hands over Nero’s soft skin.

“Ready for my tab?” Gunnar smiled as Nero looked everywhere but at him. “Nero?”

“Sure, sure. Connect the dots.” Nero bit his bottom lip and peeked over at Gunnar from his periphery. He knew his baby was nervous. Being his first time, it was to be expected. Gunnar hoped to make it as pleasurable as possible.

He turned his nutter to his hands and knees and climbed up behind him. Gunnar pressed the head of his cock to the tight opening, easing his way in as Nero panted and smacked the bed. Gunnar stopped and waited for Nero to relax. Gunnar ran his fingers over the scars, kissing each one, and then he dropped to his hands, placing them on either side of Nero’s head. He felt like a lion over a kitten. His mate was so damn small.

“Very interested. Very, very.” Nero groaned as he rocked back and forth on his hands and knees. A rhythm began. When Gunnar pushed forward, Nero pushed back.

His mate was intoxicating, welcoming Gunnar’s body into his. Gunnar ran his lips over Nero’s shoulder, and a shiver followed his touch.

“Are you okay, nutter?” Gunnar asked as he kissed his way down Nero’s arm.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” Nero began to whimper, his head shaking back and forth.

“I have you, nutter. Just let go. Gunny’s got you.” Gunnar kissed the nape of Nero’s neck, kissed the side of his neck, and rubbed his cheek over his mate’s hair. He relished the feel and smell of his nutter underneath him.

His cock rocked in and out of Nero’s tight hold, sending his senses soaring as the muscle gripped him and milked his body. Gunnar wrapped an arm around Nero’s chest, as he fingers found his mate’s nipple and began to run his thumb back and forth over it, feeling it grow to a tight peak under his finger.

Nero’s legs spread further apart, his body moving as one with Gunnar’s. There was no way he was going to last much longer, but Gunnar tried his best to make it last forever.

He ran a hand down Nero’s hip and thigh, his nutter tossing his head as a mewling whine left his lips. “So good, Gunny, so, so good.”

“That’s it…enjoy what I’m doing to your body, enjoy it, baby.” Gunnar’s voice was rough against Nero’s ear. “I knew you could take my cock.”

Hunger and need consumed Gunnar to the point he thought he would go insane. His nutter’s tight body sang to his senses, drove him closer to the edge of euphoria. It was as if Gunnar were experiencing it for the first time himself.

His mate brought him pleasure he had never known before, a deep satisfying hunger that only Nero seemed to be able to feed.

Desperation, so deep it came from Gunnar’s core, took over as the urge to bind this man to him, to keep him at his side for the rest of his life made the question leave his lips.

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

“What does that mean, Gunny?” Nero asked as the palms of his hands dug into the mattress.

“It means I’ll love you forever, nutter. I’ll love you until I take my last breath. Say yes, be mine, baby.”