Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3] (17 page)

She’d almost broke the
silence rule and said her safe word, but Clay leaned over and kissed each cheek
with such tenderness that her heart warmed. This man cared—a lot. All of
her attention was directed at Clay until Dirk moved in front of her and cupped
her breasts. He thumbed her slightly swollen nipples and the tension eased.

“You got the best tits in the
world.” Dirk pinched both and a hint of her own feral desire surfaced. A quick
contraction rippled through her.

Clay rubbed her tight muscled
ring with his thumb then slipped the tip in. It wasn’t painful at all, just
embarrassing.

“I love your ass. Last night
I dreamed of these cheeks squeezing my cock tight.”

His reasoning eluded her, but
she wanted to please him. With effort, she relaxed her muscles and his thumb
dipped in.

“That a girl.”

Dirk moved closer so that his
cock was inches from her mouth. Her tongue yearned to lick him and draw the
throbbing head into her mouth. She debated breaking the rules but was unsure if
she could handle the consequences.

Clay withdrew his thumb and
replaced it with two fingers. “Does this feel good, sugar?”

The first press pinched a
little, but as he swirled them around, her body accommodated them. “It’s
different, sir.”

“For now, I’ll be satisfied
with that answer.” The bed dipped behind her. “I need to get something more
permanent so Dirk can love you.”

Dirk grabbed his cock. She
glanced up and spotted his fangs. She touched his leg. “Sir? Your fangs.” Her
voice came out a whisper.

“Shit.” He closed his mouth
and looked away.

Clay moved to the other side
of the room. When he returned, paper crinkled. She turned her head to see what
he was doing, but Dirk’s palm stopped her.

His lips touched the top of
her head. “Close your eyes. Let your imagination run wild.” He sounded more in
control.

She liked the running wild
part. It reminded her of her youth and playing outside every day in the summer
where the birds sang and the ocean waves lapped the sand.

Something cold and hard
pressed against her rear. It was no cock. Her body stiffened and Clay hissed. A
hard smack slapped her ass, and she dropped to her haunches. Had Dirk not
clasped her shoulders at that moment, she would have sat up. “Brown!”

Chapter Twelve

Both men were at Elena’s side
at once. Clay hugged her and kissed her forehead. “Oh, sugar. Did that hurt too
much?”

Confusion swamped her. “No,
but you were angry, and I never want to disappoint you.”

Clay drew her to his chest.
“You could never disappoint us. This is my fault for not explaining things to
you more clearly.”

Dirk pulled her out of Clay’s
grasp. “Come to Uncle Dirk. I’ll take care of you and keep you safe. That
meanie only paddled you to make you relax your ass.”

He’d succeeded. “Can you guys
warn me next time?”

“Sure, sweetheart. How do you
feel now? Is your pussy throbbing?”

A tingling sensation pulsated
between her thighs. “Yes.”

With a finger, Dirk lifted
her chin. “We good?”

How could she have doubted
these wonderful men? “Yes. If I clench again, I give both of you permission to
spank me.” Their grins were the best present.

She assumed the position and
moved closer to Dirk’s cock than before in the hopes he’d ask her to suck on
it.

“Sugar, I’m going to put a
small fake cock, called a plug, in your ass to stretch you out.”

She should be afraid but wasn’t.
Concentrating, she relaxed her butt cheeks. He smeared more goo on her hole and
placed this plug at her entrance.

Probably to distract her,
Dirk pressed on the back of her head. “Suck on my cock.”

Finally
. Leaning over opened her sphincter
muscle and allowed the plug to pop past the tight ring. It pinched a little,
but otherwise didn’t hurt.

“You’re doing good, sugar.”
He rubbed her rear and twisted the plug to send it deeper. This wasn’t like a
cock in her vagina, but maybe only a real cock could send her soaring.

Dirk’s fingers squeezed her
head, and she lowered her lips to his dick. Because she was on her elbows, her
fingers reached his hard sac. One squeeze was all it took for Dirk’s grip to
tighten.

“Easy sweetheart. I want to
love your pussy.”

Knowing she’d be making love
with him, she kept her touch light. But when Clay twisted the plug and moved it
deeper, stretching her rear channel wide, her lips pressed harder on Dirk’s
cock. He jerked and grabbed her wrist.

“I won’t last.” His claws
extended. Okay, so he was telling the truth. “Clay, get that fucking plug in.
Hurry.”

When she smiled at the
intensity of his need, the suction broke. With renewed focus, she dipped her
head to take in more of him. Just as she developed a good rhythm of sucking on
him and rubbing her fingers up and down, Clay pressed the plug in all the way.
She thought her ass would explode. She stopped and lifted off Dirk’s cock but
kept her hold tight.

Clay tapped the plug and
electric bolts blasted her. “You doing okay, sugar?”

She needed a moment to form
the words. In those few seconds, moisture formed between her thighs and a contraction
made her stomach tighten. Arousal streaked through her.
Oh, my
. “Yes.”

“Good.”

Both Clay and Dirk placed
their hands on her and turned her around. Now her rear was facing Dirk.

Clay rubbed her back. “Dirk
is going to fuck your pussy while you suck my cock.” He untied her wrists. “I
want you to have full access to him, but remember. Do not come until we tell
you or you might not like the consequence.”

If she came, then she’d be
satisfied, but they wouldn’t be. What could they do? The spanking had hurt
initially, but she could see its potential. Neither man had moved, apparently
expecting a response. “Okay.”

Clay waved his cock and her
mouth watered. Wanting to please him, she cupped his sac and dragged her tongue
up his pulsing length. His hands latched onto her shoulders and his fingers
worked their way toward her neck. When her tongue reached the tip of his cock,
she licked the pre-cum from the slit.

“You are a devil, woman.”

She liked how one lick could
excite him. She’d almost forgotten Dirk was behind her, but as soon as he
pinched her nipples, bliss swirled in her belly.

He leaned over and ran a
tongue down her spine. “I am going to love you long and hard.”

His cock slipped between her
folds, and her juices allowed him to slide in. Her breath caught. Dear Lord.
He’d never fit, not with the plug in her ass. She tightened down on his cock
and Dirk dragged his hands from her tits to her ass.

He pinched her tight. “Don’t
move, sweetheart, or you won’t get any relief.
”

His inner beast must be
winning the fight. She nodded and slowly lowered her lips over Clay, careful
not to set him off.

Dirk inched into her. His
cock expanded and stretched her to the point of tears, and the friction robbed
her of all sanity. She needed more. Dirk seemed to understand her body, as well,
because he nudged her legs wider apart and plowed in. The plug moved and hit
new nerves. Pure pleasure shot straight into her bloodstream.

“Sugar?”

Her mind splintered as both
men took her, each touch pouring passion into her. Clay rubbed her shoulders
and neck. He hissed and groaned and his body swayed as if he was saying some
prayer, asking for strength. A low rumble bubbled up and his grip tightened.

Dirk clasped her tits and
massaged them. “God, what you do to me.” As he rolled her nipples, her breasts
swelled. With one final push, his cock slammed into the end of her hot sheath.
Her body nearly exploded.

He pulled out a bit and drove
right back in. Her world spun. Thoughts jumbled.

The faster he went the harder
she sucked on Clay’s cock until they were swaying and pumping and pounding. The
scent of sex mingled with the moans, groans, and grunts. For a moment, she
thought the heat would suffocate her.

She lifted her head. “Clay!
Dirk!”

Dirk didn’t let up his
assault. She returned to sucking on Clay. Her body trembled as her muscles
convulsed. Their passion filled and heated her. She balanced on the edge of her
climax trying not to come, but the joy that surrounded her tested her resolve.

“Sugar, watch out.”

A second
after he spoke, his hot cum seared her throat, and she had to swallow fast to
keep up with the flow.
He pulled out of her mouth, and she gulped in a deep breath.

Dirk lifted his fingers to
her shoulders, placing them where Clay’s had been seconds before. He leaned
over her back. “You are mine. Come for me.”

The whispered closeness was
the push she needed. His fangs drove into her neck as his cock pounded into her
once more. The climax she’d kept at bay swept her higher and higher until she
finally burst.

Dirk’s feral yell erupted,
and her scream matched his. She dropped her head. The bliss soaked her body.
His cock pulsed and throbbed as his hot semen slammed into her. His head landed
on her back, and he slid his hands around her waist.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

Those words were said in a
heated moment, but they settled deep within her, nonetheless, and she smiled.

Love
you, too
.

#

Both men insisted on fixing
her lunch. She was hungrier than ever. The sex wore her out. Even after an
hour, her body still pulsed.

Dirk placed a tray of
lunchmeats on the table. “Got a present for you.”

Her hand slapped her chest.
“Really?”

He stuck his hand in his
pocket and pulled out a phone. “I’d planned to give it to you as soon as you
arrived, but you distracted me.” He handed it to her. “Is this your phone?”

“No. It’s a burn phone. It
can’t be traced. I thought you’d like to call your mom. You said you hadn’t
spoken with her in weeks.”

She jumped out of her seat
and threw her arms around his neck. “That’s the best present!”

He kissed her. “I’m glad you
like it. Lunch can wait if you want to call her now.”

Costa Rica was an hour
earlier. Her mom would be preparing the meal for her dad and anyone else who
happened to stop over. “I’ll eat first. She might be busy.”

In truth, she needed time to
think what she wanted to say. Even if she explained how Hood could have traced
her phone and find her again, her mom might not understand why Elena hadn’t
called sooner.

Clay sat opposite her. “You
okay, sugar? Your face lost some of its color.”

“I want to call my mom, but I
know she’ll have a million questions I can’t answer.”

“Or don’t want to answer.”

That was closer to the truth.
“Yeah.”

Keeping the rest of her
thoughts to herself, she made a sandwich. As good as it tasted, she’d lost her
appetite. She pushed back her chair. “Will you excuse me?” She waved the phone.

Dirk placed a hand on her
hip. “Sure. Take all the time you need.”

She needed a fresh opinion to
help her sort through the events of the past few days. Of her friends, only one
was open to new sexual experiences. With phone in hand, she plopped onto the
bed and stretched out.

Guilt wove its way through
the euphoria.

Her friend picked up.
“Hello?”

“Janice, it’s me, Elena.”

“Hey. How’s Costa Rica?”

“I never made it.” For the
next fifteen minutes, she detailed the abduction, the rescue, and then the
amazing sex, answering Janice’s gazillion questions. The only tiny detail Elena
didn’t disclose was the whole werewolf issue.

“I am so happy for you.”

“I’m happy, too, but what am
I going to tell Mom?”

When Elena first moved to
Gulfside, she’d met Janice at church. Once her friend began dating Josh, she
stopped going, but she and Janice remained close.

“Ah, I see the problem. You
could leave out the part about sleeping with two men.”

She dropped on her back and
slanted an arm over her eyes. “I think I’ve messed up.”

“Why?”

“Because what I did was
wrong.”

“Really? Did it feel wrong?
You said they love you.”

That didn’t make it any less
wrong. “Even if, say, in two years we decide to marry, don’t you think my mom
will notice two grooms?”
Gaa
.
This was worse than she’d realized. What had she been thinking?

“You have a point.”

She was no help. “Listen. Can
I ask you a huge favor?”

“Anything.”