Training Their Mate [Pack Wars-Book 1] (10 page)

Chapter Eight

Trax didn’t want anything to go wrong with the
operation. Tons of reasons existed why he wanted to succeed, none more
important than him returning Liz home. Having her in his house fucked with his
head too much.

Christ
. Did he have to kiss her? What was he? A
horny teenager? He never lost control.
Until
now.

She’s
our mate
. Dante’s words
came back to him. Whether it was true or not, and he suspected it was, he
couldn’t afford the distraction.

“Can’t see any movement
inside, Trax.” Drake Stanton pressed his lips together but kept the binoculars
glued to his face.

He and Kurt had spent as many
hours as he had watching Couch, while Clay Demmers and Dirk Tilton uncovered
the drug connection. All of them had a stake in bringing down this Colter.

Dirk
had informed him of
some scuttle from the cops about Couch.
If their group didn’t neutralize him soon and the cops got involved, the shit
would hit the fan.

 
“Wait a sec.” Drake focused on the front
window. “I see a help wanted sign.”

“That makes sense since Liz
never showed up to work today.”

Clay moved next to him. “What
do you want us to do?”

If Couch wasn’t there, they
didn’t need to be wasting any more time staking out his office. “Let’s go in through
the back.”

With their handguns loaded
with wolf-poisoning bullets, they moved to the alley. Trax tested the steel
door that led to Au Pairs for U. No surprise, it was locked. He pulled out his
lock picks and, in seconds, opened the door. If he’d failed, they
would have used
a battering ram, and that would have made too much noise,
something they couldn’t afford. While no one was in the alley, they didn’t need
to draw any spectators.

Trax held up his hand to
silence the four men. He led the way but slowed when he didn’t sense the Colter
nearby. He motioned for Kurt to check the office and for Clay to look in the
other room. Ten seconds later, they reappeared.

“Nothing,” Clay said.

“Me neither,” Kurt announced.
“I didn’t see his laptop or much of anything. It looks like he’s gone.”

“Fuck.” Trax stabbed a hand
over his head. “Grab the computer Liz used. Maybe there’s something useful on
it.”

Drake unplugged then gathered
the laptop. “Now what?”

“Let’s check out his house.”

Clay stepped over to the
coffee cup full of coffee and touched it. “It’s still warm.”

That meant they missed the
bastard by minutes. “I’ll see if headquarters can get a lock on his phone’s
GPS.” He doubted they’d be successful, as Couch would know that would be the
first thing the Pack would check.

He called Chris Williams at
headquarters and asked him to run the check. “Get back to me when you find out
anything.”

“Give me one sec.”

They had Couch’s number
programmed. “You got something?”

“His phone’s off or else he
ditched it.”

“Thanks.”
Trax stuffed his phone back in his pocket.
“Let’s hit Couch’s home.”

#

Trax had been gone three
hours and Liz was going stir crazy. What she really needed was a walk. When she
pulled on the door that led to the stairs, it was locked. Now she was pissed.
Fine, she’d find a way out.

She tested the door behind the dining room. It
was locked, too. What was up with keeping her in? A third door sat left of the
kitchen. When she turned the knob, it opened.
Finally
.

The door led to an
entranceway. At the end was a staircase. The one going down probably lead to the
store, but she couldn’t guess what was upstairs. Curious to investigate every
nook and cranny, she went upstairs only to have another door slap her in the
face.
Shit
. She tried the handle.
This one was open, and she stepped inside. A small hallway opened up to a huge
weight room on the right. It looked like it could handle ten people at once,
but the number of weight stations really didn’t surprise her given how buff the
men were. Off to the left sat another room. She felt like Alice in Wonderland
testing door after door. That one was also open. Inside sat a rather messy
office. She had to smile. This had to be where Dante worked.

No other doors were evident,
so she headed back down the stairs and continued to the other staircase. When
she reached the door at the bottom, she pushed it open.
Success!
Just stepping into civilization boosted her spirits.

Liz inhaled, happy to be
free.

“Sugar!” Dante trotted over
and she was almost tempted to throw herself in his arms, but she hesitated. He
should have either told her about how to get out or seen to it that she had
access to the outside.

“I was trapped inside for
hours.”

“Poor baby.” He encased her
in his arms. She thought about stepping out of his embrace, but the comfort
made her stand still.

She leaned back but remained pressed against
him. “Why did you lock me in?”

“Nothing personal.” He
chuckled. “We keep the place locked tight because if someone’s in our house we
don’t want there, he can’t escape.”

She saw their point but
didn’t have to like it. “You don’t want me?” That wasn’t what he meant, but she
took the opportunity to tease him.

He backpedaled her to one of
the shelving units and nibbled on her lips. “What do you think?”

His lips on her neck ignited
her skin. “Why didn’t you wake me up before you left and say goodbye?” She
hadn’t meant to pout, but it came out that way.

“I went into the room, but
you were zonked out and I didn’t want to disturb you.” He leaned close and
sniffed. “Why do I smell my brother on you?”

“Um.” Maybe she should have
washed her face, but she never thought he’d be able to smell that well.

He grinned. “He kissed you,
didn’t he?”

“Yes.” She wouldn’t give any
details how the kiss came about.

“Hot damn!”

“You’re happy?” He had said
it was okay to be with his brother, but she really hadn’t believed him.

He devoured her mouth and her
body melted. She guessed that would be a yes. Her body tensed, but only for a
second. She hadn’t seen any customers when she entered the store, but someone
could walk in any moment. Right now, she didn’t care. His one hand massaged her
breast and the other rubbed her ass.
Memories
of how he’d made her body feel returned, and she wanted to relive that amazing
experience once more.

She’d already committed a
crime, had men attempt to kill her, and learned the world wasn’t anything like
what she’d believed. The last twenty-four hours would have been tragically
terrible had it not been for Dante. Now, she wanted him again.

She slipped her hand between
them and grabbed his crotch.

“Sugar, you really don’t want
to go there.”

Yes
I do
. Ignoring his plea,
she held on and squeezed. Her thumb brushed his zipper and she lowered it. She
expected
a cloth barrier to block her
, but his cock popped into her hand.
“Nice!”

She barely got her fingers on
him when he pulled away. “I have to taste you first.”

She clung to the word
first
. “Someone might come in.”

His gaze implied he didn’t
give a damn. That was so like Dante. He had her jeans’ button popped and the
material down over her hips before she could protest. Perhaps one little lick
would hold her over until she got him alone.

He slipped a finger into her
pussy and her juices went wild. She didn’t care if he said he wanted to go
first, she needed to touch him. Before her hand reached his cock, he blocked
her.

“I won’t last. I’ll admit it.
I’m weak when it comes to you.”

She didn’t want him to come
when they had so little time. “Okay.”

Pamphlets, small boxes, and other items lined a
display table behind him. In
one swipe, he knocked everything to the ground. The noise alone would alert a
customer. When no footsteps sounded, she relaxed—sort of.

He picked her up and dumped
her on the table then tugged down her panties along with her jeans and
scrunched her pants as low as they would go without taking them off. His gaze
never left the V between her legs.

“I couldn’t sleep last night
dreaming about you.” He ran his tongue over his lips, melting her insides.

“Me, too.”

Every warning bell sounded, but she had to have
him. It was crazy. Before yesterday, she wouldn’t have considered sex in the
middle of the store. After making love with Dante one time, she’d become a
desperate woman. How had that happened? Did both he and his brother have
special powers that made her desire skyrocket? Right now, nothing would
surprise her.

Dante loomed over her and the
crooked smile she’d come to enjoy appeared. He made sure she was far enough
back on the table to bend her knees and plant her feet on the hard surface.
“This will only take a minute. Don’t worry. I’ll hear the bell ring if someone
comes in.”

If a customer rounded the
corner before she could pull up her clothes, she’d be mortified. If she had use
of both hands, she might not have worried. Before she commented this might not
be wise, his mouth clamped over her pussy and his tongue went to work shooting
sparks of need straight up her body.

Molten fire filled her. “Oh,
God.” Spikes of lust pricked her. His tongue nabbed her clit and flicked it
right and left. She scooted lower. “Fuck me!”

He lifted his head. “Not yet.
I need your sweet honey.”

No one had said that to her,
ever. His sincerity made her feel sexier than she’d ever felt before. He
slipped a hand under the blouse and pushed her bra over her tits. Her nipples
puckered even before he touched her. When he pinched one tip, desire slammed
through her. He was too far away to grab his cock, but she managed to run her
hand through his floppy hair. His silky strands electrified her fingertips and
she wanted more.

With his free hand, he pulled
down on her shoulder to bring her closer. The pants trapped her legs, but she
didn’t want to take the time to remove them.

“Hurry.”

He stepped to the side and
drove three fingers into her pussy while he lifted her shirt with the other
then slipped up her bra. Now that he’d exposed both tits, he dropped his head
and sucked hard on one nipple. Spikes of need spiraled between her legs turning
her body into a hot volcano. When he curled his fingers and hit her sweet spot,
she took off like a rocket. She gulped in air and tried hard not to scream.

Her groan sounded deep and
desperate. Closing her eyes, she let her climax wash over her.

Dante stood back. “You are
too sweet. I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”

Not that she didn’t desire,
and even need his cock, but it was only fair to reciprocate. She sat up. “Help
me pull up my pants. I need to lick your cock.”

“Oh, sugar, those are fucking
sweet words to hear.”

He guided her off the table.
Between the two of them, they had her readjusted in seconds. When she looked
down, his cock had escaped its confines, and the top had bubbled with pre-cum.

He exchanged places with her
so he could sit on the table and provide her with a better angle. She bent
over, and before she grabbed him, she slowly dragged her tongue up his length.

Dante took hold of her hair
and tugged. “Don’t tease me, sugar. There’s too little time.”

He was right. She gripped his
cock and drew at least half of him into her mouth. Wanting to give him a good
experience, she swirled her tongue around his length and waited to hear his
groan.

Sure, she’d given men blowjobs
before, but they hadn’t held much meaning. With Dante, she wanted to make him
happy. Stroking him lightly, she lifted her mouth up and down.

“Sugar.” He growled.

He reached under her chest
and pinched a nipple through her bra. She arched her back and moaned. She
tightened her grip and sucked harder. Her head bounced to some rhythm in her
head, which happened to coincide with the pressure on her tit.

When he used both hands to massage
her breasts and pressed them together, she increased her speed, imagining his
cock dipping into her pussy.

He groaned, drew his hands up
to her shoulders and pulled her to a stand. “I need a second.” He placed his
feet on the floor, leaned against the table, and slipped a hand down her pants.

The moment he pressed on her
clit, another earth-shattering climax surrounded her, heating her to her core
and claiming her. “Dante. God. You’re amazing.”

Desiring to satisfy him, she
leaned over again and drew him into her mouth. All it took were a few up and
downs to make his hot cum geyser out of him. It pummeled the back of her
throat, and she had to swallow fast to keep from having his juices drip down
her chin. His hand rested heavily on her head. Even if she wanted to step away,
he wouldn’t have let her. For some reason, the loss of control didn’t freak her
out. In fact, it heightened the already heady experience.