Training Their Mate [Pack Wars-Book 1] (15 page)

“Hold her, Trax.”

Trax wrapped one arm around her waist and the
other lightly across her neck. Her nerves shot to high alert. “What are you
going to do?” She swallowed the burst of fear that squeezed her heart.

“Slave?” Trax’s voice came out low and gruff.

Shit
. “Sorry, Master.”

Trax slightly released the pressure on her
stomach. “This will only hurt at first. Then the joy will make your pussy cream
so hard, you will have to use all of your control not to come. You do know how
to control your base urges, don’t you?”

No.
“Yes, Master.”

“Dante, go ahead.”

He stepped in front and the moment he clipped a
sharp clamp on her swollen nipple the pain ripped through her, down her body,
and back up her spine. When he repeated the action on the other side, it took
her control not to cry out. Then, her body embraced the pain and endorphins
shot out from the tips and set her pussy on fire once more. She clenched her
ass, and spikes of need radiated all down her rear. Almost every part of her
body was ready to explode.

She thought that Trax would want her to suck on
his cock, but he seemed happy holding her down. It was when he slipped his left
hand from her throat to the end of the chain and tugged that she yelped.

Dante clamped down on Trax’s wrist. “Easy, bro.
I want to suck on those tits. You already had your turn.”

His sincerity wasn’t as convincing as it could
have been. Perhaps they were determining her pain level.

“Pick her up, bro.”

With his right hand, Trax lifted her up six
inches and moved her closer to Dante who grabbed hold of her inner thighs.

“I’ve been dreaming of fucking you all day.”

She closed her eyes, ready for him to plunge
his cock into her, but he didn’t. These men seemed driven to make her wait. He
dropped to his knees and sucked on her pussy. Blasts of need slammed into her.
The contractions rippling through her forced her to tighten her butt, but that
only made her ache for more. The plug almost seemed to grow as Dante flicked
his tongue all around her opening. It was when he nipped her clit that she bit
her lip to keep from screaming his name. As he continued to lick her pussy, he
reached up and tugged on the chain. Both nipples dragged down and she let out a
whimper.

He sat back on his haunches then pushed to a
stand. “Let’s get rid of this chain. Wait until you see what happens next.”

She’d get his cock? Her nipples were close to
being numb and when he took off the clamps and blood rushed to the end, she
squeezed her eyes to keep the pricks of pain from felling her. Dante licked
both nipples. Instead of easing the sensations, it seemed to triple the lust.
Her needy cunt convulsed over and over again. How she needed a cock again, she
didn’t know, but she was ready for him.

Dante must have sensed her urgency because he
grabbed hold of his cock and drove it straight up her pussy. Since half of her
body was already taken up with the butt plug, she was packed full of cock.

“Holy fuck.” She clamped her mouth shut,
fearing Trax would tell Dante he couldn’t have her.

Instead, Dante laughed. “Hold her arms back,
Trax, and don’t let her touch me.”

When Trax pulled her elbows back, her breasts
stretched taut. Dante leaned forward and captured her lips. Gone was the nice
man she’d made love with before. This man seemed possessed. The harder he
pounded into her swollen pussy, the hotter she got. Desperate to taste him, she
opened his mouth and invited him in. Dante obliged and tangled with her.

Trax must have felt left out because he lifted
his knee into her butt crack and hit the plug. The pressure from the fake cock,
combined with Dante’s dick, made her lose control.

She dropped her head back and broke the kiss.
“Help me. I’m coming.” Her strangled cry sounded far away even to her.

Dante lowered his head onto her shoulder and
not only did he ram his cock deeper in her pussy, but he bit her shoulder. She
felt the prick and the dribble of blood, but for some reason, she experienced
little pain. Maybe she was too swept away by her climax to feel the teeth
breaking the skin. She’d never soared higher. Being with two men was the
epitome of love.

Dante growled and on his next stroke, his
powerful jism blasted her back wall and seared her from head to toe. Trax
nibbled on her neck then kissed the tender spot below her ear as if to calm her
beating heart.

Her mind shattered with what just happened and
Dante withdrew. He stepped back and grinned.

“Fuck, that was mighty fine. I don’t think we
can ever let you go.”

She hoped he was kidding because she was a
woman on a mission.

#

Dante pulled two beers out of the fridge and
handed one to Trax. He glanced over at the bedroom door. It was closed.
Good.
The three of them had eaten
chicken that Trax had prepared, and then Liz said she needed to take a shower
and head to bed. He couldn’t blame her. She’d had a rough day. First with Couch
trying to shoot her, and then being put through her training session with Trax.

“How did you enjoy your first go around with
Liz?” Dante kept his voice low. He could have telepathed his question, but it
took less energy to speak.

Trax swigged the beer. “Christ, she was
perfection.”

Dante dropped down on the chair across from
him. “Do you think it’s time we tell her we’re werewolves?”

Trax’s eyes darkened and a hint of amber shone
through. “No.”

Once more, the urge to knock some sense into
his brother surfaced. “Why not? You know as well as I do that she’s going to be
our mate.”

“She’s not ready.” Trax cocked a brow. “Why did
you bite her?”

“I had to mark her as ours.”

“Dante, what if she’d seen your fangs?”

He shrugged. “I was careful. She didn’t even
notice.”

“She’d freak if she found out. She’s still
impressionable.”

Dante chuckled. “What you really meant to say
is that
you’re
not ready to tell
her.”

“I have a job to do.” Trax’s shoulder tightened
and his nail beds turned white from holding the bottle too intensely. “It’s
already hard enough to concentrate. Once Couch is in jail, I’ll break the
news.”

“Just don’t fuck up what we already have.”
Dante wasn’t complaining. The more she fell for them, the harder it would be
for her to walk away. He and Liz had already established a connection and if
Trax wanted to wait, so be it.

Trax’s gaze shot off to the side. “Just make
sure she doesn’t think you only want her for her body.”

That was a low blow. “Can I help it that every
time I get near her, my hormones shoot sky high? I may not have the discipline
and stamina you do, but by the moon above, I am no better than a teenager when
I get around her.”

Trax slammed the bottle on the table between
them and glowered at him.

Dante held up his palm. His brother looked
ready for a fight. “I wanted to take my time, but after I took off the chain
and she groaned when I licked her tits, the brain in my cock took over.”

Trax nodded to the bedroom. “Since she’s so
deeply under your skin, make sure she doesn’t talk you into allowing her to go
after Couch herself.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t.”

Dante jumped up and Trax followed him into the
living room. One glance at the bedroom door had him standing down. His brother
was awfully high and mighty tonight. Dante wasn’t the only one who needed to be
careful.

He faced Trax. “I have a word of advice for
you, too, bro. Don’t always act like some hard ass with all your master-slave
shit. She needs to know you care.”

“Fuck you. Just let me sleep in peace.”

“Gladly.” Dante left his half-empty bottle on
the kitchen counter instead of tossing it in the trash just to piss Trax off.

Tomorrow he wanted to figure out a way to make
Liz happy.

Chapter Thirteen

When Liz awoke, she wasn’t sure where she was.
The gray walls and dark furniture made the room tomblike, and only faint light
eked around the closed curtains. The alarm clock on the side table read 9:13 a.m.
Yikes
. She never slept in. As she sat
up and yawned, her pussy and ass throbbed. When she shifted position, she felt
something deep inside her.
Oh, shit
.
It was the freaking butt plug they made her keep in.

Well, that wasn’t going to stay.

She eased out of bed and headed into the
bathroom. It took a few tugs and not clenching to remove it. After she washed it,
she wasn’t sure what to do with it, so she left it on the counter.

Images of being blindfolded and tied up
surfaced. She tugged off her top and looked down at her breasts. Sure enough,
her nipples were red. She rubbed them and a quick blast of pain rippled through
her, but it was a good kind of pain.

Never in a million years would she have thought
she’d enjoy being at a man’s mercy. A flash of heat rolled through her as she
remembered Dante and Trax touching her.

But why
only with these men
?

She’d never allow anybody else to do those
kinds of things to her.

Why?

Because she’d never trust anyone the way she
trusted Trax and Dante. The level of confidence she’d developed with them in
such a short period of time was quite remarkable. Having someone save your life
had a way of forming a strong bond between you.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth,
she went in search of something to wear. All she had left was one clean outfit.
Today, she’d have to ask one of them to return her to the parking lot so she
could get her car. She had to go home for more clothes. Until Harvey Couch was
in jail, she wouldn’t feel safe there. It wouldn’t surprise her if he had one
of his wolf underlings stake out her place, waiting for her to return.
Bastard
.

She opened her door and spotted the brothers in
the kitchen. Dante was scrambling eggs and Trax was cutting fruit. Did they eat
this well every day or was this special because she was there? She secretly
hoped it was the latter.

Dante turned around and smiled. “Hi, beautiful.
Sleep well?”

Yes and
no
. Her erotic dreams kept
waking her up. “Yes.”

“Good. Breakfast will be up in a minute.”

Trax’s cell rang. He reached in his pocket, and
as he glanced at the screen, his brows furrowed. “Trax. Yes, General. I’ll be right
there.” He disconnected and returned the phone to his pants.

“Bad news?” Dante pulled three plates from the
cabinet.

“Make it two plates. The general is not happy
about our failure yesterday.”

That wasn’t fair. “You got close,” she said.

“Close doesn’t get him captured.”

She then remembered the other appointments
she’d copied down. This time she wouldn’t ask to go along. “I might be able to
help. Let me get something.”

She hurried into his room and dug through her
purse. There were moments, even last night, when she debated finding the
bastard on her own. Then reason intruded. Even if she had a gun, he could shift
and run away before she got off a shot. Not to mention, she didn’t have the
right kind of bullets to kill the bastard.

It would be just her luck, if she did do
something on her own, Couch would have an army of men near him, and then she’d
be the one who ended up dead, not him. She admitted it was better for trained
men to go after him.

With the scraps of paper in hand, she returned.
“Here are two other appointments he had listed on his calendar. If I were
Couch, I wouldn’t go, but maybe he doesn’t know I copied his schedule.”

Trax’s brows rose. “Oh, he knows, but thank
you. It might soften the blow when I meet with the general.”

Trax tucked the information in his pocket and
picked up his keys. A bit of her was disappointed he didn’t kiss her goodbye,
but she understood he wanted to keep his mind on his task. He placed his eye
against the scanner and headed downstairs.

Dante turned her around and embraced her.
“Don’t worry, sugar. He’ll come around.” He kissed the top of her head.

“Come around?” Surely the man couldn’t read her
mind.

“He’s not very demonstrative with his
affection, but in his case, actions speak louder than words.”

“If you say so.”

“If he weren’t so intent on catching Couch for
your sake, he wouldn’t have spent a few hours last night planning his next
move.”

That cheered her. “Oh.”

“Come on. Let’s chow.”

She helped him bring the food to the table and
the domestic scene wasn’t lost on her. She could get used to living with
someone as supportive as Dante. Trax was another issue all together.