Training Their Mate [Pack Wars-Book 1] (7 page)

The only items on the cabinet
were her toiletries all neatly stacked. Dante had brought her toothbrush,
toothpaste, and shampoo. While she would have liked her razor and face cream,
she could last a day without those amenities.

As quickly as she could, she
toed off her boots and slipped her jeans over her hips. Because of her injured
hand, she sat on the edge of the tub to pull them off. Her lopsided tugging
wore her out, but she rested after they reached her ankles. Next she tackled
her sweater, which caught on her bandage.

“Grr.”

“Need help, sugar?”

Oh,
fuck
. She had her pants
to her ankles and her sweater over her face. At least he wouldn’t see the
blush. There were two options. Yell at him to get out, or since he’d already
gotten an eyeful, ask him to help, and then politely suggest he leave.

“Please.”

Dante took care removing the
sleeve over her bandage. With the sweater came her T-shirt. Her hair flew in
every direction and she patted it down with her good hand. He appeared to be
all business as he bent on one knee and removed her jeans. Then he stepped over
to the counter and picked up the plastic bag. “Let me cover that hand.”

She waited for some snide
remark about her bra and panties not matching, but he played the role of the
gentleman.
She held her hand out and in
about twenty seconds, he’d taped the baggie over it.
From the looks of it, no water would get
in. He waved a roll of plastic wrap. “What’s that for?”

Dante nodded to her knees.
“Thought I’d waterproof your knees, too.”

The man thought of
everything. “Cool.”

With equal proficiency, he
wrapped both knees in plastic then taped the top and bottom. She might look
funny, but at least she could shower without worrying about getting the
bandages wet.

“You good?”

“Yes, thank you.”

He twisted around, walked out,
and closed the door. How sweet was he? Why couldn’t she have found someone like
him before?
Needing to wash this horrible
day away, she turned on the shower and the water instantly turned warm
. Now that was a nice feature.

She couldn’t reach behind her
to unhook her bra, so she lowered the straps, unthreaded her arms, and rotated
the hook to the front. One pinch later, the bra came free. Removing her panties
was easy. Now for the good part.

She stepped under the hot
water and held her hand high. This was divine. Maybe she’d stay in here for an
hour and just soak up the heat.

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Dante plastered his back
against the bathroom door.
Holy fuck
.
Seeing Liz almost naked made his cock painfully hard. Thank goodness he was
able to block his cock from view or she’d know how much he desired her. Her
luscious, wholesome scent drove him crazy. His fangs had started to extend and
it took all of his power not to shift. He’d never gotten so excited that he’d
lost control before. Sure, if the Colters were chasing him, he’d shift in a
heartbeat, but never had sexual desire driven him into his animal form. Liz was
his mate. No doubt about it.

The bulge in his pants turned
more painful as he debated whether to bust in again and take her. While Dante
may know she was destined to be his mate, his life would be hell if Liz didn’t
accept him. Right now, he needed to be patient.

A crash sounded inside the
bathroom and he instantly pictured her sprawled on the shower floor, hurt and
afraid. His protective instincts took over and he darted inside.

His fangs extended and the
hair on the back of his hands poked through his skin. By the high moon above,
the sight made his heart stop. Time slowed as he took in her glorious ass
pressed against the glass shower door with legs spread wide. Pre-cum oozed out
the top of his cock.

She stood upright and spun
around. Eyes wide she covered her naked pussy with her bagged hand, but failed
to completely to cover her breasts with her remaining arm.

Say
something you idiot.
“I
heard a crash. I thought maybe you’d fallen.” He sounded like he was ten. While
he didn’t need to give her a reason for barging in, the now scowling face made
him explain.

“I dropped the soap. That’s
all.”

A gentleman would perhaps
blush, give a profuse apology, and turn around. But he was no gentleman. It was
like some tractor beam was pulling him toward her and not even the moon above
could prevent them from mating.

“I see you need help.” He
toed off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans. The relief was immediate but
temporary.

“What are you doing?” While
he didn’t like her haughty tone, her lack of disgust or fear prompted him to
continue.

“Like I said, sugar. You only
have one hand and seemed to be struggling. The Field brothers are an all
service operation.”

Her hand attempting to cover
her breasts lowered a little and a pretty pink nipple peaked out. Damn, but the
woman was testing him to the limits. Given she wasn’t screaming for him to leave,
he figured that was a yes. He ditched his shirt and dropped it on the floor
with the rest of his clothes. Not taking his gaze off her, he took three
strides to the shower door and pulled it open.

“You can’t come in here.”

He wasn’t sure how she was
going to stop him. “It looks like only half your hair is soaped up.”

“I only have one hand.” Her
chin notched up defiantly.

His cock thickened thinking
about taming this one. Once Trax got a hold of her, she’d learn that submission
was the only way to go. His brother needed to control everything. It was in his
genes.

Dante stepped around her. The
stall was eight feet by five feet and could fit an army in here. Trax had
designed the space saying he needed a place to be alone and think. That made
little sense as he’d installed two showerheads.

Dante picked up the stool from
the far corner and placed it in the middle of the shower. While he’d never
shampooed a woman’s hair before, he was going to love doing hers. “Have a seat
and let Uncle Dante take care of you.”

“Uncles do not have boners.”

He cracked up. “My
boner
is not my fault.” She’d have to
learn to say cock and love it.

She seemed to understand that
he wasn’t going anywhere and sat down, her back to him. Dante removed the
bottle from her hands and it nearly slipped out of his grasp. After a quick
rinse, he poured a small amount in his palm then massaged the liquid into her
hair. He tried to be gentle. After all, this woman had been through a lot, but
when her silky blonde hair caressed his fingers, his cock throbbed and his
fingers tensed.

This wasn’t good.
Concentrate
. He didn’t like how his
animal instincts were trying to take over his mind. She moaned, a good kind of
sound, like she enjoyed having his hands on her. Or perhaps she was picturing
his fingers plucking her nipples. His balls squeezed tight at the thought. As
he worked up lather, her arm dropped to her lap exposing the most perfect
breasts he’d ever seen. He almost wanted to howl at how her nipples puckered,
and his imagination ran wild. He closed his eyes as he continued to shampoo her
hair. He saw himself drawing that delicate pink nub into his mouth and swirling
the tip with his tongue. Then he pictured tugging and pulling the nipple until
she groaned even louder.

“Ouch!”

That jerked him out of his
reverie. “What?”

“You yanked my hair.”

Christ
. “Sorry.” Since her hair was already
white with suds, he needed to rinse her. He pulled the handheld head from the
wall and realized the dilemma. “You’ll need to stand up, face me, and bend over
to avoid getting the suds in your eyes.”

He wanted to impale her sweet
pussy so badly that he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from pulling
her to a stand and fucking her.

She slowly lifted up. He
immediately moved the seat behind him.
Turn
around.

He’d give her three seconds
to face him. If she didn’t, his heat-seeking missile of a cock was going to find
its target and claim her.

Chapter Six

Conflict ripped through Liz.
The moment Dante had burst through the bathroom door with fear crisscrossing
his face, she wanted to erase every worry line. No one she knew would have
rushed in to help.

Her mother would have
insisted she leave their house, but Liz was tired of boring sex with guys who
politely asked her permission for everything. None of the men she’d been with
had elicited a spark like this, and it was about damned time to try something
different.
Perhaps the near death
experience had her willing to embrace life.

It wouldn’t take much to
excite her. Hell, she’d never showered with a guy before and that experience
alone had her yearning for sex. When she saw the size of Dante’s cock, she’d
known for
sure nothing that big had
ever entered
her, and she
wasn’t even sure it would fit, but something deep inside urged her to try.

His command for her to face
him registered. He’d seen her bare pussy and her tits, so what was her problem?
If she allowed him to finish washing her, it meant she was basically saying yes
to having sex with him. No doubt the experience would be amazing.

You
want this and you want him to take control.

The second his fingers
reached around and palmed her tits, her body swooned. She longed for him to
tease her nipples and slip a finger into her pussy, but the soap dripping close
to her eyes made the choice for her.

“I need a rinse.” She was
proud of the fact she sounded so freaking practical—so not her usual MO.

Dante turned her to face him.
She swore he gasped as he lowered her shoulders, but he was too quick for her
to study his face. Warm water cascaded over the back of her head, and while she
appreciated how he shuffled his fingers over her scalp to get rid of the soap,
she unfortunately had to close her lids to prevent getting any liquid in her
eyes instead of taking a better look at his cock.

The compulsion to grab him
surprised her, but she held her bandaged hand off to the side and used her good
hand to support herself, rendering her ability to touch him impractical if not
next to impossible.

Her mouth watered as she
imagined herself swiping her
tongue up and down his length.

“Stand.”

The sound of him fumbling to
get the head back on the wall almost implied he was a bit nervous. Here she
thought he was the overly confident one. Dante lifted her wet hair as she
stood, and then flipped it behind her. She opened her eyes and his penetrating
gaze drew her in. Her lips seemed to open on their own and he was on her in a
flash.

She didn’t know what shocked
her more. The fact that the cock snuggling against her belly was as hard as the
plains of his rippled chest, or the way he captured her mouth with such
fierceness that it nearly stole her breath. Here was a man who took what he wanted
and that excited her to no end.

She wanted to study every
ripple of his body, but his
exquisite
taste detracted her
. The
pizza sauce and beer blended into a strong masculine tang that turned her on.
His tongue darted and twisted around hers, jousting for position. With her good
hand, she pulled him close and a low growl emanated from his chest.

He pulled away first. “Sugar,
you are driving me crazy.”

As much as she wanted to act
coy and say they didn’t know each other well enough to have wild monkey sex in
the shower, the words wouldn’t form. Her pussy’s rippling contractions caused
her juices to drip. Thank God, he couldn’t tell with the water sluicing down
her belly.

His hands slipped to her
tits. “I love these.”

Her hand grabbed his large
and throbbing cock. He instantly removed her fingers. She hated unfairness. “What’s
wrong? You can touch me, but I can’t touch you?”

He lowered his head and
nibbled on her neck, almost as if he was preparing the surface to bite her. The
image of a werewolf’s fangs sinking into her neck raced through her mind, but
she pushed it aside. Now it was her turn to lean back.

Dante’s eyes glistened. “You
aren’t very experienced, are you?” His tone held some humor or she might have
punched him in the chest.

She stuck out her tits. “I’m
not a virgin.”

“You act like one.” His
lopsided grin dimpled his cheeks.

“How?”

“Grabbing a man’s cock when
he wants something really bad may result in a premature eruption.”

“Oh, yeah?” She’d like to
test his resolve. When she reached out to touch the base, he caught her wrist
so fast, her pulse raced.

“Don’t make me spank you.”

Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”
Having him discipline her might be exciting. Its forbidden nature sent tremors
up her spine.