Training Their Mate [Pack Wars-Book 1] (8 page)

“You’d like the way I spank
you.” He chuckled. “And you sure as hell will love it when Trax does.”

“Trax will never see my bare
ass.” She responded abruptly, but the idea stopped her short. After a moment
she muttered, “He doesn’t even like me.”

If possible, Dante moved
closer. “Believe me, Trax wants you as much as I do, but he has more self
control. When he does take you, he will dominate you to the likes and depths
you’ve never known.”

“Not if I say no.” His words
rumbled inside her body, and she didn’t know whether to be afraid or gloriously
excited.

Dante grinned. “Trust me.
Once you’re in his arms, the word ‘no’ won’t cross your lips.”

She searched his face to
determine his level of sincerity. Her mom always taught her that a man’s eyes
never lied. “Do you get off watching your brother take a woman?” She held her
breath awaiting his answer.

His thumbs scraped across her
nipples, temporarily distracting her. She should get out of the shower and
dress, but the pull to be with him overwhelmed her.

“Sugar. I don’t watch. I
participate.”

His lips captured hers again.
This time he slipped a hand down her belly and pressed a finger on her clit.
Blasts of need streaked through her. She could no more pull away than she could
give up breathing.

She threaded her fingers
through his hair and explored every inch of his delicious mouth with her
tongue. He pinched a nipple and the erotic sensations electrified every inch of
her body. When he dipped two fingers into her creaming hole and swirled them
around, he also strummed her clit with his thumb, and her climax slammed
through her so fast her knees buckled.
This
time, she broke the kiss and growled—a growl that didn’t sound human to
her ears.

He dragged his mouth to her
neck and picked her up. “The shower’s taking too long. I can’t wait any longer.”

Somehow he managed to open
the door and not slip as he almost ran into Trax’s bedroom. He placed her on
the bed and climbed on top.

“We’re wet.”

“I know.” His knees spread
her legs wide, and her body pulsed at the total vulnerability. “I envisioned
taking my time, but I want you too much.” His heavy lids lowered and his mouth
was on her tit before she could take a breath. The moment he pulled the tip
taut, the ache burst into wonderment. He plucked the other hardened nub causing
her back to arch.

She clasped onto his shoulder
and his bunched muscles flexed. If she could have reached his cock, she would
have taken hold whether he wanted her to or not. The need to feel every peak
and valley of his chiseled body took over, and she ran her hand as far down his
back as she could. His head bobbed as he tortured her nipple with pleasure.
Each pluck sent a shard of pain tumbling straight to her core catching her by
surprise. She would have stopped him, but before she could voice her concern,
the ache turned once more into blissful pleasure. These thrills were so new to
her she hadn’t appreciated how quickly the sharp spikes of pain could turn into
swirls of lustful ecstasy.

Just when her nipple began to
ache, he moved to the other side. “You are so gorgeous. The perfect size, the
perfect shape, the perfect… aw hell. You’re just damned perfect.”

He groaned with the next tug
as if sucking her nipples excited him more than it did her. He lowered his
hands and clasped her waist. As he dragged his body lower, he licked between
her breasts, across her belly button, and stopped at the top of her mons. She
clenched her ass to lift her hips.

He raised his head, his
expression telling her he was clearly aware of what she wanted. “Are you asking
me to fuck you?”

She sucked in a breath. She
might have said no at his crassness, except her body screamed yes. “Do you want
to?” Being bold thrilled her.

“Sugar, once I start, I’ll
pound your pussy so hard, you’ll come more times than you can count. Are you
ready for a real man?”

His bravado made her laugh,
but at the moment, his big man talk helped her relax. “Are you saying you’re up
for the job?”

“I’m a show rather than tell
type of guy.”

He didn’t wait for her
response as he thumbed open her lower lips and dragged one finger against her
pussy. She expected him to press it into her, but all he did was circle the
opening, flicking her sensitive nub over and over again.

“Please.”

“Please what, sugar?”

Was he really going to make
her beg for his cock? Did he get off making her appear weak and needy? Spasms
rolled down her stomach with each swipe. When he replaced his finger with his
tongue, she bucked and arched. She squeezed her lids closed to stop from
watching him eat her, but all that did was heighten the sensations between her
thighs.

Do
not come again
. That
would only give him the upper hand.

She dug her nails into his
shoulder, and his arm snaked out and grabbed her wrist. He pinned her wrist to
the bed almost to prove he could do what he wanted. Somehow he was able to curl
his tongue and thread it into her wet sheath, but the in and out motion only
partially satisfied her. She wanted more. She wanted him.

“Okay, okay. I want you to
fuck me!”

He looked up and grinned.
“Sugar, you have made me the happiest man.”

Instead of taking her right then, he drove her
higher and heated her up to a point where she thought she’d boil over. If only
she had the use of both hands, she’d knead his supple muscles and take him over
the edge with her.

He withdrew his fingers and
crawled up her body placing kisses on her belly until his lips captured one of
her sore nipples again. That one touch ignited her and she gave into her
yearning. Thunderous waves of ecstasy coursed through her as her vaginal walls
clenched and unclenched.
She
dropped her head back and rolled her eyes upward.
A gurgling sound exploded.

“Dante!”

“I’m here, sugar.”

He took her mouth again and
plunged his cock into her with one strong push. Her body shuddered at his
massive size, and she thought he would split her in two.

She must have screamed
because he broke the kiss and pressed his lips to her ear. “Just breathe and
let me love you.”

The tender whispering soaked
into her and helped her release the tension in her muscles. He eased out a
little before plunging in again. He lifted up on his elbows and pinched her
nipples causing tremors to race through her.

Again, she wanted to touch
him, but he held her wrists in one hand. Being captive with his body and his
cock made his touch all the more exciting. When he nipped her chin, she milked
his dick. His breath caught.

Aha
. The power momentarily shifted and she
almost smiled.

He withdrew almost completely
and let the tip of his cock balance at her opening. “Don’t clench again or I
will blast off.”

Wasn’t that what men did?
They took their pleasure and left. Only
Dante wasn’t like other men.

“I need more.”

He kissed her hard and drove
in again. It was as if she’d turned on his switch and he’d turned on hers. The
harder he thrust, the hotter she got. Her pussy gushed its juices, slickening
her walls. Her breaths came out faster and faster as he seemed to consume her.
Pinpricks stabbed her neck, but the sharpness disappeared the moment he dragged
his rough tongue across her shoulder.

“Sugar, I’m close.”

“Me, too,” she managed to
whisper.

All she could think of was
how much she never wanted his cock to leave her body. He ducked his head and
pistoned inside her. The fire he’d started spread over her body as her orgasm
invaded every inch of her. She couldn’t help but milk him one more time.

He groaned and buried his
face in her neck. His hot cum blasted her walls, joining the two of them
together. She didn’t know whose shout sounded louder, but it wasn’t until his
cock stopped pulsating that she thought about Trax being only a few feet
outside the door.

When Dante had released her
wrist she didn’t know, but she was barely able to lift her hand and pat his
back. “Do you think Trax is upset? We kind of made some noise.”

Dante’s hair flopped over his
forehead and he looked adorable. “I’m betting he jacked off to our sounds.”

She wasn’t sure if that was a
good thing or not. “I don’t know if I can look him in the eye.”

He laughed and tucked the
strands of hair that had fallen across her face behind her ear. “Trust me when
I say Trax is the one who will be avoiding eye contact. He’ll want you now even
more.”

She pushed up on her elbows.
“I’ve only slept with one man at a time.”

He tapped her nose. “We
didn’t sleep, sugar. We made love. Don’t worry about hurting my feelings if you
let Trax claim you. In the end, you’ll see how fantastic it can be to have both
of us.” He winked and crawled off the bed. A moment later the water ran in the
bathroom and he returned with a towel to wipe her down. “Why don’t you get into
something comfortable and join us in the living room?”

“You didn’t bring my pajamas.”

“I’m sure Trax won’t mind if
you borrow something to wear. His hips are smaller than mine or else I’d lend
you something.” He strode over to a dresser, pulled open a drawer, and lifted a
pair of dark green flannel drawstring pants. He tugged off the tag and tossed
them to her. “Brand new. Try these on.”

After he strode out, she
clasped the bottoms in her hand, her mind spinning with what just happened.
She’d had the most amazing sex in her life with a generous man and he just
walked out.

Not quite knowing how to
interpret his actions, she decided to follow his instructions. She removed the
plastic around her knees then peeled off the plastic bag. She flexed her hand
to test the pain level and found the injury didn’t hurt as much. That pleased
her.

After donning a clean pair of
underwear, she pulled on the pants.
They
were ridiculously long, but she rolled the cuffs and pulled the drawstring
tight enough so they wouldn’t fall off.

Needing a T-shirt beside the
one she’d worn, which had blood over it, she threw on one of the ones Dante had
brought for her. The problem was that her nipples poked through the light pink
tee. The other shirt was white and would be worse. Since she was already
wearing one of Trax’s bottoms, she might as well avail herself to one of his
black shirts. It wasn’t like she’d come here under her own free will. He could
at least lend her something to wear.

She pulled open the drawer
and picked up, yes, a black T-shirt. The softness surprised her. The intimate
act of routing through his things wasn’t lost on her, but she wasn’t ready to
think about that yet. She slipped the tee over her head. She swam in it, but at
least her nipples didn’t show through, and wearing a bra to bed wasn’t her
favorite thing to do.

Now, to face the beast.

Chapter Seven

Trax wanted to grab his
brother by the front of the shirt and toss him against the wall.
Actually, he would have shifted and fought
Dante wolf to wolf if Liz hadn’t been here.

“What were you thinking?” He
couldn’t let it go. “Her smell is all over you. Are you trying to ruin my
life?”

Dante looked behind him as if
he expected Liz to come out of the bedroom any minute. He turned back around
and shot him his usual smartass grin. “You need to learn to relax. I’ll tell
you, her pussy was divine and her tits sublime.”

Trax wasn’t even aware of
striking his brother in the jaw until pain rippled up his arm. Dante was a
beast. If he ever worked out, he’d be unbeatable.

Dante held up his hands
pissing him off even more. “Got to you, didn’t I?”

“No. You got to her. What
happens after we toss Couch’s butt in jail for life and Liz gets to go back to
her life?”

Dante wagged a finger. “Now
that we’ve connected,
she
won’t wander far. Not if I can help it
.”

He didn’t have the chance to
set his brother straight because the door from his room opened. Trax didn’t
want to take in the sight of her, but with her standing there in his T-shirt
wearing those gaudy bottoms his mom had given him one Christmas, he couldn’t
help himself. His damn cock jumped to attention, and he had to squash the urge
to adjust his balls. No way did he want her to know how much he desired
her—how much she affected him.

She lowered her gaze and that
submissive gesture made it worse. Images of her kneeling in front of him while
he grabbed her blond mane and told her to suck on his cock forced him to walk
back to the kitchen. His need for control even surprised him sometimes. Dante
claimed when that Colter killed their dad he’d assumed the position of man in
the family. At the tender age of fourteen, taking control was his way of
coping.