Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3] (15 page)

Oh!
He fingered her locks
and his tenderness seeped into her.

“When you say that word, I’ll
think of you and give you my utmost respect.”

Her lips trembled upward.
“When you put it that way, I think
brown
is a wonderful safe word.”

“Now that we have that
settled, let’s begin.” He clasped her hand and drew her out of the shower.

“We aren’t finished washing.”

“We’re good enough. I can’t
wait.”

He lifted her into his arms
and her heart hitched. “Whoa.”

He nodded to the towel rack.
“Grab one.”

Uncertain about his
intentions she did as he asked. No man had ever carried her and images of being
truly rescued surfaced again. He stepped into the bedroom, and instead of
placing her on the bed, he continued into the hallway.

“Where are we going?”

He stopped and set her down.
His gaze went through her but the fear she expected never materialized.

Clay placed a finger to her
lips. “I have rules. One is that you don’t talk unless I ask you a question. Is
that understood?”

“Yes.”

He tapped her nose. “Yes,
sir
.”

Long ago, she’d learned to
obey. With anyone else she might have balked, but not with him. Having a safe
word went a long way to squelch her doubts. After her horrendous experience
with being caged, tremors should be cascading over her skin, but instead of
panicking, she wanted to forge ahead and share something wonderful with him.

His gaze raked over her. “Perhaps
I should dry you before I show you the fun room.”

Fun
room?
She wanted to
question him but remembered his rules.

He lifted her arms above her
head. “Keep them there.”

Water trickled down her arms
and across her belly. The hairs stood up and the rivulets tickled, but she
remained still.

He nudged open her thighs and
the intimacy escalated. Her pulse raced as he patted the area between her
thighs.

“I’m going to love pleasuring
you.” His phrase made it sound like they’d been transported to the eighteen
hundreds. She giggled.

“Slave, is that funny?”

Her body tensed and her arms
ached. “Permission to speak, sir?”

He lowered her arms to her
side. “What’s wrong?”

Her throat closed. “Can you
please not call me slave?”

He drew the towel around her
waist and pulled her near. “Fuck. I’m sorry, sugar. I want this to be the best
experience for you. I got carried away and totally ignored what you’ve gone
through.”

He leaned over and nibbled on
her neck. His tiny swirls traced patterns of joy with every swipe.

“That’s okay.” He hadn’t
meant to be insensitive.

“No, it’s not. Your needs
must come first.”

She believed Dirk thought
that, but she was happy that Clay did, too. He dragged the towel from around
her waist and patted her tits dry then slowly rubbed her belly. Goose bumps
skittered up her arms from standing dripping wet on the cold tile.

He draped the towel around
her shoulders. “Change of plans. Come on.” He clasped her hand and led her into
her bedroom. “Let’s jump under the covers and snuggle.”

The sheets would dry
eventually. Maybe later he’d show her his fun room. Clay stepped over to the
bed and yanked down the comforter. He swept her into her arms and tossed her
into the bed.

When she bounced, she
grinned. As a little girl, she loved pillow fights. She picked one up and swung
it. Breaking the rules was going to be fun. “Come and get me.”

He stalked toward her,
grabbed the second pillow, and pounded it. “You are so going down, Sanchez.”

Challenges brought out the
best in her. She swung and he ducked. The bed bounced and she lost her balance.
She landed on her knees, but this gave her a new vantage point. One swing and
she connected with his legs. Clay didn’t budge.

“All right. Time to pay.” He
dropped on top of her and tore the pillow from her fingers. After placing it
under her head, he straddled her.

Her gaze lowered to his erection,
and her inner walls contracted. The need for him scared her.

“Wait here,” he said.

Was he kidding? Her body was
ready to explode and he walked out? Okay, he ran out. Feet pounded on the
hallway floor. A door opened and shut.

He returned within a minute
waving a velvet rope. “I can’t have you touching my cock. I’m so ready I’m
about to shift out of my skin if I don’t have you, but I want to take my time.”

While she’d had her hands
tied during her ordeal, nothing about this adventure reminded her of those
horrible people. She held out her wrists.

He grinned. “You better watch
out, sugar, or I might insist we hole up here for a few months getting to know
each other real well.”

His blue eyes shimmered a
dark shade of yellow and every cell in her body lit up. Faster than she could
count to ten, he had her wrists secured and tied to the headboard. Elena tugged
to test the give. While the velvet didn’t hurt, it also didn’t stretch.

Clay’s fangs protruded and
her belly coiled tight. Seeing his animal side emerge excited her. Her juices
flowed.

“Close your eyes, sugar.”

Not having a blindfold made
following his request easier. His thumbs spread her legs wide, and he licked
her so fast and so hard, she clenched her hands to keep the climax at bay.
Several of her girlfriends had told her they’d never climaxed. To her, that
meant the men they’d slept with weren’t virile and as experienced as Clay or
Dirk.

A deep growl rumbled upward,
and she lifted her lids to watch him squirm. Bones cracked and he placed his
head on her belly. His breaths came out fast as if he struggled to keep
control.

Maybe this was why he had all
those rules and seemed eager for her to follow them. Her wonderings were cut
short when his hand slid up her belly and pinched her nipple. She squeaked out
a groan and tugged on her restraints. The restriction helped release her
building tension, but she yearned to touch him. The feel of his pliable skin
seemed to give her strength.

“Elena, Elena. I could drink
in your sweet honey for hours, but you make me weak.”

The sentiment thrilled her,
but she didn’t fully believe him. Using his elbows, he inched his way upward.
When his lips reached her breasts, he licked one of the tender tips then the
next.

“You are perfect.”

That was what Dirk had said. To
her, she was more fat than fit. She swallowed her self-deprecation and bathed
in his words. Thoughts of love edged their way into her heart. Abandoning her breasts,
he licked his way up to her throat then to her mouth, demanding entrance. She
opened up and dueled with him. When his thumbs skimmed across her nipples, they
puckered and pebbled. She closed her eyes to go deeper into herself. His
seduction caused her stomach to tremble, her tits to yearn for his mouth, and
her arms ached to hold him.

He broke the kiss and pressed
the head of his penis against her opening. The scent of her sex perfumed the
air. She lifted her hips and spread her legs wide. Their union would complete
her. Tomorrow didn’t exist. Only today.

“Please, Clay. Take me.”

Whether her speaking upset
him or not, she couldn’t tell, but his cock slid in partway and halted. At the
quick ache from his penis stretching her walls, her heart thudded against her
chest.

His head dropped to her neck,
and from the way his sharp teeth nearly punctured her skin, she sensed his
animalistic side had taken over. A few seconds later, the edge of his teeth
blunted and the trail of nips turned to kisses. His lips did wonderful things
to her skin and helped release the tension along her spine.

His fingers tightened. “I’m
really going to try to go slow, but I make no promises.” Clay’s words came out
metered.

She nodded and took deep
breaths to control her urge to buck upward. Desperate, she wiggled her hips
side to side.

“You’re asking for it,
sugar.”

Good
. If she was going to go to hell, she
wanted to be on fire as she fell into oblivion. Clay lowered his hands and
grabbed her hips. He thrust into her with one push. Her lids popped open and
electric bolts blasted her. Her inner walls convulsed and fluttered around his
huge erection.

“I love your pussy.”

After that declaration, Clay
seemed to lose control.
He pistoned into her.
With
each thrust, heat built as if giving total control to another freed her. Even
the blood in her veins caught fire. Despite that he’d told her not to move, the
words no longer registered. She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted
her hips, engaging in the carnal bliss with him.

He grunted. Her moans turned
louder as her climax threatened to unleash. She bit her lip to keep the final
orgasm at bay, but his hooded eyes had darkened, and if she watched him
explode, she would, too. She closed her eyes and stars burst behind her lids.

She was the weak one. “I
can’t last.” She breathed, panting.

“Come for me.”

Tears of joy balanced on her
lids at the monumental plea. Her insides involuntarily clamped down on his length,
and she let out a howl. His head lowered and as his hot semen blasted her, the
tsunami-like waves of carnal desire swamped her. Contractions rolled up and
down her body as her orgasm took hold. Her nipples tightened and her mouth
turned dry. She sucked in a life-sustaining breath.

His cry of pleasure died, and
the pulsing in his penis slowed, but he held her tightly, as if he never wanted
to let her go. The sense of safety she experienced in his arms brought her tremendous
relief.

Clay rolled over onto his
back and brought her with him, his member still embedded within her.

He patted her back. “That was
amazing, sugar. That was intense.”

No compliment could have
brought her more joy. “Thank you.”

He kissed her forehead.

“Do you think you can undo me
now?”

His jaw dropped. “Oh, shit.
I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

With a few tugs, the bindings
released and she finally touched his skin. “I’m sorry I became skittish over
the whole
slave
stuff.”

“No worries. We have years to
desensitize you.”

She laughed. “Dirk used the
same phrase.”

He cocked open an eye.
“That’s because it’s true. Neither of us have much experience with virgins.”

“You did okay.”

“I’ll be better next time.
Promise.”

“Technically, I’m not a
virgin.”

He gnawed on her shoulder.
“Technically.”

His cell rang and he groaned.
“That’s Dirk.”

The ring had a different
sound. Her pulse raced. “You think he caught Hood?”

Clay lifted her off him and hopped
off the bed. “Let’s find out.” He picked up the phone and slid his finger
across the bottom of the screen. “
Yo
. Empty? Who? Is
Ramirez talking? Tomorrow morning. Bye.”

She learned very little out
of that conversation. “So?”

“When the team arrived at the
club, the manager had no problem allowing them full access to the back rooms
where you were held.”

Now the word
empty
made sense. “No one was there?”

“No, but on their way out,
they ran into Raymond Ramirez. He’s one of Hood’s right hand men.”

“Did he say anything?”

Clay sat on the bed and
leaned back on his elbows. “Shifters know that being arrested could destroy
their whole organization. Even though technically we’re shifters, too, Ramirez
didn’t want to accidently let out the truth.”

That seemed to be code for
not wanting to be tortured. “What did he do?”

“What most shifters are
taught to do. He swallowed a pill that killed him within minutes.”

She sank back onto the bed.
“We’re no closer than we were before Dirk and his team found him.”

He shook his head. “I’m
afraid not.”

The pieces began to fall into
place. “Am I correct in thinking you wanted to bring me here in case Dirk
stirred up the hornet’s nest, so to speak, and one of them escaped back to
Hood
?” She closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled. “You
thought Hood might believe I’m the cause for his problems because after you
guys bought me, all hell broke loose.”

“Basically.”

“Now what?”

“We keep looking for Mr. John
Hood.”

Chapter Eleven

As much as Elena loved
spending quality time with Clay in the wonderful house across the street from
the pristine Gulf of Mexico, she was still a prisoner. For four days, they took
walks along the shore, shopped, cooked, and made love. Memories grew, but if
she went out on her own, she feared one of Hood’s men would spot her.