Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3] (16 page)

She pulled the cookies out of
the oven and inhaled their rich scent. Clay trotted in from his run.

“The place smells fantastic.
Can I have one?”

He reached out to pick up a
hot chocolate chip cookie when she slapped his hand. “Not yet. They need to
cool.”

He removed the pancake turner
from her fingers and placed it on the counter then pulled her close. “When we
get back home, I think someone needs her fanny spanked.”

She laughed and pushed him
away. He was sweaty and smelly. He’d been threatening to tie her up and slap
her butt, but every time he showed her Kurt and Drake’s playroom, Clay decided
she wasn’t ready. “You, mister, need a shower.”

After he kissed her cheek, he
jogged down the hall. Just as she dumped the dishes in the sink, Clay’s cell
rang. From the distinctive tone, it was Dirk. She answered it.

“Hey. I miss you.”

“Sweetheart, hearing your
voice makes me whole.” He sounded in good spirits.

“What’s up?”

“Are you ready to come home?”

She grabbed the counter to
steady herself. “More than you can know.” That sounded like she hadn’t enjoyed
Clay’s company. “That didn’t come out right. At first, it was great—”

He chuckled. “I get it. You
want your freedom.”

“Yeah.”

“We caught Hood’s two right
hand men and six of his henchmen.”

Her body sagged against the
island. “That’s wonderful.” Only without Hood in custody, she’d never really be
safe. “Any sign of Hood?”

“Not yet, but we’ll get him.”

They must have prevented the
men from swallowing those poison pills. “Clay’s in the shower. What should I
tell him?”

“To bring you home so we can
celebrate in style.”

Not only was the news
fantastic,
but
having both of the men to herself
stirred something inside her. “We’ll see you soon.”

“I hope Clay didn’t wear you
out.”

Heat raced up her face. “Di-irk.”

“Just stating a fact.”

“I’ll see you shortly.” Even
after she disconnected, her smile didn’t diminish.

After she washed, dried, and
put the pots and pans away faster than she’d ever cleaned before, she stuffed
the cookies in a baggie. As she rushed down the hallway to pack her bag, Clay
stepped out of his room. All he had on were jeans.

No one deserved to look that
good.

“Dirk called,” she said as
she watched him run a towel over his head.

His hand stilled. “What did
he want?”

She told him the good news.
He dropped the towel and opened his arms. She raced to him. The kiss spoke of a
future, and his hands convinced her she never wanted to leave him. Although there’d
been some challenges these last few days, she’d seen the real Clay Demmers and
she loved him.

“Sugar, as much as I’d like
to make love with you for hours, I think Dirk would like to see you.”

She wanted that, too. “I
missed him.”

“I’m glad.”

She kissed him then scooted
out of his arms. Being ever hopeful, she’d kept her clothes neatly stacked
ready to go. In less than five minutes, she was ready. “Let me get the
cookies.”

Dirk had a sweet tooth, and
she’d enjoy feeding him one cookie after another.

Clay returned dressed with
his gear a minute later. “Say goodbye to Orangeburg.”

She glanced around once more,
and together they headed back to Gulfside.

Clay called Dirk on the drive
home, put the call on speaker, and asked for more details. In the raid, three
other girls had been recovered. They were spending a few days recuperating at
the general’s home before returning home.

“Have Sam
and Brandon found out anything about Cheryl?” she asked Dirk.

“They’re getting close,
sweetheart. Don’t worry. They’ll find her.”

That wasn’t much of an
answer, but she appreciated they were devoting every day to the search. She
thanked God each night she’d been rescued by two such wonderful men.

During the last part of the drive,
she brought up the subject of her freedom. “Do you think I could get a job and
be relatively safe?”

“I believe with the human
trafficking part basically shut down, you’ll be good.”

“You think I’ll be safe from
Hood?”

He glanced over at her.
“We’ll see. If you don’t go out at night or walk down dark alleys by yourself,
you should be okay.”

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When they pulled in front of
his house, Dirk raced outside and picked her up. He spun her around. “Let’s get
you inside. I have plans for you.”

She leaned close. “You just
want me naked.”

He cocked a brow and glanced
over at Clay who was retrieving the suitcases from the back of his SUV. “What
have you done with my virgin mate?”

“He’s been keeping me busy.”
Hand in hand, she and Dirk climbed the steps and entered the house. The fresh
scent of pine permeated the air. “Someone’s been cleaning.”

“I wanted the place nice for
you.”

“Thanks.” She stood on her tiptoes
and kissed his cheek.

Dirk drew her in his arms and
tenderly kissed her. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“You or your cock?” There.
She’d said that word out loud. It felt good. She was a new woman now. Free. These
last few days with Clay had emboldened her. She glanced to heaven and prayed
her grandmother wasn’t looking down at her. If she
was
,
she’d be screaming for the angels to whisk her away before the devil got his
hands on her.

“Both?”

She loved how it came out as
a question.

“Let her rest, Dirk.”

Dirk ran a knuckle down her
cheek. “Has Clay been working you out too hard?”

“No. He’s being possessive.”

Dirk cupped her face and
kissed her. The moment their tongues touched, his claws half extended and his
bones cracked. He lowered his arms and stepped back.

“Can you tell I need you?”

“Yes, but can you control
your wolf side?”

“I hope like hell I can. Lore
has it when a man meets his mate, once they’ve consummated the relationship,
these outbursts diminish.”

She smiled. “I’ve been gone,
so maybe the longing has increased.”

Dirk swept her off her feet
and carried her down the hallway. The refrigerator door banged shut and feet
pounded behind them. Dirk led her into his room and placed her on the bed.

He didn’t turn around. “Get
the goods, Clay.”

Her gaze didn’t leave Dirk’s
face. Searching and chasing after the likes of Hood seemed to have taken a toll
on him. His unshaven face wasn’t a result of any transformation from human to
wolf. His eyes looked strained and his cheeks thinner. She’d have to cook him a
big meal tonight, and hoped with enough tender love, he’d begin to heal.

She sat up, tossed off her
sneakers, and curled her feet under her. “Before Clay comes back, can I suck on
your cock?”

He burst out laughing.

Clay trotted in with not only
a rope,
but
a box and something else. “What’s so
funny?”

He faced Clay. “You really
lost control in that beach house didn’t you?”

He strode forward, velvet tie
in hand. “What makes you think that?” His blue eyes searched Dirk’s face.

“Our woman is too bold.”

Clay kicked off his boots,
shucked his shirt, and stepped out of his pants. “I say we rectify that.”

If both men hadn’t had grins
on their faces, she might have been scared. “Remember, I’m a vulnerable woman
who’s been through a lot.” If she pouted perhaps she’d get to be in charge.

Clay lifted her shirt and
tossed it on the floor while Dirk undid her jeans and tugged them off as if
they’d die if they had to wait another minute. In seconds, she was down to her
panties and bra.

Clay crawled on the bed,
divinely naked. “This bra has to go.” He straddled her, his knees positioned
over her hips. With a quick snap, he undid the hook, but he used his teeth to
lower the straps over her shoulders.

“Hurry, Clay,” Dirk said.

Clay gave him the finger as Clay
licked the skin above the edge of her bra. Ripples of lust pricked her skin.

Using his teeth, Clay dragged
the cups over her tits. Dirk climbed on the bed on the other side after
discarding his clothes and threading the other strap over her arm. His mouth
caught the nipple in between his teeth and the double sensation stole her
breath. She dropped her head back as his textured tongue made love to her tit.

She lifted her hands to enjoy
their thick hair. Clay took her bra off, discarded it, and bound her wrists
with the soft velvet preventing her from touching them. Darn. Because he made a
figure eight pattern, the constraint was comfortable and afforded her some
movement.

“The rules are the same.
Starting now, you will obey them.”

She liked when he took over,
but so far he’d been too strict with the no talking rule. However, over the
last few days, she’d found the more things she wasn’t allowed to do, the higher
her sexual experience.

She nodded. At least he
hadn’t insisted on calling her slave. She wasn’t sure when she’d get over her
issue of being held captive, but with time, she’d adjust.

Dirk licked her nipple once
more then moved between her legs.

“I’ve missed your pretty pink
pussy.” He tapped the apex of her thighs.

His dirty talk sent delicious
shivers up her spine, and being with her two men gave her such a wonderful
sense of belonging that she never wanted it to end. She wished she didn’t have
to leave them, but the idea of loving two men at the same time struck her as unnatural,
but perhaps they could change her mind. Her thoughts of impropriety disappeared
when Clay stretched out beside her, leaned over, and smiled.

His thumb caressed her bottom
lip. “I could spend all day kissing you.”

If she’d been permitted to
speak, she would have asked him what day would be best. His lids lowered halfway,
and their breaths mingled seconds before their lips connected. His tongue
hovered above hers for a moment before he cupped her cheeks and dove in. Her
back arched and her arms jerked, forgetting she couldn’t touch him. Her
helplessness made her nipples pucker.

His tongue sparred with hers.
He twisted around hers as if the more contact the better, then rimmed the edge
of her teeth and groaned. Her pulse soared as Clay scooted closer. He lowered
one hand and placed it on her breast. They both came up for air at the same
time.

“You are amazing,” he said.

She smiled.
You’re amazing, too.
And
wonderful.

Dirk groaned as if Clay’s
sweet talk was too much. He opened her lower lips and thumbed her clit, that
wonderful bundle of nerves that seemed to be the center of her delight. When
Dirk licked her moist opening then eased his tongue into her hole, her mind
blanked. Clay pinched a nipple and nabbed her bottom lip with his teeth. This
triple assault was too much.

What had she been thinking
desiring four hands, two mouths, and two cocks? And how would she ever live
without this when it was over?

Dirk leaned to the side and
plunged a finger into her. Chaos rained down and her body
spasmed
.
They’d been in bed no more than five minutes and yet she was already a
quivering mass of desire. This wasn’t good.

She might not be able to
follow Clay’s rule of not climaxing. He slid lower, nipped one of her nipples
with his teeth and rolled the other one between his fingers. Electric shocks
radiated down the sides of her breasts. She fought to keep focused on his
actions, but she was derailed when Dirk pressed two more fingers into her and
swirled them around. He curled the tips and banged that sweet spot over and
over again. Her tight sheath squeezed them tight.

Dirk withdrew his fingers at
the same time Clay rolled to the side. He rubbed her belly. “We need to turn
you over.”

She failed to figure out
their plan. What they’d been doing had been divine.

They must have communicated
silently because in unison they flipped her over and positioned her on her
elbows and knees. Clay untied the rope from the headboard but not from her
wrists. As much as she enjoyed Clay getting on top of her during sex, she
wondered what he had in mind this time. Two days ago, he’d slipped into her
from behind and she’d loved it.

A citrusy smell permeated the
air. She glanced behind her at Clay and pinched her brows. She knew what lube
was but didn’t know they had plans for her in that way.

“It’s just something to ease the
way.” He placed a comforting hand on her rear. “I need to stretch you out
before I enjoy your delicious ass.” He smeared the cool goo on her back hole.
She clenched. He tapped her butt. “Don’t do that, sugar, or I’ll have to spank
you for real.”