Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3] (20 page)

She slid across to the other
side and Dirk climbed in. He cupped her face. “Are you okay?”

“Me? You’re the one who
tangled with those men.”

“We’re good.”

She looked behind her.
“Where’s Clay?”

“Getting your stuff.”

“I guess I can’t stay here
with a broken window.” Not that she wanted to. More of Hood’s men could come.
“I need to call Janice.” Perhaps the Pack would help pay to replace the damage.

He handed her his phone.
“Call her. We asked Kurt to contact someone to board up the window. We’ll get
it repaired tomorrow.”

Janice shouldn’t stay here,
either. Those few hours of reflection were all it took to convince her she was
miserable without her men. Her mom would come around eventually, though their
relationship might never be the same.

She dialed Janice, but it
went to voicemail. She gave her the condensed version of what happened,
including the broken window. “Do you think you could stay somewhere else tonight?”
This really sucked. “The window will be repaired tomorrow. I owe you big time.
Hugs.” She disconnected and handed Dirk the phone.

Clay came out with her
suitcase and one box under his arm. She pushed open the car door. “I’ll help
with the rest.”

Dirk stayed her with a hand.
“I’ll help. You’ve been through enough.” His smile wavered as he scooted out.

Dirk returned and handed her
the burn phone. “Seems you dropped this.”

“I was distracted.”

Dirk smiled and took off.

Clay sat in the back and
clasped her shoulder. “Have you given any thought to what you want to do?”

“Yes. I called my mom.”

“And?”

“I told her the truth. It
didn’t go well, but it could have been worse.”

Dirk glanced over at her.
“What are you going to do?”

She managed a smile. “I want
to be with both of you.”

The drive home took forever,
or so it seemed. No sooner had they stepped inside the living room,
when
Clay’s phone rang. Her shoulders slumped. Living on
this roller coaster sucked.

He mouthed it was the
general. While he listened, she dragged herself to the sofa and collapsed.

Clay faced her and winked.
“Thanks for letting us know.” He gave her
a thumbs
up,
and adrenaline shot through her system.

He disconnected. “Dirk, get
some champagne.”

“What?” She wiped her sweaty
palms on her legs.

“Brandon, Sam and a few other
members of the pack captured Hood.”

Her heart rate spiked. “Yes!”

She jumped up, running straight
into Clay’s open arms. He picked her up and spun her around.

“I say we have a lot to
celebrate.”

“Amen,” she said. “After we
share a drink, I really need a shower.” She scrunched up her nose. “Actually,
both of you kind of smell of blood and could use one, too.”

Dirk popped the cork on the
champagne and poured three glasses. He held up a glass. “To rescuing our virgin
mate.”

The three of them tapped
their glasses. “Again.” Clay smiled.

“For the record, I’m not a
virgin.”

Dirk swiveled his head and
drew his gaze up and down her body. “Show me.”

She laughed. “You two are
bad.”

Clay’s mouth opened. “What?
Werewolves
are
a distrusting breed
.”

In one gulp, she polished off
the glass of bubbly. “You ready to shower with me?” Her gaze bounced between
them.

Neither man finished his
champagne, but both set their glasses down. Clay lifted her into a fireman’s
hold.

“Hey, what is this?”
Head rush extraordinaire!
She lightly
pounded on his back. “Put me down.”

“We’re animals, remember?”

A few seconds later, she was
in the bathroom and finally on her feet. Clay grinned. “We just wanted to show
you who’s in charge.”

Darn
. Here she thought she could suck their
cocks. Then again, if they came too soon, she’d be shortchanged. Maybe they did
have the lock on this lovemaking stuff.

Dirk flung off his shirt.
“Last one in the shower is a rotten egg.”

She laughed so hard her
fingers didn’t work as well as theirs did. By the time she untied her shoes and
stepped out of her pants, the men were naked in the shower. If this
was
how her future would be, she’d gladly embrace it.

Naked, she stepped in between
them. Dirk immediately ran his wet hands over her breasts. “I’ve missed these.”

She clasped his wrists and
moved his hands to his sides. “You had them this morning. Besides, I am more
than tits.”

Clay slid behind her and
dragged a finger into her vagina. “You sure are.”

She swatted their hands away.
“I came in here to get clean.” She laughed, but part of her was serious.

The men removed both
showerheads from the hook on the wall and doused her. She closed her eyes and
covered her face. The stream moved seconds later. Clay poured some shampoo on
her head, while Dirk ran a bar of soap over each nipple, across her chest and
down her belly. Spasms contracted her inner walls.

“Can I wash you?” She didn’t
address this to either man, specifically.

“No,” they said in unison.

Clay leaned closer. “You are
our mate. Get used to it. If you do as we say, I promise you’ll never want to
make love with only one man again.”

That wasn’t true, but she appreciated
his sentiment. “I’ll try. For the next twenty-four hours I’ll do anything you
want.”
You can even blindfold me
.

Dirk stepped closer and
cupped her mound. “Anything?”

“Within reason, sir.”

Dirk looked behind her at
Clay. “I’m liking this. I’m a sir!”

Clay finished shampooing her.
“Face me, Elena, and bend over. I have to rinse you.”

Clay was the one who wanted
to put his cock in her ass. Her rear faced Dirk believing he only liked to play
with her vagina.
Wrong
. He dragged
the bar of soap between her butt cheeks. She jerked, but Clay must have
anticipated her reaction and held her shoulders.

“Sweetheart, remember your
promise and your safe word?”

“Yes.”

She hadn’t minded the butt
plug they’d inserted, and her body relaxed. Dirk slipped two fingers into her
ass, and this time, her body accepted them. As Clay worked on rinsing her hair,
Dirk widened her butthole.

Both men must have
communicated silently because Dirk stepped back as Clay lifted her shoulders.

“Anything else dirty?” Clay
took the soap from Dirk and waved the bar.

She tapped his abs. “Yes,
your chest and your cock.”

He stepped closer, hovering
over her. From the way the spark had gone out of his eyes, she’d overstepped
her bounds. “No talk about touching us is allowed. I think it’s time we teach
you a lesson.”

Chapter Fifteen

Drying one’s body seemed to
be an ancient art for Clay. Dirk forbade her to move while he quickly rubbed
her hair. Clay merely swiped the towel between her legs and said they were
done. Running around wet wasn’t her choice, but their rush was endearing.

Dirk pressed a finger to her
lips and led her into his bedroom. Clay nodded and from there the three of them
entered the hallway. Even if they hadn’t asked her to keep quiet, they wouldn’t
have told her where they were going. With her feet still
damp,
she stepped slowly so she wouldn’t slip on the tile floor.

Dirk leaned over. “Clay
turned one of the spare rooms into a special love nest.”

Ripples of delight shimmered
over her skin. Now that she’d decided to love her men and had broken the news
to her family, she planned to enjoy every second with them.

She stepped in the room and
excitement embraced her—well, kind of. The room was bathed in a soft
amber light. The paddles hanging on the wall, along with some leather strappy
thing frightened her a little. Some items were foreign to her. The vibrator,
however, might bring a new dimension to her life.

On top of the carpeted floor
sat some rubber mats. She guessed they were kneeling pads. Two queen-sized
mattresses were pushed together on the floor in the corner with a ton of
pillows tossed on top. The bed looked mighty comfortable.

“You really went to a lot of
trouble to put this together, sirs.” She hoped it was okay to comment. They had
set the room up for her.

Clay stepped in front of her.
“Nothing is too good for you, little mate.” He brushed the wet hair from her
face. “Beginning now, we will start your training.”

She gulped.
Father, give me strength
.

Dirk stepped over to a
dresser, opened it, and pulled out something black. When he waved it, her heart
raced. Being blindfolded was her worst fear. She closed her eyes willing her
heart to slow.
You trust them
.

Clay led her to the mat.
“Kneel.”

As she contemplated being
with both men, her vagina clenched. Once more, she prayed she was ready for the
sensual journey. Dirk placed the blindfold over her eyes, and instead of
tension strangling every muscle, acceptance embraced her. Dirk’s legs brushed
her thighs as he ran his hands from her shoulders to her wrists. The scent of his
minty soap swirled inside her.

Carefully, he drew her arms
behind her. “We know how much you like to touch us. To prevent you from losing
control, I need to bind your hands. Remember, I’ll stop if you say your safe
word.”

She nodded. The safe word was
far from the tip of her tongue. He wound the soft cloth around her wrists. The
material was tight enough to hold but not enough to be painful.

“Elena,” Clay said. “You have
been an exceptionally brave woman these last few weeks, and we applaud you. I
know how much you love sucking on our cocks. We are granting you a few licks
before your real education begins.”

Yes!

Clay held her chin and placed
his cock on her lips. She tightened her stomach and leaned forward. If she only
had a short time with him, she wanted to make the most of the experience.

Her tongue darted out and
licked him from balls to tip, collecting drops of water along the way. If she’d
had her hands, she would have cupped his balls and squeezed him tight. Now, she’d
have to be content with drawing him in her mouth. He lowered his cock to give
her a better angle. Swirling her tongue around, she bobbed her head, enjoying
his clean taste. He clasped her hair with his free hand and moaned, the sound
giving her great pleasure.

Then he withdrew. “It’s
Dirk’s turn.”

She wasn’t finished playing
with him.

Dirk changed places with
Clay. He stood so close his knees brushed her shoulders. When she licked his
cock, he massaged her cheeks. Care and love radiated from him. She drew him
into her mouth and sucked him hard. His grunts and growls came out more intense
than Clay’s, and less than a minute later, he stopped her. No surprise. He was
the more sensitive of the two.

“Bring her over to the bed,”
Clay said.

Dirk helped her stand then
scooped her up in his arms. Being carried had become her new favorite pastime.

He sat her on the mattress.

“Untie her hands.” The
command came from Dirk.

Once free, they placed her on
her back. Clay stroked her face. His palms had more calluses so telling them
apart was easy. “We need to have total access to your body. We need to open you
up.”

Unable to picture their plan,
she soon found out. Clay grabbed both wrists, and using the soft velvet rope,
secured her wrists over her head to the wall somehow. They repeated the
procedure on her ankles, stretching her wide. Her stomach fluttered and her
pulse raced at the vulnerability. The lack of freedom reminded her of the cage,
but these weren’t Hood’s men. These were her mates.

“You are so beautiful,
Elena.” He stroked her belly.

Clay’s words came tinged with
awe and admiration, and her pelvic muscles relaxed. Both men ran their hands
along her arms and legs, lulling her into complacency. Because she couldn’t
watch them, the plucking of her nipples shocked her.

“Oh, oh.” Immediately, she
pressed her lips together.

“That’s okay, sweetheart.
Moans of pleasure are allowed.”

Thank goodness. Every touch
interrupted her ability to think.

One of them tapped her nose.
“Remember, you must refrain from climaxing, sugar.”

She saw no reason to agree to
that demand. If she came, she’d get her satisfaction and could always come a
second time. They’re being selfish.
Maybe not.
The men
wanted her to stay in control for a reason and denying them wasn’t right. She
nodded.