Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3] (21 page)

Heightened by her lack of
vision, what happened next defied
description.
Dirk
placed a palm on her belly and sucked her nipple while Clay climbed between her
legs and licked her. The double assault sent her mind screaming. Her moan came
out too loud, but it seemed to signal they should increase the pressure and
frequency. Their tongues probed and strummed across her most sensitive nerves,
but when Clay drew her clit into his mouth, she bucked her hips and dropped
back her head.

“Clay, I don’t think she’s
going to last, and we haven’t even begun.”

Begun?
How long could a woman remain unaffected
under this kind of assault? Maybe with experience came control, but right now,
she had none.

“Let’s distract her another
way,” Dirk said.

They were talking crazy here.
In seconds, they undid her leg straps and flipped her over. Her wrists were
tied and secured to the wall, but she was still comfortable. The bed dipped at
the end. A few seconds later, the scent of strawberry lube filled the air.

“Get her on her elbows and
knees.”

Dirk slid to the side and
lifted her into position. Her ass faced Clay. She clenched her rear
anticipating what came next. In her mind, having sex in her ass would be the
final step in losing her virginity.

The true leap would be making
love to both of them at the same time. Trepidation mixed with joy. The unknown
always petrified her, but making the journey with them would be wonderful.

Clay touched her rear with what
felt like another plug.

“We need to get you used to
having a cock in your ass and one in your pussy. This is a little bigger dildo
than the tiny plug we used before.”

Tiny
plug?
That thing had
been huge. Her stomach and her rear both tightened.

“Dirk, our virgin can’t stop
clenching. I’ll never get this thing inside her.”

“Hold her down then, and let
me at her.”

The words went in and out of
her brain. The first blow shocked more than pained. She bit her lip to keep
from cursing. The second smack hurt. Pulses spread out across her rear and
another blow might force her to call a halt to this cruel punishment. Only her
father had spanked her, and that was maybe fifteen years ago.

The third hit knocked the
breath from her lungs. As she opened her mouth to call a halt like she had
before, her lower body went wild, gushing and contracting.
Oh, my
. She held still waiting for another strike to send erotic
lust to her veins.

“You
feelin
’
the warmth, sugar?”

Was that what that was
called? “Yes, sir.”

He rubbed her rear. “You’re
such a good girl. Now relax those pretty cheeks and let me love you with this
dildo.”

The head pressed against her
butthole, and she tightened her jaw to force her ass from clamping down on the
object. The bed dipped in front of her, and Dirk’s palms caressed her breasts.

“Take it easy, sweetheart and
let us love you.”

His tender words helped.
Fingers and thumbs twisted both nipples as Clay pressed the huge head past her
muscled ring. Her heart hammered at the invasion of something so large entering
her, but as soon as the fake cock hit nerves she never knew existed, total
bliss spread straight to her center.

She gulped in air as he
worked the dildo in and out of her. Clay slid his free hand under her belly and
slipped a finger into her wet opening. The deep craving startled her in its
intensity. She released a loud moan.

“I think she likes it, Clay.
Keep pushing.”

Wicked flames danced up her
spine and ignited carnal lust so strong she barely was able to handle the
passion. Her breaths came out so fast she became a little light-headed. He
twisted and pressed until the hard tip reached the end.

Clay tapped her butt. “I want
to play with her pussy. Let’s get her on her back.”

Ah,
a dream
come
true. Dirk and Clay flipped her again. Mouths and fingers
descended. Both men licked, plucked, and rubbed every sensitive part of her
until she caught fire. A storm that would fell a village swamped her. If only
she had the use of her hands, she would have dug her nails into Dirk’s skin.

“Dirk, I can’t wait any
longer.” Clay scraped his too sharp nails along her belly. “Flip her.”

Good thing they’d blindfolded
her. Seeing him shift in front of her might be too much.

The rope connecting her
wrists to the wall disappeared, but her hands remained bound.

Clay placed his hands on her
rear. “I need to replace this little thing with something a lot bigger and more
human.”

Her inner walls fluttered in
anticipation. He tapped her rear, and she forced her body to relax as he
twisted and tugged on the dildo. It came out with a pop. The vacancy
disappointed her, but Clay’s cock would be so much better.

He removed her blindfold and
then leaned over her back. “We want you to see the ecstasy in Dirk’s eyes when
he marks you. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Lube wafted toward her, and a
second later, Clay grabbed her hips and pressed the head of his cock to her
hole. Involuntary spasms made her clench.

“Do you need another
spanking, sugar?”

As much as she liked the
aftereffect of the pain, she needed his cock now—before she lost her
courage. “No, sir.”

“Good girl.”

Dirk knelt in front of her
and once more played with her tits. He pressed their fullness together and
thumbed her nipples. Sparks of heated joy bubbled down her spine. Embracing the
fiery currents racing through her, Clay pressed his cock into her butthole.
Holy mother of God.
The man was huge. Her stomach caved and her breath caught.

“Easy there.” With one hand,
he rubbed her back and with the other he clasped onto her neck and prevented
her from flying forward as he eased into her.

Had it not been for Dirk’s
sensitive rubbing, she might have said the safe word. Never had she been so
filled up. The plug and the dildo were nothing compared to his cock. With each
stroke, Clay’s in and out movements grew larger and more forceful. Her back
channel stretched and throbbed until a miracle happened. Once her body became
accustomed to the pressure and friction, small electric charges of desire
jetted outward. Not only did her ass vibrate,
but
spasms rolled down her inner wall. She pressed down on his cock and he gasped.

“Don’t do that, sugar. Dirk,
help me lean her back.”

Her mind fogged at that
instruction. Clay held her hips as he stretched his legs alongside her. Her
shoulders lifted and she tumbled back until she landed against his chest.

“Sweet Lord in heaven.”
Clay’s cock dug in so deep she glanced down to see if the tip had come through
her belly.

“Feel good, sugar?”

She swallowed to speak. “Give
me a minute, sir.”

Dirk didn’t seem to want to
wait because he pulled her legs forward and placed her feet on the bed.

“Let me at your pussy.”

She couldn’t take any more
stimulation. If he touched her, she would explode. Dirk lay on his stomach and
using his elbows, muscled his way close, spreading her legs wide. Clay tugged
on her elbows, stretching her nipples and making them pucker.

He wasn’t moving, probably to
give her a rest before Dirk impaled her. When Dirk circled her clit with his
finger, she flinched and her muscles convulsed. She was so close to coming.

Stay
strong
.

Suddenly, Dirk dove in, his
tongue lapping up her juices. Two fingers probed her. His thumbs wiggled and pressed
on her clit. Bolts of electricity shot up and down her spine and her breaths
came out as pants. Lust licked her insides.

“Hurry, sir.” She was unable
to keep quiet.

Dirk pulled back and rose to
one knee while he planted his other foot outside her leg. One hand held his
cock and the other pinched her nipple. She ground her teeth to keep from
jumping off the ledge of ecstasy.

With one thrust, he impaled
her and stars burst behind her lids. This wasn’t happening. It was too much.
Dirk leaned over and kissed her, and the tension seeped out of her.

“I love you, Elena Sanchez.”

“I love you, too, Dirk
Tilton.”

Dirk eased out, but this time
when he went back in, he drove in. Her wrists might have been bound, but she
placed her hands on Dirk’s head to steady
herself
.
Clay clasped her hips tightly and lifted her. Probably because they telepathed
their next move, they moved in and out together, filling her up with each
seesaw motion.

The euphoria built, but she
wanted it faster and harder. Pressing on her feet, she tried to lift up, but
Clay held her still.

“Let us love you, sugar.”

She nodded.

Dirk lowered his head and
captured a nipple in his mouth. When Clay slid a hand down her belly and
pressed on her clit, her world spun out of control. Nothing could stop the
orgasmic train. Shudders wracked her and the dam broke. Someone’s cry rent the
air. It might have been hers.

At once, two sets of fangs sank
into her neck and she lost control. Wave after wave of glorious bliss drove
into her. Clay’s fingers dug hard into her hips, and his hot cum shot into her
ass. Dirk’s cock expanded and he licked her neck as more semen filled her.

The bites, the sex, the
loving words came back. These men belonged to her. She couldn’t ask for more.

Chapter Sixteen

Six weeks later

The winter threatening to
blanket Florida in cold air thankfully never materialized. It was late February
and as close to balmy as one could get. Liz Wharton had organized a dinner
party at the Ocean Breeze restaurant on the beach and had invited many of the
Pack members. Ever since Trax and Dante had installed the security system in
the place, they’d become friends with the owners. According to Clay, reserving
the coveted top floor of the restaurant on short notice was unheard of. The
fact the owners were also werewolves helped.

If the people of Gulfside
ever learned the true nature of some of the town leaders, they might freak.
Elena, however, couldn’t be happier. Her joy continued to escalate with each
call home. While her parents weren’t rushing to make reservations to fly to
Florida to meet Clay and Dirk, they’d become more accepting. Losing her
virginity before marriage had been a low hurdle compared to the concept of her
loving two men. She totally understood their hesitation. Patience was the key.

“Excuse me.” Clay tapped his
glass with his fork.

Only nineteen of the twenty-one
guests were present, including her new close friends, Liz and Chelsea. Neither
Liz’s two men nor Clay would say who was missing.

His eyes lit up as he faced
two newcomers. “I see our final guests have shown up.”

A tall, broad shouldered man
with thick, silver hair entered with a petite Asian woman, delicately dressed
in a silk blouse and thin, black pants. Elena leaned toward Dirk. “Who are
they?”

“The general and his wife.”

“Ah, the infamous general.”

“His wife bought your first
set of clothes, and she also was responsible for taking care of all the girls
we found in Hood’s grasp.”

Her heart softened. “They’ve
never come to a party before.” At least, none she’d attended.

“They don’t socialize often.”

So why now?
A few of the men stood and spoke with
the general. His wife smiled and sat, not overtly engaging in conversation.
When the time was appropriate, Elena wanted to thank her.

Once the group settled, Clay
tapped his glass again and stood. This time Dirk stood alongside him. She
looked up at her amazing men still in awe they were her mates.

“I want to thank Liz for
organizing this get together to celebrate our good fortune,” Clay said.

Hood was already in jail, and
the human trafficking operation was all but shut down. No one questioned it
would spring back to life someday. For now, the women were safe—all
except those already sold. Her heart ached for Cheryl Johnson. No word had been
heard of her location, but Sam and Brandon assured her they were working hard
to find her.

Clay cleared his throat. “As
you know, the world works in strange ways. Had it not been for a few of our
more nefarious gangsters, Liz, Chelsea, and Elena would not have come into our
lives.” He held up his glass in a toast.

After a round of clinking
glasses, he continued. “As you know, Elena was on her way to Costa Rica when
Hood’s men kidnapped her. Her luggage and purse were taken and never found.” He
reached into his back pocket and retrieved an item he kept by his side. “While
she’s been able to replace her driver’s license, credit cards, and other
important items, her most valuable possession remained lost.” He faced her.
“Today, this came in the mail.”