Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3] (7 page)

This was the moment she’d
thought about forever. She was going to have sex. She prayed she wasn’t making
a mistake. At this moment, it didn’t feel like one.

His palm made small circles
on her back, starting at her shoulders and working his way along her spine. The
pressure slowly increased, and by the time he reached her rear, the tension in
her body had eased.

When his lips traced a path
across her shoulder blade and down her back, she wanted his skin to touch hers.

“Can I take off my top?”

He chuckled and the sound
resonated deep within her. “Sweetheart, you never have to ask if you can get
naked.”

Well, she hadn’t asked to get
naked, just to take off her top, but once she decided she wanted to lose her
virginity to Dirk, she might as well go all the way. “Can you help me?”

He groaned. “You’re testing
my control.”

That made her smile. “Sorry.”

He laughed and she swore her
tits pebbled from the delightful rumble. The bed dipped and he slid her pants
over her hips.

“I said my top.”

He hands stopped. “Are you
sure? Once the top goes, I’ll want to love every inch of you.”

She wanted that, too. “Okay.”
She squeezed her eyes shut.
Please God, I
am heartily sorry, for I am about to sin.

He tugged on her pants again
and the cool air kissed her rear. She clenched her cheeks, not because of the
chill but because the potential act of making love to him excited her. This was
a new path she’d chosen to go down.

“Lift your hips.”

She obliged and the bottoms
slipped off. He maneuvered his way to the side, and his callused fingers captured
the bottom of her shirt. The material bunched when the T-shirt hit her tits, and
she lifted on her elbows to give him more room.

He tugged the shirt over her
head and removed it. She was about to lie back down when his palm cupped her
breast. Streaks of sizzling pleasure cascaded down the sides. Heat raced up her
face at the intimate act.

“You are so beautiful.”

Those words seeped deep
within her and helped settle any remaining nerves. His fingers worked her
nipples and caused her pulse to jack up again. All sorts of explosions ignited
different parts of her body. So many spots blazed, she found it hard to
concentrate on just one sensation. He’d said to let go and feel, and she wanted
to, but it wasn’t easy to forget all the Catholic rules.

Stop
changing your mind
.
Go for it.

Elena rolled onto her back
and opened her eyes. Dirk looked down at her and smiled. Before she could think
of something pithy to say, his mouth captured a nipple. She sucked in a breath
and arched her back at the incredible intensity.

It’s
wrong.

But
it feels so right.

“Shut up.”

Dirk stopped. “I didn’t say
anything.”

Oh,
God
. Had she? “It was
nothing.”

He dipped his head again and
she slowly eased out a breath. His rough tongue almost tickled, and yet she
yearned for that tongue to explore so much more of her. How her vagina got in
the act, she didn’t know, but right now, she didn’t care.

One palm rubbed her stomach
while the other kneaded her breast. She should have turned off the light so he
wouldn’t see her slight belly bulge.
Too late
.
Even blind, his fingers would discover all her
flaws.

He circled the nipple then
sucked on the tip, acting as if he loved every bit of her. His touch wasn’t
enough to hurt but enough to show her what his loving could do. As he worked
the tip, the nipple swelled, and the pressure turned painful. She was about to
ask him to stop when the strangest sensation coursed through her. Spikes of
need warmed her and headed down her belly, landing between her legs.

“That feels good.” She wished
she could have done a better job at articulating exactly how his actions
affected her body, but she’d never talked about sex with a man.

As much as she loved being
the recipient, she wanted to touch Dirk like he was touching her. Men loved
blow jobs
. She slid her fingers down his face. The bristles
seemed harder than a normal man’s—
more manly
. He
leaned into her palm and kissed it, and her heart thrilled. He lifted his head
and captured her mouth. The connection between them intensified, pulling her so
close that their chests molded together, and their breaths matched in speed.

All reason vanished. She had
to have him. He swiped his tongue against the seam of her lips, and she gave
him entrance. Tentative at first, she dipped her tongue into his mouth, and he
let her lead. He tasted of tomatoes and beer, a combination that was so
masculine she delved in for more. As she became the aggressor, Dirk groaned.
His lids closed and the fire in his kiss nearly undid her.

He leaned back. “What you do
to me. I’m not sure how long I can last.”

The next kiss barely made a
seal. When he pulled back, their lips remained connected as if he never wanted
them to part.

His desperate words finally
registered. If touching her overwhelmed him, maybe he wanted her to enjoy him.
“Do you want me to lick your member?”

He jerked. “Have you ever
done that before?”

He didn’t have to look that
shocked. “Yes, but the last man I was with thrust it in my mouth, and it wasn’t
very nice.” That was the man she dated after her boyfriend dumped her.

Dirk ran his thumb over her
lips. “I would never do that. In fact, I promise not to move, but I can only grant
you a few licks.”

She smiled. “Then I’ll make
them good ones.” She thought she heard bones crack like the sound Clay’s body
had made before he turned into a wolf. “You aren’t going to shift on me, are
you?” Trepidation raced up her spine.

“I hope not.”

She glanced to his attire.
“You need to get out of those pajama bottoms.”

He cocked a brow. “Do you
want to help?”

She swallowed. Undressing a
man was an intimate act. Whether she took off his pajamas or he removed them
himself, the result would be the same. He’d be naked. “Yes.”

It took a few seconds to
decide what worked best. “Get on your back.”

“You’re the boss.”

She liked having the control
for a change. For leverage, she straddled him and her vagina immediately
reacted. Impure thoughts slammed into her hard, but she refused to back down
now. She wanted this.

After hooking her thumbs into
his waistband, she tugged the material over his hips, but the stupid pants
caught on his big shaft.

He chuckled. “We have a
problem, I see.”

He wrapped his hands behind
his head.

Be
that way
. She reached in
to lift the material over the obstacle and her knuckles brushed his hot skin.
Her sex sizzled. Getting excited this quickly might cause some frustration on
her part. As fast as she could, she jerked the material down, only to realize his
rear prevented her from removing them.

She turned her head before
she took in all of his assets, not ready to see his big erection.

“Don’t be frightened.”

Now why did he have to say
that? She refused to let her nerves sabotage her. She tapped his hip. “Lift.”

He did and the pajamas slid
down. “
Here.
Let me.”

So
now he helps?
She moved
to the side, and when he tossed them off, her curiosity won out. The gasp
automatically slipped out.
Sweet Jesus
.
His rigid shaft lay flat against his stomach, and second thoughts bombarded
her. “Maybe we should take this sex stuff in stages.”

He laughed. “Sweetheart, you
do my soul good.”

She was uncertain what that
meant.
Here goes
. “Remember, you
promised you wouldn’t move.”

“Not a muscle.” His lips
twitched as if he were fighting a smile.

He lay on his back and closed
his eyes. It might be safe to touch him now. With her index finger she poked
him. Quicker than she could blink he had her wrist in his hand.

“He’s not a toy.” The small
lift to his lips implied he wasn’t mad.

If a finger didn’t work then
maybe her tongue would do the trick. She straddled him again, scooted lower,
and bent over. She licked his length from the base to the tip then licked her
lips. She couldn’t detect any flavor other than a slight hint of salt. His jaw
tensed and the muscles in his pectorals flexed. This was kind of fun.

After a few more licks, she
spotted semen in his slit. She ran her tongue along the slit and let his cum
settle on her taste buds. His flavor was different from the other men’s she’d
tasted. Dirk’s was spicier and not bitter like theirs.

Using a bit more caution this
time, she grabbed his erection and squeezed lightly. His chest expanded as if
he had to work hard to let her continue.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

A combination of a grunt,
grumble, and huff escaped. “You can’t hurt him. Only torture him.”

His voice cracked and she hid
her smile.

Go
for it
.

She inhaled and slid her
mouth over the huge tip. Tightening her lips, she lowered her mouth only to
realize she couldn’t take in but a fraction of him. She dipped a little lower
and gagged. Immediately, she pulled up, a bit angry
at
herself for being so wimpy.

Dirk must have realized her
dilemma because he lowered one arm and rubbed her shoulder. “It’s okay.”

Determined to please him, she
tried again. To prevent his member from hitting the back of her throat, she
swirled her tongue around his length, a sensation she found highly pleasurable.
“Mmm.”

“You’re doing great,
sweetheart.”

Encouraged, she pumped her
hand up and down as she sucked on him. By mistake, she let her teeth touch the
underside of the lip of the head and he squeezed her shoulder.

“That’s enough.”

Uh-oh
. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to
hurt—”

“
Shh
.”
He pulled her shoulders forward until her
belly landed
on his chest. “It’s all good. You did nothing wrong. I was about to explode.”

“Oh.” She had so much to
learn about intimacy. The men she’d tasted hadn’t been so sensitive.

He cupped her face. “I’m
going to love teaching you.”

He drew her bottom lip into
his mouth. She relaxed and found the motion tender and endearing. When he let
go, she arched up. “I want to touch you all over.”

He dropped his head back. “If
you stay away from my cock.” He held up a finger. “And, if you see hair grow or
my fangs extend, slow down.”

That didn’t sound good. “Is
that because you’re excited?”

“More than you can ever
know.”

No man had acted like it took
so much effort to stay in control. The compliment did wonders for her self-esteem.
She sat up and admired his sculpted shoulders, muscled chest, and the perfect
amount of hair across his
pecs
.

She ran a palm across his
chest. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Men aren’t beautiful. We’re
manly.”

She giggled at the way his
chin tucked under. Bolder now, she ran her hands over his rippled abs making
sure to avoid the erection that was now purpled and bouncing. “Avoiding the
danger zone.” She explored lower. “Do you think you could roll over for me?”

“You plan on spanking me?”

She never would have thought
the taciturn man could be this much fun. “Maybe if you misbehave.”

“I can be bad. Very, very
bad.”

He sat up so that their faces
were inches from each other. He stole a quick kiss and turned over forcing her
to get on her knees in the process. Each cheek was perfectly symmetrical and
tight. “Nice.”

From being on his back, his
ass was a little pink. She tapped it.

“You’ll have to put more
force into it if you want see it get red. But note that turnabout is fair
play.”

That was the second reference
to spanking. The concept intrigued her, but she thought it was better to take
one step at a time. She cupped his ass and tightened her fingers.

“Are men’s butts hard because
they work out a lot or is yours super hard because you’re a wolf?”

“If you think I go around
feeling other men’s
asses
, you’re seriously
misinformed.”

She slapped one cheek hard.
“Ouch.” Her palm stung.

His laugh came out as a
rumble. In one twist, he flipped over. “I think it’s time I took over.”

Chapter Five

Before Elena could react,
Dirk flipped her on her back and kissed her forehead.