Training Their Mate [Pack Wars-Book 1] (21 page)

“You can say that again.” She
looked upward hoping her mom was smiling down from heaven and finally at peace.

They rode in silence for ten
minutes. Near downtown, Trax pulled into a residential side street. Lights
shown from inside one of the homes.

“Let’s go get Dante fixed
up.”

When they went inside, the
doctor met them. It was nice to see his friendly face again.

“Ms. Wharton. Perhaps you
wouldn’t mind waiting in the living room while I take care of these men?”

“Sure.” Maybe Trax had
mentioned she’d just been through a trauma and didn’t need to see anything
else. A ton of magazines lined the table and she helped herself to one. It was
less than half an hour when all three returned.

She stood and inspected Trax.
The cuts on him had disappeared. Then she noticed Dante’s eye was no longer
swollen. In fact, the only evidence that either man had even been in a fight
was the bandage on Dante’s arm and the blood all over his clothes.

“How do you look so good?”

Dante smiled. “You never gave
us a chance to explain all of our talents.”

“I guess I freaked when I saw
Trax shift.” Perhaps she should have allowed them to explain.

Dante waved a hand. “It’s all
in the past.” He faced the doctor and handed the man a check. “Thanks.” He
faced her. “While we’re here, do you need to get those stitches out?”

She held up her healed palm.
“Had them removed two days ago. Thanks.”

Trax and Dante each wrapped
an arm around her waist.

“Let’s take our woman home
and show her more of our talents.” Trax smiled.

She leaned her head first
against Trax’s shoulder then Dante’s. “Would you mind if I took a rain check
until tomorrow? I’m still processing what happened.”

Trax laughed once more.
“Babe, did you think we were talking about sex?”

She lightly punched him in
the shoulder. “You know you were talking about sex.”

“I can see your training will
have to be extensive.” He shook his head and frowned.

Liz didn’t miss the way the
corner of his mouth crooked. “I like the way you think.”

Chapter Eighteen

As much as Liz wanted to
enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, Dante had just been shot and she was still
reeling from the whole Couch confrontation.

Trax wrapped an arm around
her and tugged her close. “Let’s get comfy in the bedroom.”

Dante lifted his chin.
“That’s okay. Go ahead, ignore the injured man.”

Trax whispered in her ear.
“Ignore him. He’ll be in his other form anyway. It will allow him to completely
heal.”

She didn’t want to favor one
man over the other. “Do you want to sleep at the end of our bed?” That sounded
strange, but it might be nice to have all of them near.

Dante shook his head. “I’d be
too tempted to take you.”

She believed him. “Until
tomorrow then.”

“I could use a kiss, though.”
Dante came over and gathered her in his arms.

She wrapped her arms around
his neck, opened her mouth, and pressed her lips to his. Having him in her
embrace did wonders for her spirits. When their bodies pressed together and his
cock made a dent in her stomach, her pussy went wild. Their tongues collided
and she drank in his heroic wonder.

Being the more sensible one,
she drew away first. “Good-night and heal fast.” Between his floppy hair and
sexy grin, she wanted to eat him up, but he did need his rest.

“I’ll be dreaming of you,”
Dante said.

Trax pulled her out of
Dante’s embrace. “Let the man have some peace.”

Together they went into Trax’s
room. She halted. “The bed isn’t made.”

He cocked a brow. “I was
asleep when Dante came home to a false message.”

He then told her that he,
Dante, and the other four men took turns watching her all week.

“Oh, my God.” They did love
her. She’d been such a fool. “How about if it had been a month or two before
Couch came?”

“We would have been sleep
deprived.” He cupped her cheek. “I wouldn’t have let him hurt you. He never
would have gotten as far as he did if he hadn’t figured out how to hack Dante’s
phone.” He picked her up. “Let’s get some sleep.”

“I’m still dressed.”

He grinned. “Oh, yeah. Let’s
see what I can do about that.” He set her down and turned her to face him. He lifted
off her T-shirt and tossed it on the floor.

“Who are you? Did that wolf
who scratched you transfer some of his personality?”

He moved in closer. “You mean
because I didn’t fold your shirt?”

“Yeah.”

“Life is too short. I want to
get you into bed and snuggle.” With a quick pinch, he undid the hook on her
bra. “As much as I hate to discard this pretty thing, it’s got to go.” Once
more, he tossed it on top of her tee.

To help with the process, she
kicked off her shoes. The moment her fingers reached her button Trax swatted
her hands away.

“Let me. This is about
enjoying you. Give me that pleasure.”

Her men never ceased to amaze
her. “Be my guest.”

Once he unzipped her pants
and pulled them over her hips, he led her back to the bed. She sat down and he
tugged them off. “For my sanity,” Trax said, “I’ll leave on the panties.”

She smiled. “That’s a good
idea. I really need to sleep.” Tomorrow was made for loving.

He held up a finger. “You
need something to sleep in.”

The shirt he’d tossed on the
floor would be fine, but he went over to his dresser and pulled out a black
T-shirt. “Would you be willing to wear mine again?”

The gesture sealed her heart.
She so loved her men. “I’d love to.”

They crawled into bed and he
pulled her close. Being wrapped in his powerful arms soothed her and she let
her mind go blank.

She didn’t rouse until tiny
kisses brushed her neck and Trax’s cock poked her in the back.

“You want some morning loving,
babe?”

What she wouldn’t give to
stay in bed and make love all day long. “I would, but I want to check on
Dante.”

He nipped her ear, reached
around to the front and captured her breasts in one hand. “You sure?”

“Yes.” She rolled over and
quickly kissed his. “If Dante is okay, I’ll let you tie me up and fuck me.”

“Oh, babe. I can’t believe we
found you.” He brushed his lips against hers.

She cuddled closer. “I guess
we can thank Couch for bringing us together.”

“You got that right, but I
ain’t thanking that bastard for anything.” He hugged her tight and pressed his
erection in between her legs.

“Trax!” She giggled and he
let her scoot away.

Still wearing his shirt she
walked out the bedroom, turned right, and knocked on Dante’s door.

“You looking for me?”

She spun around. He was in
the kitchen looking totally fit. Even his bandage was gone. She edged closer.
“What happen to the rest of your wounds?”

Dante took one step toward
her and snaked a hand around her waist. “We werewolves heal fast. Remember I
told you that killing one of us is next to impossible unless we take a bullet
to the heart?”

“Yes, but if I’d aimed higher
and shot off Couch’s cock, he wouldn’t have healed fast, now would he have?”

Dante chuckled. “Hardly. You
want some breakfast?”

“How about if I make you two
something to eat? After all, you did save me.”

Trax strolled from the room
wearing only his pajama bottoms. “I thought you said if Dante is okay you’d let
me tie you up and fuck you.”

She drew in her bottom lip.
“I did.”

Dante cupped her face. “What
about me? Can I fuck you, too?”

“Are you up for it?”

He pulled down his pants and
his cock popped out. “What do you think?”

“Oh, my.”

Trax lifted her up and
carried her toward the playroom. He pressed his thumb to the sensor and the
door opened. Instead of the usual red lights, they were now a pretty purple.
“How do you like the change in décor?”

She laughed. “Dante must have
done this.”

“Done what?” Dante trailed
behind them.

“Changed the lights.”

“Yeah. These are celebration
lights.”

Now she was confused. “What
are those?”

Trax set her down. “We’re
going to celebrate our union tonight. You are our mate, and when we all three
of us make love, you will be bound to us forever.”

This time she didn’t
hesitate. “I like that.” This was like a marriage ceremony in a way.

She hoped after they mated
the werewolf way the men would be willing to have a more traditional ceremony.

Trax moved in and lifted her
chin. “Do you remember the rules?”

“No talking and no coming.”
She swore his lips lifted a little.

“Whatever we do, remember
it’s in your best interest.”

“Bring it on.” She’d learned
that pain brought glory.

Trax grabbed the back of her
neck and leaned within an inch of her face. “You’ve already forgotten. Drop
your gaze and say nothing or I will have to ball gag you.”

He wouldn’t dare. In case he
was serious, she pressed her lips together and stared at the ground.

Dante was behind her and
lifted her T-shirt over her head. Trax took care of her panties. Now she stood
before them naked.

“Don’t move.”

Both men walked around her.
Their movements almost seemed ritualistic in nature or else they were trying to
decide what to do with her. Trax headed toward the row of shelves at the back
of the room, while Dante stepped to the credenza. The drawer opened and closed.
Trax reached her first and waved two clothespins under her face.

“Remember when I put the
vibrating clamps on you?”

That seemed like a lifetime
ago. “Yes. I liked them.”

She held her breath as he
placed the first clothespin on her nipple.
Yikes
.
The pressure really hurt, but her pussy throbbed from the pain. When he added
the other one, her pulse raced.

He then drove a finger into
her pussy. “She’s dry as a bone. Tie her.”

What
does tying me have to do with being dry?
Besides, the moment they started talking about having sex,
her pussy began to drip. They weren’t being reasonable. Dante pulled back her
arms and instead of just tying her hands, he wound a rope around her elbows.
Her tits screamed from the skin being stretched. A small cry escaped, but she
wouldn’t let them know the pressure was almost too intense.

“What are we going to do
about her lack of moisture?” Trax pinched one of the clips and tears stung her
eyes.

She could smell her own
arousal. Clearly, they were teasing her.

“I say we string her up.”
Dante scooped her up and placed her on her back on the massage table.

Trax walked over to the
credenza and picked up what looked like a remote. He pressed a button and the
sounds of metal chains lowering emanated from the ceiling. They had to be
kidding. At the end of the chains were soft leather cuffs.

Dante leaned over her. “You
are going to love this.”

She trusted them. They both
attached the cuffs to her ankles. So far so good. But then Trax pressed the
button and the chains retracted. The chains were so far apart it spread her
legs wide and lifted her butt off the table. He didn’t stop until only her
shoulders and head touched the leather. At least her arms weren’t pressed
against the cushion that way. Maybe that was the point.

Trax placed a pillow under
her head. “Comfy?”

“Yes, Master.” Despite almost
being upside down and having her legs spread wide open, she was looking forward
to what else was in store.

Dante disappeared then
returned with a dildo. He pried open her pussy lips and dragged the glass cock
across her opening. She wished he’d use the real thing, but she had to admit
the way he was swirling it around and bumping into her clit excited her. Dante
stepped close and placed the dildo right at her entrance.

Push
it in
.

He lifted the fake cock,
licked it, and returned it to her now wet opening. “I don’t think this is
working, bro. Maybe you need to play with her tits.”

“I’ll try, but if we can’t
turn her on, I don’t know if we can keep her.”

Those bastards. Trax removed
the clothespins but not before pinching them tight. The second they were gone,
the blood rushed to the tips, and pricks of pain stabbed her. He pressed on one
while he sucked on the other. Her breath caught and electric currents raced
down her body igniting her cunt. Her poor pussy contracted from the effect.