by Vella Day
Just when her nipple began to ache, he moved to the other side. “You are so gorgeous. The perfect size, the perfect shape, the perfect… aw hell. You’re just damned perfect.”
He groaned with the next tug as if sucking her nipples excited him more than it did her. He lowered his hands and clasped her waist. As he dragged his body lower, he licked between her breasts, across her belly button, and stopped at the top of her mons. She clenched her ass to lift her hips.
He raised his head, his expression telling her he was clearly aware of what she wanted. “Are you asking me to fuck you?”
She sucked in a breath. She might have said no at his crassness, except her body screamed yes. “Do you want to?” Being bold thrilled her.
“Sugar, once I start, I’ll pound your pussy so hard, you’ll come more times than you can count. Are you ready for a real man?”
His bravado made her laugh, but at the moment, his big man talk helped her relax. “Are you saying you’re up for the job?”
“I’m a show rather than tell type of guy.”
He didn’t wait for her response as he thumbed open her lower lips and dragged one finger against her pussy. She expected him to press it into her, but all he did was circle the opening, flicking her sensitive nub over and over again.
“Please.”
“Please what, sugar?”
Was he really going to make her beg for his cock? Did he get off making her appear weak and needy? Spasms rolled down her stomach with each swipe. When he replaced his finger with his tongue, she bucked and arched. She squeezed her lids closed to stop from watching him eat her, but all that did was heighten the sensations between her thighs.
Do not come again. That would only give him the upper hand.
She dug her nails into his shoulder, and his arm snaked out and grabbed her wrist. He pinned her wrist to the bed almost to prove he could do what he wanted. Somehow he was able to curl his tongue and thread it into her wet sheath, but the in and out motion only partially satisfied her. She wanted more. She wanted him.
“Okay, okay. I want you to fuck me!”
He looked up and grinned. “Sugar, you have made me the happiest man.”
Instead of taking her right then, he drove her higher and heated her up to a point where she thought she’d boil over. If only she had the use of both hands, she’d knead his supple muscles and take him over the edge with her.
He withdrew his fingers and crawled up her body placing kisses on her belly until his lips captured one of her sore nipples again. That one touch ignited her and she gave into her yearning. Thunderous waves of ecstasy coursed through her as her vaginal walls clenched and unclenched. She dropped her head back and rolled her eyes upward. A gurgling sound exploded.
“Dante!”
“I’m here, sugar.”
He took her mouth again and plunged his cock into her with one strong push. Her body shuddered at his massive size, and she thought he would split her in two.
She must have screamed because he broke the kiss and pressed his lips to her ear. “Just breathe and let me love you.”
The tender whispering soaked into her and helped her release the tension in her muscles. He eased out a little before plunging in again. He lifted up on his elbows and pinched her nipples causing tremors to race through her.
Again, she wanted to touch him, but he held her wrists in one hand. Being captive by his body and his cock made his touch all the more exciting. When he nipped her chin, she milked his dick. His breath caught.
Aha. The power momentarily shifted and she almost smiled.
He withdrew and let the tip of his cock balance at her opening. “Don’t clench again or I will blast off.”
Wasn’t that what men did? They took their pleasure and left. Only Dante wasn’t like other men.
“I need more.”
He kissed her hard and drove in again. It was as if she’d turned on his switch and he’d turned on hers. The harder he thrust, the hotter she got. Her pussy gushed its juices, slickening her walls. Her breaths came out faster and faster as he seemed to consume her. Pinpricks stabbed her neck, but the sharpness disappeared the moment he dragged his rough tongue across her shoulder.
“Sugar, I’m close.”
“Me, too,” she managed to whisper.
All she could think of was how much she never wanted his cock to leave her body. He ducked his head and pistoned inside her. The fire he’d started spread over her body as her orgasm invaded every inch of her. She couldn’t help but milk him one more time.
He groaned and buried his face in her neck. His hot cum blasted her walls, joining the two of them together. She didn’t know whose shout sounded louder, but it wasn’t until his cock stopped pulsating that she thought about Trax being only a few feet outside the door.
When Dante had released her wrist she didn’t know, but she was barely able to lift her hand and pat his back. “Do you think Trax is upset? We kind of made some noise.”
Dante’s hair flopped over his forehead and he looked adorable. “I’m betting he jacked off to our sounds.”
She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. “I don’t know if I can look him in the eye.”
He laughed and tucked the strands of hair that had fallen across her face behind her ear. “Trust me when I say Trax is the one who will be avoiding eye contact. He’ll want you now even more.”
She pushed up on her elbows. “I’ve only slept with one man at a time.”
He tapped her nose. “We didn’t sleep, sugar. We made love. Don’t worry about hurting my feelings if you let Trax claim you. In the end, you’ll see how fantastic it can be to have both of us.” He winked and crawled off the bed. A moment later the water ran in the bathroom and he returned with a towel to wipe her down. “Why don’t you get into something comfortable and join us in the living room?”
“You didn’t bring my pajamas.”
“I’m sure Trax won’t mind if you borrow something to wear. His hips are smaller than mine or else I’d lend you something.” He strode over to a dresser, pulled open a drawer, and lifted a pair of dark green flannel drawstring pants. He tugged off the tag and tossed them to her. “Brand new. Try these on.”
After he strode out, she clasped the bottoms in her hand, her mind spinning with what just happened. She’d had the most amazing sex in her life with a generous man and he just walked out.
Not quite knowing how to interpret his actions, she decided to follow his instructions. She removed the plastic around her knees then peeled off the plastic bag. She flexed her hand to test the pain level and found the injury didn’t hurt as much. That pleased her.
After donning a clean pair of underwear, she pulled on the pants. They were ridiculously long, but she rolled the cuffs and pulled the drawstring tight enough so they wouldn’t fall off.
Needing a T-shirt beside the one she’d worn, which had blood over it, she threw on one of the ones Dante had brought for her. The problem was that her nipples poked through the light pink tee. The other shirt was white and would be worse. Since she was already wearing one of Trax’s bottoms, she might as well avail herself of one of his black shirts. It wasn’t like she’d come here under her own free will. He could at least lend her something to wear.
She pulled open the drawer and picked up, yes, a black T-shirt. The softness surprised her. The intimate act of routing through his things wasn’t lost on her, but she wasn’t ready to think about that yet. She slipped the tee over her head. She swam in it, but at least her nipples didn’t show through, and wearing a bra to bed wasn’t her favorite thing to do anyway.
Now, to face the beast.
Chapter Seven
Trax wanted to grab his brother by the front of the shirt and toss him against the wall. Actually, he would have shifted and fought Dante wolf to wolf if Liz hadn’t been here.
“What were you thinking?” He couldn’t let it go. “Her smell is all over you. Are you trying to ruin my life?”
Dante
looked behind him as if he expected Liz to come out of the bedroom any minute. He turned back around and shot him his usual smartass grin. “You need to learn to relax. I’ll tell you, her pussy was divine and her tits sublime.”
Trax wasn’t even aware of striking his brother in the jaw until pain rippled up his arm. Dante was a beast. If he ever worked out, he’d be unbeatable.
Dante held up his hands, pissing Trax off even more. “Got to you, didn’t I?”
“No. You got to her. What happens after we toss Couch’s butt in jail for life, and Liz gets to go back to her life?”
Dante wagged a finger. “Now that we’ve connected, she won’t wander far. Not if I can help it.”
He didn’t have the chance to set his brother straight because the door from his room opened. Trax didn’t want to take in the sight of her, but with her standing there in his T-shirt wearing those gaudy bottoms his mom had given him one Christmas, he couldn’t help himself. His damn cock jumped to attention, and he had to squash the urge to adjust his balls. No way did he want her to know how much he desired her—how much she affected him.
She lowered her gaze and that submissive gesture made it worse. Images of her kneeling in front of him while he grabbed her blond mane and told her to suck on his cock forced him to walk back to the kitchen. His need for control even surprised him sometimes. Dante claimed when that Colter killed their dad Trax had to assume the position of man in the family. At the tender age of fourteen, taking control was his way of coping.
“Is it okay that I borrowed a few of your things?” she asked from across the room.
Damn it. She almost sounded afraid. His protection mechanism intensified, but he turned his back to her and waved a hand. “Sure. Take what you need.”
“Thanks.”
He got an apple out of the fridge and took a bite. The juices dribbled down his chin and he imagined Liz licking his face clean. This was absolutely the wrong time for a woman who appeared to be their mate to come into his life. His body sure as hell wanted her, but she didn’t need more trouble in her life. Liz would be better off if he spent his time chasing after Couch instead of pursuing her.
When he turned around and headed back to the living room, Liz had moved to the sofa, and Dante had joined her. Seeing the two of them together altered something inside him. It wasn’t so much jealousy, since Dante would share, but his more primal need emerged, surprising even him.
“We’re going after Couch tomorrow,” Trax told her.
As expected she perked up. “Tell me what you’re going to do.”
Though highly unlikely, it was possible she might be able to spot an issue with their approach. “I’ll take two other teams with me. We’ll enter his office by the back. Hopefully, our appearance will be unexpected, and we can take him easily.”
“He keeps the back door locked.”
She bit her lip. He almost caved and hugged her. She had no idea how capable his team was and couldn’t keep a small smile off his face. “We have our ways of entering a building. Locks are never a problem.”
“Oh.” She glanced to the ground as if trying to come up with other roadblocks. “What if he shifts into a werewolf on you?”
His brother tossed him a smug look. How are you going to field that one, bro? You going to tell her Couch would be outnumbered five werewolves to one?
“We have our ways to contain him.”
Her brows rose. “Maybe you can bring a steak that’s laced with that poison that’s harmful to werewolves and capture him that way.”
She was clever, but there was no need to go to such an extreme. “I like that idea. If he escapes the five of us, we might try that, although I’m thinking he’ll see through the ploy. It’s not like he’s a real wolf.”
The foot she’d been tapping stilled. “Good point.”
He was able to school his features at her thoughtful response.
She turned to Dante. “Why aren’t you going with him?”
Dante squeezed her thigh in an intimate way. “Trax and the guys are capable to capture one old man. Besides, I have a store to run. One of us has to make money.”
You are such a little shit. Trax glared at his brother then dragged his gaze back to Liz. “Dante likes to meet and greet the public, so he does his thing, but we don’t need his salary.”
Her brows rose. Wouldn’t she be surprised to learn the depth of not only their pockets but those of the Pack?
“What if Couch isn’t at the office?”
“Why wouldn’t he be?” The thought had his mind heading in several directions.
“He can’t do much business without a secretary. I bet it will take him a few days to replace me.”
“You don’t think he could handle the day-to-day business by himself?”
Her gazed drifted left. “I’m not sure. He knows how the business runs, since he instructed me what to do, but when he gave me instructions, it was like the work was inconsequential.”
Dante leaned back. “More proof that Au Pairs for U is a front for his drug running and possible human trafficking.”
“The man is such a scumbag. When you catch him, what will you do with him?”
Trax was wondering when she’d ask. “There’s a jail in the middle of Florida just for shifters.”
“Seriously? Why haven’t I heard about it?”
This time he couldn’t hold in his chuckle. “That would kind of defeat the purpose of hiding the existence of werewolves if we did that, don’t you think?”
“Yeah.” She glanced between the two men. “I want to come with you.”
He quickly sobered. “Sweetheart, there is no fucking way I am taking a girl with me to do a man’s job.”
Her mouth opened, and another erotic thought blasted him. Don’t think about the havoc her mouth could wreak. His damn cock twitched.
“I need to ask him why he raped my mother again after all these years.” She tapped her chest. “I need closure, too.”
“No way.” He polished off his beer and dumped it in the trash. “I need to get some shuteye.”
Dante stood. “Let’s hit the hay.”
She leaned close and looked up at his brother with adoring eyes. Trax held in his groan. He could see it now. Dante would want her to stay around, but there was no way she was living here. Liz would be a constant distraction and if he ever expected to put away the Colters, she would be a hindrance. Besides, the fact they were werewolves would surely come out, and that was the last thing the Pack needed was a busybody woman blabbing to the world about who they were.
She followed Dante who then turned to face her. “Sugar, as much as I’d love to cuddle up to you all night long, we’d get no sleep. Trust me, I can go all night long.”
Trax had shared enough women with Dante to know his brother had the stamina of a flower deprived of water for days.
She moved in close. Jesus, if he saw them kiss, he’d—well he didn’t know what he’d do, but he sure as hell didn’t need to be watching.
He averted his gaze and strode past them. “I need to get my toiletries out of the bathroom and some clothing.” He sure as hell didn’t need to go back into his room with Liz there. Sure, he’d need to use his computer that was set up in the corner, but only after she was up.
Christ, he never should have brought her here. It was all the more reason to stop Couch. Then Liz would be safe and on her way.
* * *
The morning sun speared through the window and disrupted Liz’s carnal dream. She shielded her eyes as she sat up and yawned. Trax’s king size bed had been incredibly comfortable and his flannel sheets soft and warm. She almost didn’t want to get up, but the smell of bacon and eggs drew her.
She dreaded changing out of her comfortable sleepwear, but she wanted to check on her wounds. She pulled off her pajama bottoms and lifted the bandages covering her scraped knees. To her delight, the wounds had almost scabbed over, so she decided to keep it uncovered. Her hand, however, was a different story.
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br /> Maybe she’d ask Dante to change the covering or perhaps leave it open so the cuts could breathe. Then again, she’d have to be extra careful if she kept the stiches exposed. As she put on undies and got into her jeans, buttoning her pants wasn’t going to happen nor was putting on a bra. Damn.
Perhaps Dante could help her dress. She stuck her head out the door and scanned the living room. Trax was in the kitchen with his back to her.
He turned around. “Morning.”
“Good morning. Where’s Dante?”
“At work.”
Shit. “Oh.”
“You need something?”
“Yes. I’ll be out in a sec.”
She closed the door, located her bra and placed the straps over her shoulders. Holding the bra close to her chest, she stepped out.
Trax’s eyes darkened as he kept his gaze, not on her face, but on her chest. Could this get any more embarrassing?
“I need a hand, literally, with hooking my bra and buttoning my pants.”
His jaw tensed. “Come here.” He didn’t sound pissed, but he sure as hell wasn’t happy.
She proffered her back, and his warm fingers hooked her bra in two seconds. His touch altered something inside of her. What was up with that? Dante was the kind of man she’d always dreamed of. He was funny and considerate, yet there seemed to be some unleashed power bursting to get out.
“Thanks.” She adjusted the bra so that she was covered and turned around.
Her luck, her only bra was the one she’d worn when trying to entice Couch into hiring her. It was a demi cup so only her nipples were hidden. Now Trax would think she was trying to put the moves on him. That was so not the case.
Liar.
“Can you button this for me?” She lifted her shirt to expose the open waistband.
He didn’t answer as he stepped close. His spicy scent had her body thrumming. Knowing this wasn’t right, she averted her gaze. His fingers scraped against her skin and her body heated. What was wrong with her?