Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3]

by Day, Vella

  “I’ll try.”

  “If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, tell me.”

  He kissed her cheek, and his firm lips warmed her from the inside.

  He placed a hand on her shoulder. “How about lying on your stomach?”

  That request wasn’t what she expected, but she was pleased he wasn’t the kind to yank down her pants and enter her. That would have hurt physically as well as emotionally. She rolled over and grabbed the pillow under her head.

  “It might be better if you rest your forehead on the back of your hands.” He removed the pillow from under her head and placed it beneath her hips. He then placed her hands in the desired position and lifted her hair. He slid the mass off to the side. So far, he’d almost been too much of a gentleman.

  “Are you comfy?”

  “Yes.” This was the first time her anxiety wasn’t rushing through her. She completely believed Dirk wanted her first time to be wonderful.

  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 t
apped 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.

  “I want you to relax, sweetheart. I’ll take it as slow as I possibly can.” When his lips lifted, she swore she saw a fang. Holy smokes.

  She gripped his shoulders. “Ah, Dirk?”

  He ran his tongue over his teeth and looked to the ceiling. After a few breaths, the fangs retreated. “Sorry. You turn me on.”

  Her heart skipped a beat. “That’s okay.”

  Just knowing Dirk would be gentle settled her first time jitters. Her vagina vibrated and contractions built under her belly. She should have been scared, but for some odd reason she wasn’t.

  He slid between her legs and widened them. She tensed and tried to draw them together, but his grip prevented her.

  You trust him.

  “Breathe.”

  She inhaled and when she let out the breath, her body stopped resisting. Wanting the experience to be amazing, she closed her eyes and sat on her hands to prevent them from clenching. His palm cupped her mound and the warmth seeped downward. It was as if he wanted her to get used to being with him. His tender care meant so much to her.

  His thumbs opened her lower lips and his tongue barely touched her opening, but his sweet approach ignited a passion inside her.

  “That’s nice.” She meant it, too.

  The next swipe of his tongue was harder and caused swirls of desire to shoot up her belly. She’d never experienced anything as wonderful in her life.

  Once more, she pushed aside right from wrong and concentrated on this amazing moment. He slid his thumb above her opening and hit something that electrified her.

  “Dear Lord in Heaven.”

  A wave of lust stronger than she thought existed grabbed her, and she panted out her breaths in staccato bursts. Her delight must have been the signal he’d been waiting for because he slipped a finger into her, forcing her to clamp down on him.

  “We can’t have you milking my finger.”

  She didn’t want to know why. Enough shocks for one day, she forced her body to relax. It was hard, especially when he wiggled his finger around in circles and hit spots that made more spasms race through her.

  If she’d known making love could be this fantastic, she might have sought it out sooner. The little man in her head was about to chastise her for her shocking thoughts, but she kicked him aside.

  She bucked her hips for more, and Dirk rewarded her with another finger. The two together not only thrilled her but set her on fire.

  He removed his fingers, and when the bed moved, she opened her eyes. “Is something wrong?”

  “I’m getting a condom, although I hate using them.”

  “I don’t want you to.”

  His mouth slightly parted as if she’d given him a present. “Bu
t you could get pregnant.”

  “The timing is good.” The rhythm method wasn’t foolproof, but she’d deal with that later.

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes. Hurry.”

  Dirk crawled on top of her again and supported himself on his elbows. Instead of entering her, he kissed her with more passion that she could hope for. She was the one who demanded entrance and their tongues dueled and explored. The effect of the kiss traveled down her chest and over her belly, stopping when it arrived between her legs. Oh, my.

  Their lips separated. He nibbled her chin and then traced a line across her throat to a sensitive part below her ear. The man seemed to know every place that turned her on.

  The need to touch him grew. She slid her hands from under her rear and clasped his back. Every time he moved an inch, his muscles flexed, sending delightful signals to her brain.

  “God, what you do to me, Elena.”

  He should be in her skin!

  The way he said her name with a slight flourish on the a melted her. His penis poked her entrance and she widened her legs, needing him to take her. Her musky aroma filled the air.

  Instead of one big thrust, Dirk made small forays. She grabbed his rear and squeezed, loving the way his muscles bunched as he entered her. Dirk leaned over and kissed her, edging in farther. That one extra inch stretched her wide. No way would he fit if he fully impaled her.

  She turned her head. “He’s too big.”

  His jaw tightened and he closed his eyes. “I’ll stay right here for a minute so you can accommodate him. Trust me, he’ll fit. Just give him a moment.”

  Breathing more deeply, she willed her muscles to relax. He must have sensed the change in her body, for he drove in. At the quick stab of pain, her eyes burst open. She gasped. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” The last thing she wanted was for him to pull out.

  He was hers and she was his. The union of their two souls was complete. Dirk’s eyes opened and the flecks of amber became more apparent. He eased out of her and then thrust back in. Her own lubrication eased the way. She might have been uncertain what to expect, but her body sure seemed to like what he was doing.