Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3]

by Day, Vella

  “I love your pussy.”

  After that declaration, Clay seemed to lose control. He pistoned into her. With each thrust, heat built as if giving total control to another freed her. Even the blood in her veins caught fire. Despite that he’d told her not to move, the words no longer registered. She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips, engaging in the carnal bliss with him.

  He grunted. Her moans turned louder as her climax threatened to unleash. She bit her lip to keep the final orgasm at bay, but his hooded eyes had darkened, and if she watched him explode, she would, too. She closed her eyes and stars burst behind her lids.

  She was the weak one. “I can’t last.” She breathed, panting.

  “Come for me.”

  Tears of joy balanced on her lids at the monumental plea. Her insides involuntarily clamped down on his length, and she let out a howl. His head lowered and as his hot semen blasted her, the tsunami-like waves of carnal desire swamped her. Contractions rolled up and down her body as her orgasm took hold. Her nipples tightened and her mouth turned dry. She sucked in a life-sustaining breath.

  His cry of pleasure died, and the pulsing in his penis slowed, but he held her tightly, as if he never wanted to let her go. The sense of safety she experienced in his arms brought her tremendous relief.

  Clay rolled over onto his back and brought her with him, his member still embedded within her.

  He patted her back. “That was amazing, sugar. That was intense.”

  No compliment could have brought her more joy. “Thank you.”

  He kissed her forehead.

  “Do you think you can undo me now?”

  His jaw dropped. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

  With a few tugs, the bindings released and she finally touched his skin. “I’m sorry I became skittish over the whole slave stuff.”

  “No worries. We have years to desensitize you.”

  She laughed. “Dirk used the same phrase.”

  He cocked open an eye. “That’s because it’s true. Neither of us have much experience with virgins.”

  “You did okay.”

  “I’ll be better next time. Promise.”

  “Technically, I’m not a virgin.”

  He gnawed on her shoulder. “Technically.”

  His cell rang and he groaned. “That’s Dirk.”

  The ring had a different sound. Her pulse raced. “You think he caught Hood?”

  Clay lifted her off him and hopped off the bed. “Let’s find out.” He picked up the phone and slid his finger across the bottom of the screen. “Yo. Empty? Who? Is Ramirez talking? Tomorrow morning. Bye.”

  She learned very little out of that conversation. “So?”

  “When the team arrived at the club, the manager had no problem allowing them full access to the back rooms where you were held.”

  Now the word empty made sense. “No one was there?”

  “No, but on their way out, they ran into Raymond Ramirez. He’s one of Hood’s right hand men.”

  “Did he say anything?”

  Clay sat on the bed and leaned back on his elbows. “Shifters know that being arrested could destroy their whole organization. Even though technically we’re shifters, too, Ramirez didn’t want to accidently let out the truth.”

  That seemed to be code for not wanting to be tortured. “What did he do?”

  “What most shifters are taught to do. He swallowed a pill that killed him within minutes.”

  She sank back onto the bed. “We’re no closer than we were before Dirk and his team found him.”

  He shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”

  The pieces began to fall into place. “Am I correct in thinking you wanted to bring me here in case Dirk stirred up the hornet’s nest, so to speak, and one of them escaped back to Hood?” She closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled. “You thought Hood might believe I’m the cause for his problems because after you guys bought me, all hell broke loose.”

  “Basically.”

  “Now what?”

  “We keep looking for Mr. John Hood.”

  Chapter Eleven

  As much as Elena loved spending quality time with Clay in the wonderful house across the street from the pristine Gulf of Mexico, she was still a prisoner. For four days, they took walks along the shore, shopped, cooked, and made love. Memories grew, but if she went out on her own, she feared one of Hood’s men would spot her.

  She pulled the cookies out of the oven and inhaled their rich scent. Clay trotted in from his run.

  “The place smells fantastic. Can I have one?”

  He reached out to pick up a hot chocolate chip cookie when she slapped his hand. “Not yet. They need to cool.”

  He removed the pancake turner from her fingers and placed it on the counter then pulled her close. “When we get back home, I think someone needs her fanny spanked.”

  She laughed and pushed him away. He was sweaty and smelly. He’d been threatening to tie her up and slap her butt, but every time he showed her Kurt and Drake’s playroom, Clay decided she wasn’t ready. “You, mister, need a shower.”

  After he kissed her cheek, he jogged down the hall. Just as she dumped the dishes in the sink, Clay’s cell rang. From the distinctive tone, it was Dirk. She answered it.

  “Hey. I miss you.”

  “Sweetheart, hearing your voice makes me whole.” He sounded in good spirits.

  “What’s up?”

  “Are you ready to come home?”

  She grabbed the counter to steady herself. “More than you can know.” That sounded like she hadn’t enjoyed Clay’s company. “That didn’t come out right. At first, it was great—”

  He chuckled. “I get it. You want your freedom.”

  “Yeah.”

  “We caught Hood’s two right hand men and six of his henchmen.”

  Her body sagged against the island. “That’s wonderful.” Only without Hood in custody, she’d never really be safe. “Any sign of Hood?”

  “Not yet, but we’ll get him.”

  They must have prevented the men from swallowing those poison pills. “Clay’s in the shower. What should I tell him?”

  “To bring you home so we can celebrate in style.”

  Not only was the news fantastic, but having both of the men to herself stirred something inside her. “We’ll see you soon.”

  “I hope Clay didn’t wear you out.”

  Heat raced up her face. “Di-irk.”

  “Just stating a fact.”

  “I’ll see you shortly.” Even after she disconnected, her smile didn’t diminish.

  After she washed, dried, and put the pots and pans away faster than she’d ever cleaned before, she stuffed the cookies in a baggie. As she rushed down the hallway to pack her bag, Clay stepped out of his room. All he had on were jeans.

  No one deserved to look that good.

  “Dirk called,” she said as she watched him run a towel over his head.

  His hand stilled. “What did he want?”

  She told him the good news. He dropped the towel and opened his arms. She raced to him. The kiss spoke of a future, and his hands convinced her she never wanted to leave him. Although there’d been some challenges these last few days, she’d seen the real Clay Demmers and she loved him.

  “Sugar, as much as I’d like to make love with you for hours, I think Dirk would like to see you.”

  She wanted that, too. “I missed him.”

  “I’m glad.”

  She kissed him then scooted out of his arms. Being ever hopeful, she’d kept her clothes neatly stacked ready to go. In less than five minutes, she was ready. “Let me get the cookies.”

  Dirk had a sweet tooth, and she’d enjoy feeding him one cookie after another.

  Clay returned dressed with his gear a minute later. “Say goodbye to Orangeburg.”

  She glanced around once more, and together they headed back to Gulfside.

  Clay called Dirk on the drive home, put
the call on speaker, and asked for more details. In the raid, three other girls had been recovered. They were spending a few days recuperating at the general’s home before returning home.

  “Have Sam and Brandon found out anything about Cheryl?” she asked Dirk.

  “They’re getting close, sweetheart. Don’t worry. They’ll find her.”

  That wasn’t much of an answer, but she appreciated they were devoting every day to the search. She thanked God each night she’d been rescued by two such wonderful men.

  During the last part of the drive, she brought up the subject of her freedom. “Do you think I could get a job and be relatively safe?”

  “I believe with the human trafficking part basically shut down, you’ll be good.”

  “You think I’ll be safe from Hood?”

  He glanced over at her. “We’ll see. If you don’t go out at night or walk down dark alleys by yourself, you should be okay.”

  #

  When they pulled in front of his house, Dirk raced outside and picked her up. He spun her around. “Let’s get you inside. I have plans for you.”

  She leaned close. “You just want me naked.”

  He cocked a brow and glanced over at Clay who was retrieving the suitcases from the back of his SUV. “What have you done with my virgin mate?”

  “He’s been keeping me busy.” Hand in hand, she and Dirk climbed the steps and entered the house. The fresh scent of pine permeated the air. “Someone’s been cleaning.”

  “I wanted the place nice for you.”

  “Thanks.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

  Dirk drew her in his arms and tenderly kissed her. “I’ve missed you so much.”

  “You or your cock?” There. She’d said that word out loud. It felt good. She was a new woman now. Free. These last few days with Clay had emboldened her. She glanced to heaven and prayed her grandmother wasn’t looking down at her. If she was, she’d be screaming for the angels to whisk her away before the devil got his hands on her.

  “Both?”

  She loved how it came out as a question.

  “Let her rest, Dirk.”

  Dirk ran a knuckle down her cheek. “Has Clay been working you out too hard?”

  “No. He’s being possessive.”

  Dirk cupped her face and kissed her. The moment their tongues touched, his claws half extended and his bones cracked. He lowered his arms and stepped back.

  “Can you tell I need you?”

  “Yes, but can you control your wolf side?”

  “I hope like hell I can. Lore has it when a man meets his mate, once they’ve consummated the relationship, these outbursts diminish.”

  She smiled. “I’ve been gone, so maybe the longing has increased.”

  Dirk swept her off her feet and carried her down the hallway. The refrigerator door banged shut and feet pounded behind them. Dirk led her into his room and placed her on the bed.

  He didn’t turn around. “Get the goods, Clay.”

  Her gaze didn’t leave Dirk’s face. Searching and chasing after the likes of Hood seemed to have taken a toll on him. His unshaven face wasn’t a result of any transformation from human to wolf. His eyes looked strained and his cheeks thinner. She’d have to cook him a big meal tonight, and hoped with enough tender love, he’d begin to heal.

  She sat up, tossed off her sneakers, and curled her feet under her. “Before Clay comes back, can I suck on your cock?”

  He burst out laughing.

  Clay trotted in with not only a rope, but a box and something else. “What’s so funny?”

  He faced Clay. “You really lost control in that beach house didn’t you?”

  He strode forward, velvet tie in hand. “What makes you think that?” His blue eyes searched Dirk’s face.

  “Our woman is too bold.”

  Clay kicked off his boots, shucked his shirt, and stepped out of his pants. “I say we rectify that.”

  If both men hadn’t had grins on their faces, she might have been scared. “Remember, I’m a vulnerable woman who’s been through a lot.” If she pouted perhaps she’d get to be in charge.

  Clay lifted her shirt and tossed it on the floor while Dirk undid her jeans and tugged them off as if they’d die if they had to wait another minute. In seconds, she was down to her panties and bra.

  Clay crawled on the bed, divinely naked. “This bra has to go.” He straddled her, his knees positioned over her hips. With a quick snap, he undid the hook, but he used his teeth to lower the straps over her shoulders.

  “Hurry, Clay,” Dirk said.

  Clay gave him the finger as Clay licked the skin above the edge of her bra. Ripples of lust pricked her skin.

  Using his teeth, Clay dragged the cups over her tits. Dirk climbed on the bed on the other side after discarding his clothes and threading the other strap over her arm. His mouth caught the nipple in between his teeth and the double sensation stole her breath. She dropped her head back as his textured tongue made love to her tit.

  She lifted her hands to enjoy their thick hair. Clay took her bra off, discarded it, and bound her wrists with the soft velvet preventing her from touching them. Darn. Because he made a figure eight pattern, the constraint was comfortable and afforded her some movement.

  “The rules are the same. Starting now, you will obey them.”

  She liked when he took over, but so far he’d been too strict with the no talking rule. However, over the last few days, she’d found the more things she wasn’t allowed to do, the higher her sexual experience.

  She nodded. At least he hadn’t insisted on calling her slave. She wasn’t sure when she’d get over her issue of being held captive, but with time, she’d adjust.

  Dirk licked her nipple once more then moved between her legs.

  “I’ve missed your pretty pink pussy.” He tapped the apex of her thighs.

  His dirty talk sent delicious shivers up her spine, and being with her two men gave her such a wonderful sense of belonging that she never wanted it to end. She wished she didn’t have to leave them, but the idea of loving two men at the same time struck her as unnatural, but perhaps they could change her mind. Her thoughts of impropriety disappeared when Clay stretched out beside her, leaned over, and smiled.

  His thumb caressed her bottom lip. “I could spend all day kissing you.”

  If she’d been permitted to speak, she would have asked him what day would be best. His lids lowered halfway, and their breaths mingled seconds before their lips connected. His tongue hovered above hers for a moment before he cupped her cheeks and dove in. Her back arched and her arms jerked, forgetting she couldn’t touch him. Her helplessness made her nipples pucker.

  His tongue sparred with hers. He twisted around hers as if the more contact the better, then rimmed the edge of her teeth and groaned. Her pulse soared as Clay scooted closer. He lowered one hand and placed it on her breast. They both came up for air at the same time.

  “You are amazing,” he said.

  She smiled. You’re amazing, too. And wonderful.

  Dirk groaned as if Clay’s sweet talk was too much. He opened her lower lips and thumbed her clit, that wonderful bundle of nerves that seemed to be the center of her delight. When Dirk licked her moist opening then eased his tongue into her hole, her mind blanked. Clay pinched a nipple and nabbed her bottom lip with his teeth. This triple assault was too much.

  What had she been thinking desiring four hands, two mouths, and two cocks? And how would she ever live without this when it was over?

  Dirk leaned to the side and plunged a finger into her. Chaos rained down and her body spasmed. They’d been in bed no more than five minutes and yet she was already a quivering mass of desire. This wasn’t good.

  She might not be able to follow Clay’s rule of not climaxing. He slid lower, nipped one of her nipples with his teeth and rolled the other one between his fingers. Electric shocks radiated down the sides of her breasts. She fought to keep focused on his actions, but
she was derailed when Dirk pressed two more fingers into her and swirled them around. He curled the tips and banged that sweet spot over and over again. Her tight sheath squeezed them tight.

  Dirk withdrew his fingers at the same time Clay rolled to the side. He rubbed her belly. “We need to turn you over.”

  She failed to figure out their plan. What they’d been doing had been divine.

  They must have communicated silently because in unison they flipped her over and positioned her on her elbows and knees. Clay untied the rope from the headboard but not from her wrists. As much as she enjoyed Clay getting on top of her during sex, she wondered what he had in mind this time. Two days ago, he’d slipped into her from behind and she’d loved it.

  A citrusy smell permeated the air. She glanced behind her at Clay and pinched her brows. She knew what lube was but didn’t know they had plans for her in that way.

  “It’s just something to ease the way.” He placed a comforting hand on her rear. “I need to stretch you out before I enjoy your delicious ass.” He smeared the cool goo on her back hole. She clenched. He tapped her butt. “Don’t do that, sugar, or I’ll have to spank you for real.”

  She’d almost broke the silence rule and said her safe word, but Clay leaned over and kissed each cheek with such tenderness that her heart warmed. This man cared—a lot. All of her attention was directed at Clay until Dirk moved in front of her and cupped her breasts. He thumbed her slightly swollen nipples and the tension eased.

  “You got the best tits in the world.” Dirk pinched both and a hint of her own feral desire surfaced. A quick contraction rippled through her.

  Clay rubbed her tight muscled ring with his thumb then slipped the tip in. It wasn’t painful at all, just embarrassing.

  “I love your ass. Last night I dreamed of these cheeks squeezing my cock tight.”

  His reasoning eluded her, but she wanted to please him. With effort, she relaxed her muscles and his thumb dipped in.

  “That a girl.”

  Dirk moved closer so that his cock was inches from her mouth. Her tongue yearned to lick him and draw the throbbing head into her mouth. She debated breaking the rules but was unsure if she could handle the consequences.