Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3]

by Day, Vella

  “We’re good.”

  She looked behind her. “Where’s Clay?”

  “Getting your stuff.”

  “I guess I can’t stay here with a broken window.” Not that she wanted to. More of Hood’s men could come. “I need to call Janice.” Perhaps the Pack would help pay to replace the damage.

  He handed her his phone. “Call her. We asked Kurt to contact someone to board up the window. We’ll get it repaired tomorrow.”

  Janice shouldn’t stay here, either. Those few hours of reflection were all it took to convince her she was miserable without her men. Her mom would come around eventually, though their relationship might never be the same.

  She dialed Janice, but it went to voicemail. She gave her the condensed version of what happened, including the broken window. “Do you think you could stay somewhere else tonight?” This really sucked. “The window will be repaired tomorrow. I owe you big time. Hugs.” She disconnected and handed Dirk the phone.

  Clay came out with her suitcase and one box under his arm. She pushed open the car door. “I’ll help with the rest.”

  Dirk stayed her with a hand. “I’ll help. You’ve been through enough.” His smile wavered as he scooted out.

  Dirk returned and handed her the burn phone. “Seems you dropped this.”

  “I was distracted.”

  Dirk smiled and took off.

  Clay sat in the back and clasped her shoulder. “Have you given any thought to what you want to do?”

  “Yes. I called my mom.”

  “And?”

  “I told her the truth. It didn’t go well, but it could have been worse.”

  Dirk glanced over at her. “What are you going to do?”

  She managed a smile. “I want to be with both of you.”

  The drive home took forever, or so it seemed. No sooner had they stepped inside the living room, when Clay’s phone rang. Her shoulders slumped. Living on this roller coaster sucked.

  He mouthed it was the general. While he listened, she dragged herself to the sofa and collapsed.

  Clay faced her and winked. “Thanks for letting us know.” He gave her a thumbs up, and adrenaline shot through her system.

  He disconnected. “Dirk, get some champagne.”

  “What?” She wiped her sweaty palms on her legs.

  “Brandon, Sam and a few other members of the pack captured Hood.”

  Her heart rate spiked. “Yes!”

  She jumped up, running straight into Clay’s open arms. He picked her up and spun her around.

  “I say we have a lot to celebrate.”

  “Amen,” she said. “After we share a drink, I really need a shower.” She scrunched up her nose. “Actually, both of you kind of smell of blood and could use one, too.”

  Dirk popped the cork on the champagne and poured three glasses. He held up a glass. “To rescuing our virgin mate.”

  The three of them tapped their glasses. “Again.” Clay smiled.

  “For the record, I’m not a virgin.”

  Dirk swiveled his head and drew his gaze up and down her body. “Show me.”

  She laughed. “You two are bad.”

  Clay’s mouth opened. “What? Werewolves are a distrusting breed.”

  In one gulp, she polished off the glass of bubbly. “You ready to shower with me?” Her gaze bounced between them.

  Neither man finished his champagne, but both set their glasses down. Clay lifted her into a fireman’s hold.

  “Hey, what is this?” Head rush extraordinaire! She lightly pounded on his back. “Put me down.”

  “We’re animals, remember?”

  A few seconds later, she was in the bathroom and finally on her feet. Clay grinned. “We just wanted to show you who’s in charge.”

  Darn. Here she thought she could suck their cocks. Then again, if they came too soon, she’d be shortchanged. Maybe they did have the lock on this lovemaking stuff.

  Dirk flung off his shirt. “Last one in the shower is a rotten egg.”

  She laughed so hard her fingers didn’t work as well as theirs did. By the time she untied her shoes and stepped out of her pants, the men were naked in the shower. If this was how her future would be, she’d gladly embrace it.

  Naked, she stepped in between them. Dirk immediately ran his wet hands over her breasts. “I’ve missed these.”

  She clasped his wrists and moved his hands to his sides. “You had them this morning. Besides, I am more than tits.”

  Clay slid behind her and dragged a finger into her vagina. “You sure are.”

  She swatted their hands away. “I came in here to get clean.” She laughed, but part of her was serious.

  The men removed both showerheads from the hook on the wall and doused her. She closed her eyes and covered her face. The stream moved seconds later. Clay poured some shampoo on her head, while Dirk ran a bar of soap over each nipple, across her chest and down her belly. Spasms contracted her inner walls.

  “Can I wash you?” She didn’t address this to either man, specifically.

  “No,” they said in unison.

  Clay leaned closer. “You are our mate. Get used to it. If you do as we say, I promise you’ll never want to make love with only one man again.”

  That wasn’t true, but she appreciated his sentiment. “I’ll try. For the next twenty-four hours I’ll do anything you want.” You can even blindfold me.

  Dirk stepped closer and cupped her mound. “Anything?”

  “Within reason, sir.”

  Dirk looked behind her at Clay. “I’m liking this. I’m a sir!”

  Clay finished shampooing her. “Face me, Elena, and bend over. I have to rinse you.”

  Clay was the one who wanted to put his cock in her ass. Her rear faced Dirk believing he only liked to play with her vagina. Wrong. He dragged the bar of soap between her butt cheeks. She jerked, but Clay must have anticipated her reaction and held her shoulders.

  “Sweetheart, remember your promise and your safe word?”

  “Yes.”

  She hadn’t minded the butt plug they’d inserted, and her body relaxed. Dirk slipped two fingers into her ass, and this time, her body accepted them. As Clay worked on rinsing her hair, Dirk widened her butthole.

  Both men must have communicated silently because Dirk stepped back as Clay lifted her shoulders.

  “Anything else dirty?” Clay took the soap from Dirk and waved the bar.

  She tapped his abs. “Yes, your chest and your cock.”

  He stepped closer, hovering over her. From the way the spark had gone out of his eyes, she’d overstepped her bounds. “No talk about touching us is allowed. I think it’s time we teach you a lesson.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Drying one’s body seemed to be an ancient art for Clay. Dirk forbade her to move while he quickly rubbed her hair. Clay merely swiped the towel between her legs and said they were done. Running around wet wasn’t her choice, but their rush was endearing.

  Dirk pressed a finger to her lips and led her into his bedroom. Clay nodded and from there the three of them entered the hallway. Even if they hadn’t asked her to keep quiet, they wouldn’t have told her where they were going. With her feet still damp, she stepped slowly so she wouldn’t slip on the tile floor.

  Dirk leaned over. “Clay turned one of the spare rooms into a special love nest.”

  Ripples of delight shimmered over her skin. Now that she’d decided to love her men and had broken the news to her family, she planned to enjoy every second with them.

  She stepped in the room and excitement embraced her—well, kind of. The room was bathed in a soft amber light. The paddles hanging on the wall, along with some leather strappy thing frightened her a little. Some items were foreign to her. The vibrator, however, might bring a new dimension to her life.

  On top of the carpeted floor sat some rubber mats. She guessed they were kneeling pads. Two queen-sized mattresses were pushed together on the floor in the corner with a ton of pi
llows tossed on top. The bed looked mighty comfortable.

  “You really went to a lot of trouble to put this together, sirs.” She hoped it was okay to comment. They had set the room up for her.

  Clay stepped in front of her. “Nothing is too good for you, little mate.” He brushed the wet hair from her face. “Beginning now, we will start your training.”

  She gulped. Father, give me strength.

  Dirk stepped over to a dresser, opened it, and pulled out something black. When he waved it, her heart raced. Being blindfolded was her worst fear. She closed her eyes willing her heart to slow. You trust them.

  Clay led her to the mat. “Kneel.”

  As she contemplated being with both men, her vagina clenched. Once more, she prayed she was ready for the sensual journey. Dirk placed the blindfold over her eyes, and instead of tension strangling every muscle, acceptance embraced her. Dirk’s legs brushed her thighs as he ran his hands from her shoulders to her wrists. The scent of his minty soap swirled inside her.

  Carefully, he drew her arms behind her. “We know how much you like to touch us. To prevent you from losing control, I need to bind your hands. Remember, I’ll stop if you say your safe word.”

  She nodded. The safe word was far from the tip of her tongue. He wound the soft cloth around her wrists. The material was tight enough to hold but not enough to be painful.

  “Elena,” Clay said. “You have been an exceptionally brave woman these last few weeks, and we applaud you. I know how much you love sucking on our cocks. We are granting you a few licks before your real education begins.”

  Yes!

  Clay held her chin and placed his cock on her lips. She tightened her stomach and leaned forward. If she only had a short time with him, she wanted to make the most of the experience.

  Her tongue darted out and licked him from balls to tip, collecting drops of water along the way. If she’d had her hands, she would have cupped his balls and squeezed him tight. Now, she’d have to be content with drawing him in her mouth. He lowered his cock to give her a better angle. Swirling her tongue around, she bobbed her head, enjoying his clean taste. He clasped her hair with his free hand and moaned, the sound giving her great pleasure.

  Then he withdrew. “It’s Dirk’s turn.”

  She wasn’t finished playing with him.

  Dirk changed places with Clay. He stood so close his knees brushed her shoulders. When she licked his cock, he massaged her cheeks. Care and love radiated from him. She drew him into her mouth and sucked him hard. His grunts and growls came out more intense than Clay’s, and less than a minute later, he stopped her. No surprise. He was the more sensitive of the two.

  “Bring her over to the bed,” Clay said.

  Dirk helped her stand then scooped her up in his arms. Being carried had become her new favorite pastime.

  He sat her on the mattress.

  “Untie her hands.” The command came from Dirk.

  Once free, they placed her on her back. Clay stroked her face. His palms had more calluses so telling them apart was easy. “We need to have total access to your body. We need to open you up.”

  Unable to picture their plan, she soon found out. Clay grabbed both wrists, and using the soft velvet rope, secured her wrists over her head to the wall somehow. They repeated the procedure on her ankles, stretching her wide. Her stomach fluttered and her pulse raced at the vulnerability. The lack of freedom reminded her of the cage, but these weren’t Hood’s men. These were her mates.

  “You are so beautiful, Elena.” He stroked her belly.

  Clay’s words came tinged with awe and admiration, and her pelvic muscles relaxed. Both men ran their hands along her arms and legs, lulling her into complacency. Because she couldn’t watch them, the plucking of her nipples shocked her.

  “Oh, oh.” Immediately, she pressed her lips together.

  “That’s okay, sweetheart. Moans of pleasure are allowed.”

  Thank goodness. Every touch interrupted her ability to think.

  One of them tapped her nose. “Remember, you must refrain from climaxing, sugar.”

  She saw no reason to agree to that demand. If she came, she’d get her satisfaction and could always come a second time. They’re being selfish. Maybe not. The men wanted her to stay in control for a reason and denying them wasn’t right. She nodded.

  Heightened by her lack of vision, what happened next defied description. Dirk placed a palm on her belly and sucked her nipple while Clay climbed between her legs and licked her. The double assault sent her mind screaming. Her moan came out too loud, but it seemed to signal they should increase the pressure and frequency. Their tongues probed and strummed across her most sensitive nerves, but when Clay drew her clit into his mouth, she bucked her hips and dropped back her head.

  “Clay, I don’t think she’s going to last, and we haven’t even begun.”

  Begun? How long could a woman remain unaffected under this kind of assault? Maybe with experience came control, but right now, she had none.

  “Let’s distract her another way,” Dirk said.

  They were talking crazy here. In seconds, they undid her leg straps and flipped her over. Her wrists were tied and secured to the wall, but she was still comfortable. The bed dipped at the end. A few seconds later, the scent of strawberry lube filled the air.

  “Get her on her elbows and knees.”

  Dirk slid to the side and lifted her into position. Her ass faced Clay. She clenched her rear anticipating what came next. In her mind, having sex in her ass would be the final step in losing her virginity.

  The true leap would be making love to both of them at the same time. Trepidation mixed with joy. The unknown always petrified her, but making the journey with them would be wonderful.

  Clay touched her rear with what felt like another plug.

  “We need to get you used to having a cock in your ass and one in your pussy. This is a little bigger dildo than the tiny plug we used before.”

  Tiny plug? That thing had been huge. Her stomach and her rear both tightened.

  “Dirk, our virgin can’t stop clenching. I’ll never get this thing inside her.”

  “Hold her down then, and let me at her.”

  The words went in and out of her brain. The first blow shocked more than pained. She bit her lip to keep from cursing. The second smack hurt. Pulses spread out across her rear and another blow might force her to call a halt to this cruel punishment. Only her father had spanked her, and that was maybe fifteen years ago.

  The third hit knocked the breath from her lungs. As she opened her mouth to call a halt like she had before, her lower body went wild, gushing and contracting. Oh, my. She held still waiting for another strike to send erotic lust to her veins.

  “You feelin’ the warmth, sugar?”

  Was that what that was called? “Yes, sir.”

  He rubbed her rear. “You’re such a good girl. Now relax those pretty cheeks and let me love you with this dildo.”

  The head pressed against her butthole, and she tightened her jaw to force her ass from clamping down on the object. The bed dipped in front of her, and Dirk’s palms caressed her breasts.

  “Take it easy, sweetheart and let us love you.”

  His tender words helped. Fingers and thumbs twisted both nipples as Clay pressed the huge head past her muscled ring. Her heart hammered at the invasion of something so large entering her, but as soon as the fake cock hit nerves she never knew existed, total bliss spread straight to her center.

  She gulped in air as he worked the dildo in and out of her. Clay slid his free hand under her belly and slipped a finger into her wet opening. The deep craving startled her in its intensity. She released a loud moan.

  “I think she likes it, Clay. Keep pushing.”

  Wicked flames danced up her spine and ignited carnal lust so strong she barely was able to handle the passion. Her breaths came out so fast she became a little light-headed. He twisted and pressed until the hard tip reached the
end.

  Clay tapped her butt. “I want to play with her pussy. Let’s get her on her back.”

  Ah, a dream come true. Dirk and Clay flipped her again. Mouths and fingers descended. Both men licked, plucked, and rubbed every sensitive part of her until she caught fire. A storm that would fell a village swamped her. If only she had the use of her hands, she would have dug her nails into Dirk’s skin.

  “Dirk, I can’t wait any longer.” Clay scraped his too sharp nails along her belly. “Flip her.”

  Good thing they’d blindfolded her. Seeing him shift in front of her might be too much.

  The rope connecting her wrists to the wall disappeared, but her hands remained bound.

  Clay placed his hands on her rear. “I need to replace this little thing with something a lot bigger and more human.”

  Her inner walls fluttered in anticipation. He tapped her rear, and she forced her body to relax as he twisted and tugged on the dildo. It came out with a pop. The vacancy disappointed her, but Clay’s cock would be so much better.

  He removed her blindfold and then leaned over her back. “We want you to see the ecstasy in Dirk’s eyes when he marks you. Are you ready?”

  “Yes.”

  Lube wafted toward her, and a second later, Clay grabbed her hips and pressed the head of his cock to her hole. Involuntary spasms made her clench.

  “Do you need another spanking, sugar?”

  As much as she liked the aftereffect of the pain, she needed his cock now—before she lost her courage. “No, sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Dirk knelt in front of her and once more played with her tits. He pressed their fullness together and thumbed her nipples. Sparks of heated joy bubbled down her spine. Embracing the fiery currents racing through her, Clay pressed his cock into her butthole. Holy mother of God. The man was huge. Her stomach caved and her breath caught.

  “Easy there.” With one hand, he rubbed her back and with the other he clasped onto her neck and prevented her from flying forward as he eased into her.

  Had it not been for Dirk’s sensitive rubbing, she might have said the safe word. Never had she been so filled up. The plug and the dildo were nothing compared to his cock. With each stroke, Clay’s in and out movements grew larger and more forceful. Her back channel stretched and throbbed until a miracle happened. Once her body became accustomed to the pressure and friction, small electric charges of desire jetted outward. Not only did her ass vibrate, but spasms rolled down her inner wall. She pressed down on his cock and he gasped.