Training Their Mate [Pack Wars-Book 1] (22 page)

Just then Dante drove the fake
cock into her creamy hole and twisted it around.

“Oh, oh, yes!”

The relief, though temporary,
was divine.

“I can see I’m going to have
gag you with my cock.”

She couldn’t wait to suck on
Trax’s cock. See how long he lasted. Shoes landed on the ground and he
discarded his pants and shirt in seconds. “I’m going to lower your legs and
flip you over. I want Dante to have some fun with your ass.”

Together the men readjusted
her leg shackles and flipped her over. They moved the table so that her chest
and head were off one end. The chains reengaged, only this time the chains slid
horizontally to spread her legs wide. The retractable table opened, allowing
Dante to step between her thighs.

“Oohee. Lookie what I get to
play with.”

He pulled the fake cock out
of her pussy before pushing it back in again. While the glass dildo wasn’t nearly
as large as Dante, it was better than nothing. He let go and the buttons on the
fly of his jeans popped. The moment was close when she’d get both men at once.
This was her dream—the ultimate testimony to their love.

Trax moved in front of her
and his purple veined cock stood up proud. He cupped her breasts and pressed
the head of his cock against her lips. His masculine scent stirred her blood.
His thumbs brushed across her swollen nipples and pure bliss shot through her.
She ran her tongue in his slit and lapped up his tangy pre-cum.

He groaned and she repeated
the swipe. This time he pinched her nipples and spikes of pain stabbed her, but
the ache was short-lived. Lust ripped down her breasts and across her belly.
She swore her toes curled from the pleasure.

“Suck me.” His words almost
sounded garbled.

She obliged by slowly
lowering her mouth over his hard shaft and drawing him deeply into her mouth.
When she swirled her tongue around his length, he grabbed her hair with one
hand and tugged. His take charge action stimulated her even more.

“Faster and harder.”

Trax guided her head up and
down. With each pass, she increased the suction and even used her teeth across
his malleable skin.

He stepped back. “Enough.
Position her on her elbows and knees and fuck her ass.”

“My pleasure, bro.”

Dante slipped the glass cock
from her pussy and dragged her juices up her butt crack. The rope was wrapped
so tightly around her arms she couldn’t support herself and dropped back down.

“Trax, untie her.”

Dante lifted her shoulders
until her ass hit her calves. He bent over and drew a nipple into his mouth.
“Come over here and help, bro.”

The clean scent of lemons
wafted up to her, and she assumed it was from the shampoo.

“I thought you wanted me to
fuck her ass,” Dante said.

“In a moment. She tastes so
good.”

Tits didn’t have a taste. It
was her pussy she wanted them to eat. Apparently, they wanted to torment her so
when she came it would rock her world. In the meantime, their slightest touch set
her on fire.

Dante kept one hand on her
back as he stepped to the other side and pinched her nipple. “This one isn’t
even red.”

That was a blatant lie.

He used his teeth to pull the
tip taut, and the sensation nearly lifted her off the table. Then, Trax reached
out and strummed a thumb over her clit and she almost came.

Her groan was too loud. Trax
stopped and stepped back.

“Untie her hands.”

Dante did so and positioned
her on her elbows. He walked behind her and tapped her ass. “Find me the crop.
I want her ass unable to clench before I fuck her.”

She’d had the ruler and that
stung like a bitch. She couldn’t imagine what a crop would do. Her legs were
still spread wide but the first strike barely stung.

“This is to get you used to
the crop.”

The second strike hurt, but
her ass pulsed with need a few seconds later. Dante rubbed her rear as if he
was trying to erase the red line. But it was the third blow that made her eyes
sting. Trax moved to the back.

“Now that’s a nice red ass.”
He used his hand and walloped her ass one time.

She cried out.

“Do you want to use your safe
word, babe?”

“I want a cock like you
promised, Master.”

“Untie her leg irons.”

She wasn’t going to complain,
but it sounded almost as if he was going to let her go and not give her any
release. As Dante worked on undoing the cuffs, Trax moved the lower half of the
massage table together so that it formed a continuous piece once more. He
flipped her on her back, pulled open her legs and climbed on top of the table.

Please
let him fuck me now
.

He leaned over clearly not
ready to grant her wish. “I need to taste your honeyed juices.”

She’d never last. Dante
stepped to the head of the table and draped a blindfold over her eyes. The loss
of sight jarred her for a moment until Trax sucked on her pussy.

She clenched her jaw to keep
from screaming his name. Each swipe of his tongue made her hotter, but when he
pressed in three fingers and curled them, hitting her sweet spot, she bit her
lip. Blood tinged her mouth.

The tongue assault continued
between her legs while Dante nibbled on her too sensitive tits. They seemed to
keep up the torture forever. It was getting harder and harder to control
herself. Surely, one of them wanted to impale her.

She couldn’t stand it any
longer. “Please, Masters.”

Both men stopped and her
heart banged against her chest. They said nothing as one of them lifted her off
the table and held her up with one arm. The table squeaked as if one of them
was climbing on.

“Let me have her.” That was
Trax, which meant Dante was holding her.

He placed her face down on
top of Trax. His hard cock pressed against her pussy and her body sang with
hope.

“Babe, I want you to ride me
and ride me hard.”

The relief nearly took her
breath away. “Yes, Master. Thank you.”

She might not have been able
to see him, but she sure could feel him under her. When she grabbed his cock,
he groaned.

Yes!
This was going to be so much fun.

She moved over him, placed
his cock at her entrance and slid on down. Her slick walls gobbled him up until
his thick base made it impossible to go farther. She placed her palms on his
muscled pecs and lifted up. As slow as she could, she lowered her body. Just
because she could, she milked his cock.

She never expected the slap
to her ass. “Don’t do that to Trax.”

“How did you know I did
anything?
Master
.”

“He told me. Remember we
communicate silently.”

Damn
werewolves
.

“Babe, for that action you
will no longer get any control.” He grabbed her hips, lifted her up, and held
her tight. He thrust upward and impaled her. Her body trembled.

“Let’s lean her forward, bro.”

Dante pressed while Trax
pushed down on her shoulders. Lube scented the air and Dante rubbed the goo all
over her asshole. He slipped in two fingers to get her ready. When he wiggled
them around, her puckered hole gave in and she relaxed. In her dark world,
every touch and smell came at her so fast her body magnified what they were
doing.

“Sugar, you ready for the
ride of your life?”

Chapter Nineteen

Liz merely nodded as she was
unable to speak with Trax’s cock firmly implanted inside her. As Trax held
still, Dante nudged open her back hole. He grabbed her hips and slowly eased
his way in, taking small thrusts to get inside. Her body was bursting at the
seam with cocks.

As much as she tried to
control her breathing, the best she could do was take small puffs. Her nerves fired
in every part of her body, robbing her of most thought. Once Dante was fully
seated, he leaned over and rubbed her tits. His touch caused tremors to blast
down her body.

The men must have
communicated because Trax pulled out while Dante held still. As soon as he
plowed back in Dante withdrew. Their slow easy pace allowed her to accommodate
their size, but as her climax built, she wanted them to go faster. She tried to
press her hips back, but Dante wouldn’t let her move.

Trax must have sensed her
urgency and drove his cock upward. Her stomach tightened as flames of desire
licked her body. The molten heat built as they each seesawed in her. She
couldn’t contain her moans any longer, and soon both men’s grunts and growls grew
louder. Sweat beaded on her forehead as they forged their way in and out.

She must have signaled them
because instead of alternating, they drove in at the same time, and her body
almost exploded. Dante twisted her nipples and her mouth gaped. To hell with
keeping quiet. She wanted them to know she was so close to taking off and never
returning to earth.

“I’m going to come, dammit.”

Trax pulled down her head and
kissed her with more passion that she believed existed. His lips tasted salty,
but his breath was minty fresh. Their tongues sparred. When they broke for air,
Dante’s fingers dug into her butt cheeks and he shot his hot cum into her ass
so hard, she would have jettisoned forward had Trax not held her steady. Dante
leaned over and sank his fangs into her neck, but the quick prick only stung
for a second.

“Sugar. You are mine.
Forever.” He licked her neck where he’d sunk his fangs.

His words seeped into her
soul. Realizing she was now part of their family made her eyes water and her
pulse race.

She was paying so much
attention to Dante’s pulsating cock and his loving words that when Trax sat up,
his cock hit different nerves, and she lost all thought. Stars burst in the
back of her lids and fire raced through her veins. Wave upon wave of the
wildest climax shook her. Right in the middle of the biggest release she’d ever
had, Trax’s seed blew into her. He then leaned forward and sank his fangs into
her shoulder on the other side.

“I love you, Liz Wharton. I
forever will protect you with my life.”

She choked out a sob.

Her pussy stretched and
pulsed and her heart lodged in her throat as she accepted the magnitude of what
just happened. She was finally with her men in every sense.

Her body throbbed as she
dropped on top of Trax. He wrapped his arms around her and tightened his hold.
He kissed her shoulder and nipped the skin. She belonged to them and couldn’t
be happier.

#

Three weeks later

“Okay, light her up.” Liz
hadn’t bothered to put up a Christmas tree in years. She’d asked her mom if she
wanted one last year, but she said it reminded her of the good times that would
never come again.

“Ready?” Dante plugged in the
tree.

She clapped her hands. “It’s
beautiful.”

Dante moved behind her and
pulled her into an embrace. “Not as beautiful as you.”

“Aw.”

He spun her and then kissed
her. When one hand cupped her ass and the other her breast, she stepped back.
“We can’t. The guests will be here any minute.”

“Fuck the guests.” Dante
returned her to his arms and ran his tongue down her neck and across to her
throat.

She allowed her head to fall
back slightly and laughed. “Trax, come save me. Dante is getting horny.”

“Getting horny, sugar? When
I’m around you, I also want you.”

Trax was eight feet away in
the kitchen making the final preparations. “Why don’t you give him a blow job
and then stop when the first guest arrives? That way he’ll be frustrated all
night long. He’ll have to wait until the party is over to have you.”

Dante stepped back. “You
really know how to get to a guy.”

Before she had the chance to
try Trax’s suggestion, the downstairs bell rang. The surveillance camera showed
it was Chelsea.

Her friend was dying to meet not
only Liz’s men, but the other Pack members Liz had told her about. She also
wanted to see what a werewolf looked like up close. Liz rushed downstairs to
greet her. Trax unlocked the door from their loft. Liz rushed down to escort
Chelsea upstairs.

“Hey. You made it.” Liz
hugged her tight, careful of the platter full of cookies Chelsea held. “You
didn’t have to make anything.”

“I didn’t want to come
empty-handed.”

“Come meet my men.” After all
that had happened, there hadn’t been a good time for them to meet. Chelsea had
straightened her long auburn hair and wore a mega sexy, red top. “Nice boobs by
the way.”

Her friend’s face pinkened.
“Do you think it’s too much?”

“Hell, no. I can see it now.
All night long, the rest of the wolves will be after Little Red Riding Hood.”