Pack Wars Complete Box Set: Paranormal Menage Werewolf Military Heroes

by Vella Day

  “Please, Master.”

  He thumbed her clit. “Please, Master, what?”

  “Please, Master, fuck me.”

  “Patience.”

  She didn’t want to have any more patience. This slow seduction had her near the breaking point. He pried open her lips with his thumbs and slowly circled her clit with his tongue. The light pressure was worse than when he’d turned on the dildo and drove it in and out of her.

  She sniffled to keep her tears from soaking the cloth.

  He groaned. Suddenly, he released her right leg and then her left. She didn’t move, awaiting his instruction. When he untied her wrist restraints, she lowered her arms and rubbed them.

  A kiss was the last thing she expected, but having his bare chest plastered to her body and his hard cock pressed against her belly weakened not only her legs but her brain. Her lips worked furiously against his as her hunger nearly consumed her. His groans sounded more like growls when mixed with her moans.

  She gave up the fight and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “God, Liz, I have to have you.”

  “Yes, yes, yes.”

  So she’d forgotten to say, Master. Perhaps he was so turned on that he forgot. He stilled. Oh, shit.

  “You will pay for that slip.”

  Fuck me. She was too weak for this man. He lifted her up and carried her somewhere. Their skin was slickened with sweat, and they glided off one another. With a quick flip, she was face down, but still in his arms.

  “I want you on your elbows and knees. I want that pretty little ass high in the air.”

  She’d never had a cock in her rear hole and wasn’t sure she could handle one, especially a cock as big as Trax’s.

  He set her down on something nicely padded. From the fact he only lowered her a few inches, she guessed she might be on top of the massage table. He scooted her forward then spread her knees wide. Knowing she was about to get his dick, her pussy convulsed time and time again. Her nipples ached not only from need but from use. She wet her lips because her panting had dried them out.

  Hurry.

  She wiggled her ass, and a second later Trax placed a hand on her rear. “What did I say about moving, little sub?”

  That did seem to fit with the master concept, but she wasn’t sure she could ever be a total submissive. When she didn’t respond straps of leather smacked her ass, not hard enough to really hurt, but they did sting.

  “I’m sorry, Master. I’ll try to be good.”

  “If you can’t control your urges, would you like me to whip your pussy?”

  Shivers encircled her, and they weren’t the good kind. “No, Master.”

  That might have gotten her to say her safe word. He dragged that leather thing across her ass and even that much pressure made her clench her cheeks. The hard slap was unexpected, but it did serve to warm up her insides.

  “When Dante comes in your ass, you will need to learn to relax. Now don’t move.”

  She bowed her head and was rewarded with caress on her back. Latches coming undone sounded and suddenly the table came apart. “Master?”

  “Don’t worry. The table separates, allowing me better access to your pussy.”

  She thought she’d get his cock. She must not have held in her displeasure because he spanked her again.

  “Ouch.” She refused to add the sign of respect.

  “That will cost you.”

  Damn. She needed his cock so bad she was willing to stay locked up in the vault of an apartment for weeks, if that’s how long it took to get him to fuck her. “I’m sorry, Master.” Not.

  He climbed up behind her. When she lifted her head, he slipped his cock under her pussy and rocked back and forth. Her juices coated him. At the same time, the friction rubbed against her clit and drove her higher. Here she thought the torture would stop.

  Reaching under her chest, he pinched both nipples so hard she gurgled. No words came out. The ache intensified quickly, but dissipated almost as fast as a sweeping wave of lust slammed into her. If she didn’t get his cock soon, she’d tear off the damn blindfold and run downstairs naked. If Dante wasn’t there, she’d take the first man she could find. There had to be something in the air. She’d never been this needy before.

  She’d never been this desperate before, let alone so close to despair. Trax had pushed her way past her limits. His cock edged her opening and her breath caught.

  “I need you.” His strangled admission almost did her in, but she held on tight, wanting to give him his release, too.

  The first thrust was hard and fast. His size stretched her to the max, but the friction was divine bliss. He leaned over her back and kissed her shoulder, acting as if this was as special to him as it was to her. When he cupped her breasts and twisted her nipples, waves of fevered lust swamped her. His cock set her body on fire and sent deliciously wicked flames up her pussy walls.

  She couldn’t breathe. Her mouth gulped in air and she buried her head in her hands as she spiraled out of control.

  “Jesus, but you’re so fucking tight.”

  His subsequent thrust tipped her over the edge and way past the point of no return. As he pinched her nipples, it was as if she was swimming in a sensual fog, unaware of anything but the two of them in a tight embrace.

  She clamped her hands over her ears to keep the blood from pounding.

  “Come for me.”

  His voice, while muddled, finally registered and the joy in knowing she could give in to her urges filled her with unbridled ecstasy.

  His hands slipped to her hips and his grip tightened. He pumped hard and fast, and she let the joy take over. Her release splintered her, scattering her thoughts in every direction, while her pussy burned and sang.

  The hottest fire raged inside her as his climax shot powerfully inside her. His cock expanded and pulsed. He slid his hands around her and held on tight as if he never wanted to let her go. Or at least, she allowed herself to imagine the joy of him never releasing her.

  Only when their breaths calmed did he pull out. “Relax. I need to clean you up.”

  Since the table was wide open to the middle, she lowered one leg to the floor and followed it with the other. Her chest dropped onto the top. The door behind her opened and she figured the blindfold wasn’t necessary. Besides, she wanted to get a good look at the huge object that had just impaled her.

  She was just getting her second wind when he came back with a towel. His eyes widened, but he said nothing about the blindfold removal. She lowered her gaze from his face to his huge cock that didn’t seem to have gone down an inch.

  “You’re huge, Master.”

  “The better to fuck you with, my dear.”

  She was surprised the man had a sense of humor. He swiped the warm cloth between her legs and even the act of him caring for her made her heart skip a beat.

  “Anyone home?” The shout came from the living room.

  Oh, crap. Dante was here.

  “In the playroom,” Trax shouted.

  Why did he have to do that? She tried to edge past him to grab her clothes, but he stopped her. She looked up to see if he wanted her to hide. He grinned and pulled her in front of him.

  The door opened and Dante strode in. The light coming from the living room obscured his features but his stance widened and he hooked his thumbs in his jeans, looking like a gunslinger ready to shoot.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Well hell. If I had known you wanted to get laid, you should have called me.”

  Liz hadn’t wanted to get laid. She wanted to make love with Trax. There was a big difference. “Trax was comforting me.”

  “I’m sure he was. Your tits are nice and rosy and your pussy is a sweet pink. Looks like my brother sure did give you a lot of comfort.”

  Even though she’d made love with Dante, she tried to cover her pussy with her hands, but that only served to bunch up her tits. “I need to get dressed.”

  Dante stepped forward. “What’s
your hurry? Looks like Trax here has you all ready and primed.”

  While she adored Dante and loved what he did to her body, she wasn’t sure she was ready to swap men.

  He kicked off his shoes and lowered his jeans. She wanted some gentle loving. As she stepped forward, Trax held her arms. “I didn’t give you permission to go anywhere.”

  How far was he planning to take this Dom thing? She had to decide what if anything she wanted to do about it. Her pussy was vibrating, but when she thought about being taken roughly by Dante, her nipples hardened.

  Or did he want to fuck her ass? She wasn’t sure what she thought about that. Dante’s gaze never left hers as he shucked his jeans. His cock stood at attention. With her pussy swollen from Trax, she wasn’t sure he’d even fit.

  “How about getting the nipple clamps, Dante? And a plug while you’re over there.”

  Nipple clamps? Her nipples were already so tender that even one suck might give her another climax. Dante returned and slid his hands over her tits and pulled on the tips. Electric pulses shot straight to her stomach and then down her inner walls. My God, what the man did to her. His cock was already hard, but she wasn’t sure she wanted something in her ass right now.

  Trax leaned over her shoulder. “Now you’ll know what it’s like to have two men love you. But don’t worry, I’ll hold Dante back.”

  Did that mean they’d fuck her ass another time?

  Paper tore and as she twisted her head, Trax tightened his grip. “Let it be a surprise. You’ll like it so much better.”

  Dante reached around her and waved the plug in front of her face. It looked huge.

  “Bend her over.”

  Trax moved to the side and pressed on the back of her head forcing her to place her hands on her knees. From her vantage point, she saw Dante move behind her and spread her legs apart. He dragged a finger down her butt crack forcing her to clench her ass.

  “Bro, this isn’t going to work. She’s not even pink.”

  “I swear she was. I must not have given her all that she wanted.”

  They were acting like she wasn’t there. Trax moved to her head and held her shoulders. His cock was right under her mouth. The temptation got the best of her and she drew him into her mouth.

  “Sub, I did not give you permission to suck on me. Dante punish her.”

  She noted he did nothing to stop her from continuing to give him a blowjob. His comment had been a ploy to redden her ass. Dante’s first slap brought tears to her eyes. Her ass was already red from Trax’s spanking. They had to see how sensitive she was. With his cock in her mouth, her cry came out muffled.

  “Another one,” Trax commanded.

  The second strike had her heart jumping. She was about to lift up and use her safe word, but Dante rubbed out the hurt then kissed her cheeks. He unscrewed something and a pleasant citrusy scent wafted over to her. It wasn’t until Dante’s finger pressed against her butthole that she realized it was lube.

  She lifted her head, but Trax pressed it down again. She decided to see if she could make him lose control and not worry about what Dante was going to do to her. He dragged something hard across her ass and between her cheeks.

  “This is just a little tiny plug to get you used to having a real man in your ass.”

  While tempted to clench, she sucked hard on Trax’s cock to stop from tensing. Tightening her stomach, she was able to lift both hands. With one hand, she fondled his balls and with the other she wrapped it around his cock. He hissed and she inwardly smiled.

  Dante pressed a thumb against her anus and she jerked. He slipped his cock between her legs and rubbed it back and forth against her clit. She must have sucked too hard on Trax because he stepped out of her grasp.

  “Enough. Dante, put in the plug. Now.”

  “Yes, sir!” His chuckle followed.

  How come he could joke with Trax, but when she tried it, he punished her by preventing her from climaxing?

  Dante pressed the not-so-small plug against her ass and pushed inward. Yikes! The thing was bigger than a cock, or so it seemed. He twisted it right then left and hit all sorts of strange nerves. It burned at first and was a little uncomfortable having something back there.

  He pushed on the end so hard she nearly tripped forward. Dante patted her butt. “All set.”

  Neither man said anything, but both turned her around so that her back was to Trax who lifted her shoulders. Dante stepped over to the table and picked up something silver. It was a Y-shaped chain with clips on the end. Her mind reeled.

  “Hold her, Trax.”

  Trax wrapped one arm around her waist and the other lightly across her neck. Her nerves shot to high alert. “What are you going to do?” She swallowed the burst of fear that squeezed her heart.

  “Liz?” Trax’s voice came out low and gruff.

  Shit. “Sorry, Master.”

  Trax slightly released the pressure on her stomach. “This will only hurt at first. Then the joy will make your pussy cream so hard, you will have to use all of your control not to come. You do know how to control your base urges, don’t you?”

  No. “Yes, Master.”

  “Dante, go ahead.”

  He stepped in front and the moment he clipped a sharp clamp on her swollen nipple the pain ripped through her, down her body, and back up her spine. When he repeated the action on the other side, it took her control not to cry out. Then, her body embraced the pain and endorphins shot out from the tips and set her pussy on fire once more. She clenched her ass, and spikes of need radiated all down her rear. Almost every part of her body was ready to explode.

  She thought that Trax would want her to suck on his cock, but he seemed happy holding her down. It was when he slipped his left hand from her throat to the end of the chain and tugged that she yelped.

  Dante clamped down on Trax’s wrist. “Easy, bro. I want to suck on those tits. You already had your turn.”

  His sincerity wasn’t as convincing as it could have been. Perhaps they were determining her pain level.

  “Pick her up, bro.”

  With his right hand, Trax lifted her up six inches and moved her closer to Dante who grabbed hold of her inner thighs.

  “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you all day.”

  She closed her eyes, ready for him to plunge his cock into her, but he didn’t. These men seemed driven to make her wait. He dropped to his knees and sucked on her pussy. Blasts of need slammed into her. The contractions rippling through her forced her to tighten her butt, but that only made her ache for more. The plug almost seemed to grow as Dante flicked his tongue all around her opening. It was when he nipped her clit that she bit her lip to keep from screaming his name. As he continued to lick her pussy, he reached up and tugged on the chain. Both nipples dragged down and she let out a whimper.

  He sat back on his haunches then pushed to a stand. “Let’s get rid of this chain. Wait until you see what happens next.”

  She’d get his cock? Her nipples were close to being numb and when he took off the clamps and blood rushed to the end, she squeezed her eyes to keep the pricks of pain from felling her. Dante licked both nipples. Instead of easing the sensations, it seemed to triple the lust. Her needy cunt convulsed over and over again. How she needed a cock again, she didn’t know, but she was ready for him.

  Dante must have sensed her urgency because he grabbed hold of his cock and drove it straight up her pussy. Since half of her body was already taken up with the butt plug, she was packed full of cock.

  “Holy fuck.” She clamped her mouth shut, fearing Trax would tell Dante he couldn’t have her.

  Instead, Dante laughed. “Hold her arms back, Trax, and don’t let her touch me.”

  When Trax pulled her elbows back, her breasts stretched taut. Dante leaned forward and captured her lips. Gone was the nice man she’d made love with before. This man seemed possessed. The harder he pounded into her swollen pussy, the hotter she got. Desperate to taste him, she opened his mouth an
d invited him in. Dante obliged, and his tongue tangled with hers.

  Trax must have felt left out because he lifted his knee into her butt crack and hit the plug. The pressure from the fake cock, combined with Dante’s dick, made her lose control.

  She dropped her head back and broke the kiss. “Help me. I’m coming.” Her strangled cry sounded far away even to her.

  Dante lowered his head onto her shoulder and not only did he ram his cock deeper in her pussy, but he bit her shoulder. She felt the prick and the dribble of blood, but for some reason, she experienced little pain. Maybe she was too swept away by her climax to feel the teeth breaking the skin. She’d never soared higher. Being with two men was the epitome of love.

  Dante growled and on his next stroke, his powerful jism blasted her back wall and seared her from head to toe. Trax nibbled on her neck then kissed the tender spot below her ear as if to calm her beating heart.

  Her mind shattered with what just happened and Dante withdrew. He stepped back and grinned.

  “Fuck, that was mighty fine. I don’t think we can ever let you go.”

  She hoped he was kidding because she was a woman on a mission.

  * * *

  Dante pulled two beers out of the fridge and handed one to Trax. He glanced over at the bedroom door. It was closed. Good. The three of them had eaten chicken that Trax had prepared, and then Liz said she needed to take a shower and head to bed. He couldn’t blame her. She’d had a rough day. First with Couch trying to shoot her, and then being put through her training session with Trax.

  “How did you enjoy your first go around with Liz?” Dante kept his voice low. He could have telepathed his question, but it took less energy to speak.

  Trax swigged the beer. “Christ, she was perfection.”

  Dante dropped down on the chair across from him. “Do you think it’s time we tell her we’re werewolves?”

  Trax’s eyes darkened and a hint of amber shone through. “No.”

  Once more, the urge to knock some sense into his brother surfaced. “Why not? You know as well as I do that she’s going to be our mate.”

  “She’s not ready.” Trax cocked a brow. “Why did you bite her?”