Pack Wars Complete Box Set: Paranormal Menage Werewolf Military Heroes

by Vella Day

  “Can I do that?” She held out her hand.

  He stepped out of the flow. “You may, but first you need to know something about me and Kurt before you go asking questions like that.”

  “Oh, fuck. You’re gay?” How had she gotten her signals crossed?

  He dropped his head back and laughed. It wasn’t that funny.

  “No, darlin’. We both want you bad, but we both like to dominate. Are you up for that?”

  She drew in her bottom lip, thrilled beyond belief that their desires matched hers. “Yes.”

  “If at any time I do something that either scares you or you don’t like, you can tell me to stop by using a safe word.”

  She had no idea how this dominant thing worked, even though Liz had tried to explain it to her. Not all of the rules had registered. “Do I get to pick it?”

  “If you like.”

  What should she pick? “How about Mendez?”

  His eyes widened. “Mendez it is, though red is the word most women pick.” He grinned and palmed her tit. “One more thing.”

  “Yes?”

  He continued to strum his thumb over her nipple until it puckered. “After our little interlude tonight, Kurt will join us. We’ll decide when you can touch us, when you can speak, and when you can come. If that’s not acceptable, walk away now before I make you mine. Once my cock delves into your sweet pussy, there is no turning back.”

  “You had me at ‘tonight.’”

  Drake’s cheeks dimpled. “Fantastic. Then let the claiming begin!”

  Chapter Five

  Chelsea couldn’t believe she was about to enter a world totally foreign to her, and she wasn’t just talking about having sex with a werewolf. “Where do we begin?”

  He arched a brow. “I like that you asked, but please call me Master.”

  Now she laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”

  Faster than she thought possible, he drew her arms behind her back and pressed his chest against her tits. “One more rule. Don’t question either of us. Ever.”

  She looked for the twinkle in his eye but found none. “Yes, Master.” That sounded odd to her, yet strangely exciting.

  He let go of her arms and stepped back. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I forgot about the stitches.”

  Adrenaline coursed through her system. She hadn’t felt a thing. “Apology accepted, Master.”

  He handed her the soap. “Please wash my cock.”

  Oh, my God. She’d never washed a cock before. In fact, she wasn’t sure if she should rub the soap over the tip or get her hands soapy and then stroke him. She decided to go with her second choice. Her heart skipped a beat. She rubbed the bar on her palm and then placed it back on the soap holder. She approached him.

  “Be careful, darlin’. He’s ready to explode.”

  “We can’t have that.” It would suck if he came before they made love. With care, she washed his balls, and then used both hands to rub his cock. His groan started low in his chest then rumbled upward. She increased the pressure.

  Drake grabbed her wrist. “Enough. You did an admirable job, but if you continue, you may not like the result. Now, it’s my turn. Turn around. You look dirty.”

  She swallowed a smile and did as he asked. He wrapped an arm around her waist and edged open her legs with his foot. He kept moving them wider and wider until her feet hit each side of the stall. He leaned forward until his chest pressed against her back and his lips touched her ear. His cock wedged between her legs and each time he moved a muscle, it rubbed against her throbbing clit.

  “Don’t move.”

  She wasn’t sure she could if she’d wanted to, especially considering how tightly he had her in his grasp. The showerhead came off the wall, and he sprayed water on her tits. He then returned the head to the empty clip. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him grab the bar of soap. Shivers of anticipation tripped up her spine. He rubbed the bar over her nipples then under her breasts. Using only the edge, he lowered it across her belly but cruelly stopped an inch from her pussy. An ache the size of Florida grabbed her, and she pressed her hips back. She didn’t understand why she was so desperate, but Drake turned her inside out.

  He returned the bar to the holder and used both hands to massage one breast. “You are so perfect.”

  She didn’t know if she should respond but decided he might like it. “Thank you, Master.”

  He plucked the nipple and pressed hard on the tip to twist it. Spikes of lust shot downward, and she groaned as her pussy contracted. Never had one touch sent her spiraling out of control so fast.

  “I see my darlin’ is highly sensitive. I like that.” He pinched the nipple again. “I wonder what you will do when I impale you.” He rubbed her belly, and his fingers edged close to the apex of her thighs. “I hope you like to get punished, because it might be hard for you to refrain from climaxing until we deem it appropriate.”

  “I thought you were kidding, Master. No woman would be able to hold back an orgasm when you are impaling her.”

  “I appreciate that you find me attractive.” He laughed and then grabbed hold of her butt. “I hope you like a little pain, because with pain comes pleasure.”

  What did that have to do with not climaxing? Oh, crap. Maybe it would be painful and tormenting not to come. Suddenly, she questioned whether she was ready for someone like him.

  Before she could decide whether she should stop now, he slipped his palm down her belly and dipped a finger in her pussy. Electric sparks lit her up and heated her from the inside out. No way could she stop now.

  She lifted her head and arched her back. With his other hand he picked up the soap again, dragged the bar over her other breast, and then up and over her shoulder. The slow seductive way he touched her ignited nerves in every part of her body.

  She twisted in his arms to face him. “I should wash you now, Master. Please?”

  He chuckled. “If you can’t handle me running a bar of soap over your body, how will you resist when I lick your pussy?”

  She swallowed hard. “I don’t know.” Maybe she couldn’t. He was probably used to experienced woman, and she was a virgin to BDSM.

  He dragged a knuckle down her cheek. “Don’t worry. Kurt and I are expert trainers.”

  “You’ve trained a lot of women, Master?” If so, where were they? Did these two men love them then leave them? She didn’t want to be like those women.

  “Oh, shit. I didn’t mean to imply we go around tying up women just so we can fuck them. We wanted to be the perfect lovers for the woman we plan to spend the rest of our lives with, and we wanted to practice. Believe me, all those women understood the relationship was temporary.”

  What was her role? He implied she was going to have a permanent place in their lives. But how was that possible? They didn’t even know her.

  His hands stilled. “I need to shut up and kiss you.”

  He slid one leg between hers and leaned her forward as he captured her lips. The moment their bodies touched, fire flared. He ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth, and she opened to invite him in. It didn’t surprise her when he claimed her mouth. The sweet tang of coffee on his tongue ignited her further.

  Their exploration started out slowly. But as they got used to each other, the intensity increased. He cupped her head and pulled her closer. When he bent his knees and hooked his cock under her pussy again, she burst into flames. His dick pressed against her clit and she went wild. Her hands reached around his back, and she closed her thighs for more contact.

  He stepped back. “I didn’t give you permission to move your legs.”

  “I—” She made a mistake but wasn’t willing to admit it. Instead, she bent over and offered her ass to him. “Do you want to spank me, Master?”

  He grabbed her shoulder with one hand and walloped her ass with the other. The sting bloomed across her rear and brought tears to her eyes. Never did she expect him actually to hit her. She was about to say something when a second blow
descended.

  Holy shit, that hurt.

  “Do you want to use your safe word?”

  She was about to say yes when something strange happened. Lustful spasms raced along her inner walls. How was that even possible?

  “No, Master.”

  “Stand up and face me.”

  She didn’t intend to disobey him this time.

  “Spread your legs like before.”

  She repositioned her feet.

  “Keep your gaze downward and clasp your hands behind your back.”

  When she did as he asked, the vulnerability heightened every nerve. His command had come out stern, but from the way his cock was pulsating, she bet he acted this way because it turned him on, too.

  Hell, it excited her even more.

  “That’s good.” He cupped both of her breasts and ran his thumbs across her nipples. “You are incredibly beautiful.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “Remember what I said about controlling your urges. Do not come until I give you permission, or you may not like the punishment.”

  “Yes, Master. No climaxing.”

  “And do not move.”

  She prayed that she’d keep all these rules straight in her head.

  The water continued to pummel the wall, and the deflected spray kept her damp. He leaned over and took one nipple in his mouth as he rubbed the other. The first pull caused her to rise on her toes. He growled and she retreated. With each swirl of his tongue and with every twist, her juices exploded. She couldn’t imagine how she’d ever prevent herself from coming if he kept this up. But if she failed, could she tolerate the punishment? Her ass was already vibrating with need.

  Just then, he separated her pussy lips. “Would you like several of my fingers in your pussy?” He tapped the top of her mons.

  “Yes, Master.” She wanted his cock even more, though.

  “What have you done to deserve such a reward?”

  She had to earn them? “Nothing, Master.”

  “Precisely.” He moved the showerhead and handed her the bar of soap. “You may wash my back.”

  As much as she wanted to touch him, his order didn’t sit well with her. However, since her body was thrumming, she probably would have agreed to scrub the floor if it meant she’d get his cock. With the soap in hand, she rubbed his back. Then she used her hands to work up a light lather. His muscles flexed under her touch. She loved the power in his shoulders, and trailed her hands close to his neck.

  “Lower.”

  She obeyed and cleaned the area she’d just scrubbed. All that was left was his delicious ass. Did he want her to scrub that? Why not? Skin was skin. Just as she rubbed his tight cheeks, he turned around and her hand landed on his cock. Whoops.

  “Get on your knees.”

  The tile floor would be hard, but she did as he asked. When she looked up at him, he tapped her head to lower it. Damn. These rules were hard to remember. Using the showerhead, he rinsed his cock.

  “Suck on him.”

  To show him how compliant she could be, she laced her hands behind her back and leaned over.

  “Not only are you beautiful, you’re also very obedient.”

  Instead of sucking on him, she made tiny flicks with her tongue on the base of his cock. He hissed and she inwardly smiled. Two could play at this game.

  He grabbed her hair and tugged hard enough to pull but not enough to hurt. “Suck means place your mouth on my cock.”

  Her filter flew away and she looked up at him. “What have you done to deserve it?” She thought she was being cute. From the way he frowned, he hadn’t taken it that way.

  His lips pressed together. He shut off the water, grabbed her hand, lifted her, and pulled her out of the shower. When she got to the bath mat, he stopped and faced her.

  “I thought you agreed to obey.”

  “My bad, Master.”

  “It’s clear you have no discipline. I need to rectify that.”

  She hoped he didn’t want to beat her into submission. At least she had enough sense to lower her gaze. “Yes, Master. I’d like to learn.”

  If the punishment got out of control, she would most definitely use her safe word.

  “That’s a good girl. Now, don’t move while I dry you.”

  Was drying her off the manner of his punishment? If so, she’d have to figure out more ways to be bad. She blew out a breath, happy he’d forgiven her. He took the end of the towel and dabbed her nipple a few times, and the rough terry cloth made the tip pucker. When he moved to the other one, her wet hair dripped down her body and dampened her breast again.

  “I can see we have a problem.”

  She hoped he didn’t think it was her fault. He dragged the towel down her entire chest, waited a few seconds then repeated the drying, but to no avail. If he would just dry her hair, he wouldn’t have an issue, but far be it for her to make such an obvious suggestion.

  His touch stimulated her every time the towel touched her body. He then did the unspeakable. He pulled the cloth between her legs over and over again, and she realized getting her dry wasn’t his plan. It was to make her crazy with desire.

  Drake tossed the towel. “Oh, fuck it.”

  He dipped his shoulder and lifted her upside down in a fireman’s hold. She wiggled to get free.

  He slapped her ass hard. “Don’t move.”

  Come on. Now he was being unreasonable. Instead of going to his room, he brought her into her own, unceremoniously dropped her on the bed, and stalked out.

  “Where are you going?” She refused to add the Master to her question.

  He didn’t answer her as he headed down the hallway. His door opened then closed.

  Her pussy throbbed and her tits needed more attention, but giving in so easily wasn’t her style. If he thought she’d go running into his room and beg him to fuck her, he was wrong. It didn’t matter part of her urged her to chase after him.

  She rolled on the bed to get dry. Dammit! Her pajamas were in his bathroom. Well, they’d just have to stay there. She could wear something else to bed.

  She’d just gotten off the bed to find her comfy T-shirt when he returned with a length of rope.

  “Where are you going?” He actually sounded concerned. “To Kurt’s room?”

  The thought hadn’t entered her mind, but now that he mentioned it, maybe Kurt would treat a naked woman better. “No.”

  He waved the rope. “Get on the bed.”

  She liked that command and hustled to please him. Who was she kidding? She hustled to please herself.

  Once on her back, she widened her legs in open invitation. Only now did she notice her bed had tall posts on all four corners.

  “You are truly a gorgeous sight to behold. There is nothing more appealing than a beautiful submissive.”

  The whole concept of letting someone else take control was foreign to her. But with what she’d been through, trusting a man like Drake to take charge, at least in the bedroom, might be nice.

  Drake knelt between her legs and in seconds, had her ankles secured to the bedposts. When he finished, she felt completely vulnerable. Naked was one thing, but being tied to a bed with her legs spread wide open made her helpless.

  After what Mendez had attempted, she should have freaked, except the way this man admired her—wanted her—and needed her, seemed noble and sincere. She was willing to give herself up to him.

  “How sore is your arm? Can you lift it over your head?”

  At the doctor’s office she hadn’t been able to. She tried again, and fire boiled through her left arm. “Not easily, Master.”

  “Then I will tie your wrists together, but you are not to touch me. Clear?”

  She nodded.

  “And, unless you want a terribly painful spanking, do not climax until I give you permission.”

  She didn’t know why he had to keep reminding her. “I don’t want to sound insolent, but why don’t you want me to have an orgasm?”

  “Be
cause this is your first time, I will explain. Each time you are denied a release, the next time becomes more intense. Eventually, when I grant you permission, you will be so desperate that your climax will sweep you away and be more amazing than any you’ve ever experienced. Trust me. It’s to make our lovemaking out of this world.”

  Put that way, it might be worth the torment of not coming in order to have something so monumental happen.

  He plucked a nipple. “Ready?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He crawled between her legs and lightly licked her inner thighs. Her heart raced and her pussy cramped. His thumbs pressed her legs open wider and exposed more of her. With each lick, he got closer and closer to the apex of her thighs, and by the time he neared, she was sweating, imagining what it would be like to have him lick her clit.

  His fingers crawled across her belly and, just as he rubbed her sore nipple, he swiped his tongue between her lower lips. Oh, my God. Her back arched instinctively, and bursts of electric tremors raced up her body. He continued the relentless assault by flicking his tongue over her clit repeatedly, and she cried out his name.

  He lifted his head. “Chelsea…”

  “I didn’t come, I swear.” But I was so close.

  He knelt and placed his knees on either side of her hips. He leaned back. With one hand on his cock, he swiped it across her opening. The taunt heated her body. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like if he actually drove his cock into her.

  When he finally leaned over her, she thought he would give her what she wanted. But did he? No. He placed his mouth over a nipple and swirled a tongue around her swollen crest. The light touch was more arousing than when he’d sucked on it.

  Did he expect her to beg?

  She might have to.

  While he teased her breasts, he repeatedly dragged the head of his cock across her clit. Then, he dipped inside her an inch. At first, she’d assumed they would have sex, but when he didn’t enter her any farther, she wasn’t convinced.

  He nipped at her swollen nipple and pulled it taut. “Do you want me to fuck you?”