Pack Wars Complete Box Set: Paranormal Menage Werewolf Military Heroes

by Vella Day

Kurt rushed to the other side and slid Drake to the passenger side. He went back to the driver’s side and got in, knowing he was about to get drenched in blood. Next he called Chelsea.

  “Yes?”

  “I found him. He’s injured. I’m heading out onto the road and will pull over on the east side. Come up behind me and follow me to the doctor’s.”

  “Okay.”

  He disconnected, not having time for further explanation. He arrived at the intersection, crossed the road, and pulled over to wait for Chelsea. Drake groaned.

  Kurt placed a hand on his back. “I got you. Just rest. We’ll get the antidote in a few minutes.”

  Drake lifted one finger. If that was probably the best he could do, his best friend was in seriously bad shape.

  Headlights reflected off his mirror. When his vehicle pulled behind him, he took off. Chelsea had been to the doctor’s house before, but he doubted she would remember the way, so he was careful not to lose her. He drove only slightly above the speed limit and made certain she was able to keep up. He was proud of her for staying cool under pressure.

  As they neared Gulfside, traffic increased and he was forced to slow. It took a few more minutes than he’d anticipated, but he parked in front of the doctor’s office and Chelsea came in right behind him.

  Before he got out, she was at his door. “How is—oh, my God.”

  He didn’t need her to get in the way. “Go knock on the door and tell Roger we’re here.”

  She took one more look at Drake’s bloody body and took off. Roger must have sensed they’d arrived, because he came out and wheeled the gurney down the ramp off the side of the porch. Between the three of them, they got Drake inside.

  “I need him in the examination room.”

  Deland didn’t ask Chelsea to stay in the waiting room, which had been wise, because she would have insisted she be at Drake’s side. She had just as much interest in his buddy surviving as he did.

  She came up next to him. “You aren’t hurt, are you?”

  He had streaks of blood over his back and rear. “It’s Drake’s blood.”

  “How is he? Really?”

  “Alive.”

  Once he telepathed that Chelsea was now part of their equation, the three of them stripped Drake in a few seconds. Even before Roger cleaned Drake’s nasty wound, the doctor gave him two injections of the antidote.

  Chelsea pressed her lips together and placed a hand on Kurt’s arm. Even her light touch sent his hormones into overdrive.

  “Why can’t you keep a few doses at home so you don’t have to bother the good doctor here every time you get in a fight?”

  Roger picked up some wipes and went to work cleaning up Drake. “How would I make any money, little lady, if I gave away my golden serum?”

  Her mouth cracked open, and Kurt felt sorry for her. “That’s not true. The dosage has a short shelf life. Roger makes the serum each time. It takes a lot of connections to even get the powder he mixes with the liquid to form the antidote.”

  “Oh.”

  He hoped by the time Deland stitched up Drake’s ass, the drug would counteract the poison. Some of the scratches had already begun to heal, which was a good sign. If Drake had been able to shift, he would have healed faster.

  “All done.” Deland placed a sterile pad on top then looked over at Chelsea. “How about I check whether your stitches are ready to come out?”

  “Yes, please. They itch.”

  Deland chuckled. “That’s a good sign.”

  If she was uncomfortable lifting her shirt, she didn’t show it. But boy, her sexy pink bra sure got his cock hard fast.

  The doctor carefully pulled out the stitches and she only winced once. After he cleaned the area, he placed a bandage on top. By tomorrow, you should be good to go.”

  “Thanks.” Although she smiled at Deland, worry pooled in her eyes.

  It was clear Drake had already made a special dent in her heart.

  Kurt glanced at Deland and nodded at Drake. “He’s not responding. Is something else wrong?”

  “No, he needs rest and receive some tender loving care.” The man glanced at Chelsea.

  Her cute little face pinkened.

  Help me get him into the car, okay? Kurt telepathed.

  Sure.

  Drake remained on the gurney while Kurt checked the surrounding area. When he spotted no danger, they wheeled their patient outside. Once they put him in the backseat of Kurt’s car, he turned and faced the doctor. He pulled out his wallet and paid Deland.

  “You mind if we leave Drake’s car here for a few days? I’d feel better if Chelsea sat with Drake. We’ve got an hour’s drive back to the house.”

  Deland knew they had another home, but he didn’t know where.

  “Sure, but you might want to leave the windows open to air it out.”

  “Good idea.” Not only did he leave the windows cracked, he left the doors unlocked. “Mind holding on to the keys? I’ll send someone to detail the car.”

  “No problem.”

  Chelsea climbed in the backseat while he slid in the front. She sat at Drake’s head, lifted it, and placed it on her lap.

  The next two days would be touch and go, but Drake would pull through. He had to. Kurt hoped for all Drake had gone through, he’d succeeded in planting at least one bug.

  Chapter Eleven

  Drake roused from a fog and as soon as he rolled over, an ache tripped up his spine. He groaned.

  “Welcome back.”

  That sweet voice had been rattling in his brain for quite some time, and it actually sounded close. He cracked open an eye. “Hey. How did you get here?” He couldn’t remember much.

  Chelsea’s brows furrowed. “You’re back at the beach house.”

  How did that happen? “That’s good.”

  Memory of the fight surfaced. He had called Kurt, but the rest was a blur. He honestly thought he’d imagined most of it. With only a sheet covering him, he pressed up on his elbows and licked his lips.

  “You want something to drink? Some water maybe?” Chelsea asked.

  “How about a beer?”

  She got off the bed. As gorgeous as she looked, her eyes were a little bloodshot and her clothes wrinkled.

  “How long have I been here?”

  “Since last night.”

  “I’m guessing I got the antidote.”

  “Yes. I’ll be right back.”

  Drake figured Chelsea would confer with Kurt about mixing alcohol with the drug, but since Deland must have administered it last night, Kurt would assure her a beer was fine. Seconds later, they both came in. After a lecture about his careless behavior, he got his desired drink. The first swallow was pure heaven.

  To show them he was good, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, but he kept the sheet on his lap. Even though he no longer detected blood on his skin, he sure did stink. “I need a shower.”

  Kurt scrunched his nose. “You got that right.”

  Chelsea smiled. “I remember the first time you were in a fight and got blood all over you.”

  “Darlin’, if you’re asking if I need help washing that would be a resounding yes.”

  He might look fine, but it probably would take a little while before he’d be back to normal.

  Kurt stepped closer. “Before you two get cozy, tell—”

  “You can always join us.” Drake didn’t want Kurt to think he wasn’t invited.

  “We have a killer to catch.”

  “Spoilsport.”

  “Tell me what you were able to accomplish.” Kurt sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Drake’s response.

  He outlined how he’d gotten in the warehouse and that he’d downloaded a few files. “You got my backpack, right?”

  “No. Where did you leave it?”

  “In the trunk of my car.”

  “Fuck.” Kurt turned.

  Chelsea stood. “Where are you going?”

  “To get the backpack. You stay with D
rake.”

  “You don’t want company?”

  Drake plastered a hand over his heart and groaned. She immediately raced to him. When her mouth opened into that cute ‘O’ he so loved, he laughed. “Just testing.”

  “Oooh, you.”

  Kurt tapped the doorframe. “I’ll be back shortly. Chelsea, take it easy on him. Remember, he needs to heal, no matter how much he tries to tell you he’s good.”

  She smiled. “Gotcha.”

  “Fucktard!” And he’d been looking forward to seeing if lovemaking would make him better.

  As soon as Kurt stepped out the door, he stuck his hand back in and tossed Drake the finger.

  “I saw that.”

  It was all done in good fun.

  “I really do need to shower,” Drake said.

  “I’ll help, but you heard Kurt. No sex.”

  “Define sex.”

  “Oh, no you don’t. You need to get better first.”

  “Why?”

  “You know why. So we can have more sex.”

  She pulled her shirt off over her head and he whistled. “You came ready for action.”

  “Stop it. It’s just a lacy bra.”

  “Let me see if I like you without it as much as I like you with it.” He loved how his flirting made her laugh.

  She stepped close then turned her back. “You want to do the honors?”

  His cock now tented the sheet. If he didn’t get in the shower soon, he’d take her right there, stink or no stink. He stood and unhooked the back. He was tempted to slip his fingers around to her tits, but if he touched her even once, he’d not be able to stop.

  His stupid mouth decided to open. “Turn around.”

  She did, and his claws extended. He had to squeeze his eyes shut for a second before he focused on Mendez and the animals who attacked him. That diffused his sexual urges.

  “Let’s get you washed,” Chelsea said.

  Bare chested, she strutted into his bathroom. Naked, he walked right behind her, enjoying the way her hips swayed. God, she was something else. Every time he got near her, his body went crazy. Fortunately, last night’s rest had truly helped him heal. He didn’t remember ever sleeping so soundly. It was almost as if the doc had given him a sedative. Regardless, he was ready to go. He hoped Chelsea didn’t believe Kurt when he told her he needed more time to recuperate. He guessed he’d have to convince her.

  * * *

  Chelsea’s body vibrated with need and with the relief of knowing Drake was okay. He seemed so much better, but she’d decide how much he could handle once she examined his wounds herself.

  “You’re a little overdressed, young lady.” His voice was strong and full of promise.

  She whipped around. “Oh, yeah?”

  He stepped in front of her and undid the button on her shorts. A quick flick of the zipper, followed by a tug, had her shorts down by her ankles. She was surprised he didn’t take her panties with them.

  “Take them off.” He leaned in close.

  She became mesmerized by his gaze and did as he asked. “Maybe we should turn on the water.”

  He laughed. “Are you telling me what to do? Remember, I’m still the one in control.” He waved a hand. “Since I’m in a generous mood, I’ll get the shower going.” He stepped into the stall, then came back out. “Turn around and slowly slide your panties over your ass. Make me want you more than I already do.”

  He was back—the man she cared for deeply had survived. Right now, she didn’t want to think about the future. Enjoying the here and now was good enough. She leaned over and hooked her thumbs in the waistband. As requested, she inched the panties downward until they were halfway off her ass. She wasn’t quite sure what possessed her, but instead of continuing, she slipped a finger into her pussy and groaned. A low growl sounded behind her. She was pretty sure he wouldn’t shift, but just in case, she peeked over her shoulder.

  “You are so close to getting a spanking for disobeying me. I never said you could pleasure yourself.” His jaw tightened, but in a good way. He didn’t appear to be angry, just on edge.

  “Yes, Master. My bad.”

  She leaned over even more, and inch by inch, edged the panties over her butt. She held on to them until they, too, were down by her ankles. Then she stepped out of them. Slowly, she turned around and waved them like a flag of surrender. If they’d been red, she might have pretended it was a cape, and Drake was the bull she was trying to lure.

  He snatched them out of her hands, brought them to his face, and inhaled. “What you do to me. If you don’t get in the shower this instant, I’m going to fuck you right now.”

  Decisions, decisions. He did need to wash, so she obeyed. Like a good little sub, she stood back and awaited his next command. When he told her to do something, he wasn’t just finding something for her to do. He always had a reason for the command.

  He stepped in and ducked under the faucet. With the water pouring over his shoulders and across his rigid cock, she wanted him so badly, she almost turned around and begged him to take her. If she asked, he’d probably refuse. She’d learned that the hard way the first time.

  “May I ask you a question, Master?”

  “Since you asked so respectfully, I will grant your wish.”

  “The last time we were together, you said you had to abort what we were doing because you got too turned on. Is there something I can do to prevent that from happening again?”

  “No.” He moved closer and drew her near. “If I’m overcome by your sensuality and claim you, would you want me?”

  She appreciated his honesty. “Yes, Master. I want you.” That’s because I’m falling in love with you.

  “Good. As long as you obey, I will make sure your every desire is met.”

  Her heart slammed against her chest. This was it—the time for them truly to be together.

  Keeping his gaze on her face, he reached over for the bar of soap. “Wash me, little sub.”

  As soon as she took the soap, he turned around and palmed the wall. The water sprayed off his muscular back, forcing her gaze downward to his ass. While the stitches were present, there was little evidence of the fight. His ability to heal was truly amazing. She rubbed the bar in her hands, placed the soap back on its shelf, and washed his shoulders. The man had muscles on top of muscles. His body was finely sculpted, and she loved the texture of his skin. In order to cleanse his arms, she plastered her tits to his back and reached forward. Even then, she couldn’t stretch as far as his wrists.

  Since she was leaning on him, she ran her hands under his arms and down his chest. He flexed his pecs and she groaned. Making small circles, she worked her way down his belly, and then drew her hands around his waist to his back. After refreshing her palms with more soap, she washed his back and then his ass, careful not to disturb the stitches.

  “My cock needs washing.”

  “Perhaps I could do a better job if you turned around.”

  He straightened and faced her. His fangs slid over his lips.

  “Master, you’re, um, shifting.”

  He glanced down and closed his eyes. Before her eyes, the fangs retreated. If she didn’t completely believe in werewolves before, she did now.

  “Do you see how hard it is being around you?”

  Wow. Maybe this whole mate thing had merit. The idea of being with him and Kurt for the rest of her life sent goose bumps up her arms. It was every girl’s dream come true.

  “Show me some other evidence, Master.”

  His lips were on hers before she could blink. One hand reached around to her rear and squeezed. Since their chests were plastered together, he pressed his thumb over her nipple and flicked the pad up and down. His tongue demanded entrance, and she happily granted his request. Their exploration was fast and furious. The more contact they had, the hotter she became. His cock pressed against her belly and her juices flowed. She leaned back.

  “Since you’ve been injured, would you like me to suck your
cock to make sure you’re ready?”

  He closed one eye. “You don’t understand the master and submissive roles. I am the one who makes the suggestions. Not you.”

  Damn. She’d messed up again. To show her respect, she lowered her gaze. “I was only trying to help.”

  “I know, little one, and I very much appreciate it. Since you seem so contrite, I will grant your wish.”

  Yes! Now she could torture him. If he got too close to the edge, he wouldn’t let her continue, but it would be fun to try. Knowing how far she could push him would be a useful piece of information.

  She stepped back and gently cupped his hard sac with both hands then rubbed his balls. His stomach muscles tightened. Good. He struggled to control his urges. When she finished enjoying the nubby texture of his skin, she slid one hand up his hard shaft and lightly moved her hand up and down. The growl that burst from his lips pleased her.

  Before he got angry, she leaned over and dragged her tongue across his slit. The salty taste surprised her. Apparently, the water hadn’t rinsed away all the evidence of the pre-cum. Wanting to give him some relief, she dragged her tongue around the head of his cock while she tightened her grip and rolled his balls.

  “Little sub. You are. Very close. To getting. Punished.”

  She loved how he wasn’t able to say all those words in one breath. She straightened.

  “I don’t understand, Master. What would you like me to do?” She knew damn well he wanted her to suck on him, but perhaps he’d touch her again before he sought relief.

  “You know. However, I always like to show rather than tell.” He spun her so the water cascaded over her hair. “I plan on washing every single inch of your body. You will not climax until after you’ve learned to suck my cock properly. I want to show you what torture feels like first hand.”

  She so couldn’t wait.

  Chapter Twelve

  Drake dragged a finger over her nipple and then lightly pinched it. “Remember, rule number one is you don’t move or touch me. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “If you are good, I promise your reward will be worth it.”

  When Kurt told her that, he’d spoken the truth. Drake leaned over and drew a nipple in his mouth. The heady sensation spiked through her and swirled straight down between her legs. Contractions rippled through her clit. How could one touch nearly send her over the edge?