Pack Wars Complete Box Set: Paranormal Menage Werewolf Military Heroes

by Vella Day

  He lifted his head. “You are so beautiful and so good.”

  “Thank you.” His affirmations always went straight to her core. The urge to touch his cock made her fingers twitch, but she wouldn’t be fast enough to reach him. His reflexes were much better than hers.

  “Shall I wash your hair?”

  If I can hold onto your cock while you do it.

  His fingers touching her scalp would be soothing, but standing would still test her resolve. “I’d like that.”

  He picked up the shampoo and poured some on her head. Since the water was pummeling her back, he moved her away from the spray. As his fingers massaged her scalp, tingles raced down her spine, and her muscles relaxed under the light pressure.

  She closed her eyes and dropped her head forward. Drake moved so close, his cock almost brushed her belly. She wished he’d tuck it between her legs. The rubbing alone, though, might cause a reaction he wouldn’t approve of. Preventing her own climax would be the hardest thing she’d ever have to do.

  He clutched her hips and pressed on her back. “Bend over so I can rinse you.”

  She opened her eyes and leaned over. Why did he have to position himself so that her mouth was an inch from his cock? Her tongue twitched to lick him and her mouth watered.

  He used the handheld showerhead to rinse her hair. Being in the shower with a hot dom was great, but unless she disobeyed, she’d never get spanked. Just as the last of the soap rinsed clear, she grabbed his cock and drew him into her mouth.

  He didn’t move.

  Aha. He likes it too much.

  She sucked hard and tightened her grip. After three more pumps, he grabbed her shoulders and lifted her.

  “Chelsea, please.” In a flash, he turned off the water and flipped her around so she had to support herself with her palms on the wall.

  He stepped behind and rubbed her nipples. Streaks of pleasure filled her. She wiggled her butt, and he lowered a hand along her belly until he slipped a finger into her pussy. Her blood burned. When he crooked his finger and hit her sweet spot, she nearly blasted off.

  “I can’t wait to fuck your sweet pussy.” He widened her stance.

  Then hurry.

  With his right hand, he cupped her chin and titled her head back. His other hand guided his cock into her creamy cunt. Her need was so strong she wanted him to thrust into her, but instead of the pounding she expected, he swirled his dick around her opening, teasing her, and building the heat to near boiling. It was so unfair.

  “Do you want my cock?”

  She hadn’t been able to keep from moaning the moment he touched her. “You know the answer.”

  That should garner her some punishment.

  He tightened his hold on her neck, forcing her to arch her back. “Yes or no?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He impaled her with one thrust. Her walls screamed from being stretched to the max. It seemed his cock had gotten larger than the last time. The hand he’d used to hold his cock slipped around front and pinched her clit. Chaos slammed into her. With each thrust, her body coiled tighter as her climax threatened to topple her over the edge. She swallowed hard to keep from coming.

  He lowered her chin then let go of it. Together with his other hand, he cupped her breasts. He juggled them at first, and then twisted her nipples. Spikes of rampant desire flooded her. She couldn’t last much longer.

  “My cock loves your body so much.” He dipped his head onto her shoulder and nibbled his way toward her neck.

  His grunts increased, and when she inadvertently milked his cock, he growled. “Come for me, darlin’.”

  His command came none too soon. An inferno consumed her as her climax hit her with wave after wave of lustful bliss. Her walls contracted and flames licked her spine. She let out a scream that reverberated off the shower walls.

  His grip tightened and his huge cock filled her. As soon as his cum blasted out of him, stars burst behind her closed eyes. She was positive she was coming apart at the seams.

  He lowered his hands and, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, sharp pricks sank into her shoulder. It took a second for her mind to comprehend what just happened.

  Oh, my God. He’d claimed her.

  With his head on her back, Drake said nothing more as he withdrew and rubbed her belly. He pulled the showerhead from the wall, and once the water warmed, washed her pussy.

  Pink streaked over her breast. “Drake?” She ran her finger in the rivulet of what she thought was blood. “Did you bite me?”

  “Yes. I hope it didn’t hurt.” He cupped her face. “It means you are mine. Forever.”

  His wording seemed a little one-sided, but she liked the sentiment. “Do I get to accept or not?”

  He stepped close and kissed her with a feather soft kiss. “Of course. I will do anything if you’ll say you want to be with us.”

  That was the missing ingredient. Kurt. “Does he feel the same way?”

  “Yes, but he’s a little preoccupied right now.”

  “I know.” She pushed the hair out of her eyes.

  “Let’s get you dry.”

  “Can I dry you?”

  He laughed. “You will learn your merest touch gets me so excited that I’ll have to claim you again. Right now you need to rest.”

  That was true. “Can I get a rain check?”

  “I will grant you one towel drying experience, free of charge.”

  She palmed his chest. “Do I get to touch you wherever I want?”

  “Darlin’, you should know the answer to that.”

  That would be a no. Oh, well, she had to try.

  * * *

  When Kurt returned home with the backpack, they’d just finished drying and dressing.

  “Let’s see what you’ve got,” Kurt said as he handed the gear to Drake.

  “Let me boot up my laptop, and we’ll have command central on the kitchen island.”

  It took Drake about a half hour to set up his computer and download the files. She tried to see what information he had, but to be honest, none of it made sense.

  She reheated leftover chicken casserole for a very late lunch. When she found a steamer, she chopped some broccoli and tossed in a bunch. Both men remained huddled over the laptop while she worked.

  Kurt tapped the screen. “The camera is so high, it’s hard to make out who anyone is.”

  “I only had a second to slap it up there. If I’d had more time, I would have installed several others.”

  Kurt patted his back. “You did great. Getting those files will be helpful, too.”

  “Even better would be if Mendez had a conversation in his office. We’ll be able to trace who he’s calling or, if we get real lucky, we can listen in.”

  While she prepared the food, she tuned in to their conversation, which became more disturbing as they discussed their next move. With so many people working in this drug plant, coupled with the fact the guards would have reported the breach, security would probably ramp up.

  She waved the knife she’d used for chopping the vegetables. “Why don’t you tell that general guy about Mendez’s operation? Can’t he send in reinforcements?”

  Drake glanced at Kurt, as if gauging how his friend would respond.

  Kurt tapped his chest. “Mendez is mine!”

  That was her clue to shut up. For a second, she debated calling Liz and having her tell Trax and Dante about the warehouse, and how Drake had almost died trying to get information. To do so, however, would undermine Drake’s and Kurt’s trust, and she’d never do that. But if Kurt went in alone and was killed, she wouldn’t be able to live knowing a phone call to Liz could have saved him. She hated these kinds of decisions. Both actions seemed to be right.

  Since the food was cooking, she decided to check in with her friend. Liz must be panicked, especially if neither Kurt nor Drake had kept her men in the loop.

  She located her purse in the living room and took out her phone. A touch of the button dialed Li
z.

  Liz answered, a little breathy. “Chelsea? Where are you?”

  Chelsea winced at the near panic in her voice, but hearing her friend’s voice helped with the tension. “I’m fine. I’m with Kurt and Drake.”

  “Where?”

  She wasn’t sure how much she should tell.

  Kurt rushed into the room. “You can’t be on the phone. It could be traced.”

  Well, that sucked. “Liz, sweetie, I gotta go. The commandos are worried.”

  She sighed. “I hear ya. Give them a hug for me.”

  “Will do. Bye.”

  She looked up at him. “They can trace my phone?”

  “Yes. Use it only in case of an emergency.”

  Christmas was in three days. “Do you have a secure phone? I’d like to wish my folks a merry Christmas on Wednesday. If I don’t, they’ll worry.”

  “I’ll see what I can do.” He headed back into the kitchen.

  Ever since he got that phone call from Drake, Kurt had turned inward, barely acknowledging her. She understood his need for closure, but in times of need, you should turn to your friends and loved ones for support. Stupid macho man.

  The oven timer dinged fifteen minutes later, and she went into the kitchen to dish up the meal. Although Kurt and Drake weren’t arguing, they seemed to have different opinions about how to proceed. She fixed three plates and brought them to the table. “Lunch is ready.”

  Drake started to close the laptop when Kurt stopped him. “Leave it up. We might be able to pick up some conversation.”

  Drake opened it again and shrugged. He came back to the table. “This looks good. Thanks for making it.” He looked up at Kurt. “Sometimes we get a little carried away and forget about food.”

  That was quite evident. “You both need to eat to keep up your strength.” Now she sounded like her mom, who was the queen of harping on a person.

  “Sorry, honey. That was my fault. When I get something in my head, I have to follow through.”

  Even if it means you might die?

  “I understand.”

  The meal was strained. She totally got that Kurt needed to take down Mendez, though how he was going to single-handedly topple an entire organization was beyond her. After learning about what had happened to Liz, she fully comprehended how Harvey Couch’s contacts could reach her anywhere. Kurt should have enough sense to know he needed help.

  As soon as he finished shoveling the food down his throat, he placed his dishes in the sink. “I’m going to scope out the warehouse.”

  She couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. “It isn’t safe. Look what happened to Drake. At least he went during the supposed downtime.”

  Kurt walked over to her and rubbed her shoulder. “I’m not going to do anything. I just want to observe. That’s all. I want to get a feel for the rhythm of the place.” He kissed the top of her head.

  “Take Drake with you.”

  “I don’t want you to be alone.”

  “You believe Mendez will trace me to this place?” She failed to prevent the fear from taking hold.

  He rubbed a thumb over her cheek. “When it comes to you, I’m not taking any chances. I have enough guilt on my hands.”

  Before she could come up with a comeback, Kurt was out the door. “Well, that sucks.”

  Drake stood and helped clear the table. “He’ll be okay.”

  “Physically, maybe, but his need for revenge is consuming him.”

  “I can relate.”

  Drake wasn’t as bad. She placed the dishes in the dishwasher and washed the casserole dish. Her mind went to a happier place.

  “What do you two do for Christmas? Do you put up a tree and stuff?”

  His chuckle didn’t contain much happiness, and she wished he’d allow her to rectify that.

  “We don’t have time. Many of the men in the Pack have families, so Kurt and I have always volunteered to be on watch that day.”

  “What about this year?” She hoped they weren’t planning on leaving her alone.

  “We cancelled. The general understood.”

  “Don’t you two have families you need to visit?” She knew little about either of their backgrounds, other than that Drake’s mom was human and his dad, a werewolf.

  “Kurt mentioned his younger brother died of an overdose, which is one more reason to hate Mendez and what he stands for.”

  He didn’t have to add that his older brother was also no longer alive. “Are his parents still around?”

  “His dad died of a heart attack two years ago, but his mom is still among the living. In fact, she came to visit a while back. Her three sisters and their families all live in Utah, and she spends time with them during the holidays.”

  “I bet she’d like it if Kurt visited one Christmas.”

  “He’s not much of a ho-ho-ho guy.”

  She wiped down the counters, not sure how to respond. “And you?”

  “My folks live in Maine. I go up there for a week during the summer, and they come down here a few days in late fall. In fact, they were here about a month ago. How about you?”

  She almost felt like they were on a first date, except in their case, the sex came before the small talk.

  “I grew up in Denver, but because I could never get warm, I yearned for the south. I met Liz at a national real estate symposium, and we hit it off right away. When she suggested I consider moving to Gulfside, I jumped at the chance. She introduced me to her boss, and I got a job at her company.”

  “You don’t go home for Christmas either?” He cocked a brow.

  “I did the first few years, but then my sister got married and had twins. Now, my mom flies up to Oregon and spends time with them. I really can’t afford to go see them just yet.”

  “I have an idea.” He wrapped an arm around her waist. “How about finding a tree and decorating it? We can have our own Christmas here.”

  She squealed. “That’s the best suggestion I’ve heard in a while.” He wasn’t prepared to go out in public with her, so she figured he was talking about finding something around the property. “Are you planning on cutting down a pine tree?”

  He tapped her nose. “No, silly. Assuming we could even find one small enough, it wouldn’t be environmentally friendly to saw one down when there are so many Christmas tree lots around here. But, there are plenty of branches that have fallen.”

  “You want to decorate a branch?”

  “Why not?”

  Oh, boy. This was going to be a Christmas to remember.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kurt hadn’t wanted to leave Chelsea and Drake, but not being on the hunt for Mendez ate away at him. He parked a few blocks down the road from the electronics factory across the street from Mendez’s plant.

  He gathered the tools of his trade. The binoculars were a given, but he picked up the sniper weapon in case he got lucky, and Mendez happened to walk out the door. Kurt didn’t expect to learn anything other than some data points, such as when people entered and exited the property. That information he’d record on his tablet. If he got real lucky, one of the higher-ups or a possible client might stop by. Armed with sandwiches and drinks, he’d stay all night if need be.

  Finding the right vantage point would be difficult. He couldn’t climb the same fire escape Drake had, not without someone seeing him. The best he could do was hide behind a dumpster located across the street.

  Even if he gathered all the pertinent information, at the end of the night, he might not be any closer to killing Mendez than before. In fact, neither Mendez nor Couch might ever come near the factory. But he could hope.

  He settled in for the long wait. For the first few hours, three men left and three different workers arrived. Like before, the plant ostensibly closed at five. Once the lights in the plant extinguished, the sun began to set, and Kurt pulled out his infrared goggles. Only two guards showed up. No workers.

  While he waited for the action to resume, his mind drifted to Chelsea. She wa
s an amazing woman. Her full breasts fit perfectly in the palm of his hands, and her precious clit was so sensitive.

  Stop it.

  He blinked and refocused on bringing Jeffrey’s killer to justice.

  * * *

  When Drake suggested they get a limb to decorate, she thought they’d comb the beach for some driftwood or something. He told her he’d been kidding, and was pleasantly surprised when he brought her to a craft store. While the place was small, a few small fake trees remained.

  He lifted one up that wasn’t more than three feet tall. “How about this one?”

  Instead of answering, she headed to a six-foot tree. “I know this is twice as expensive, but could we splurge on this one?”

  “Anything for you, darlin’.” He picked up a box of ornaments. “You want these, too?”

  She shook her head. “We should make the decorations.” Doing something together would be more romantic.

  He cocked a brow. “Come again?”

  “I’ll show you.” This was going to be fun. She gathered paper, glue, and scissors.

  “You planning on cutting the tree?”

  “No, silly. Didn’t you make decorations in elementary school?”

  “I don’t remember.”

  She looped an arm through his and guided him toward the checkout counter. “Could we stop at the store and get some popcorn?”

  “Sure.”

  “In that case, I need some thread and some needles.”

  “You’re the boss.”

  “I highly doubt that.” Her mind shot straight to the bedroom. The twinkle in his eye implied he’d meant for her to recall their wonderful interlude. “The tree might look a little tacky when we’re done, but it’s the thought that counts.”

  “I’m sure it will be the best tree we’ve ever had.”

  That’s because it would be the only tree they’d ever had. Her only regret was that she didn’t have any presents to give the men.

  “While we’re getting the popcorn, how about we pick up a few other things. We can get some apple cider and stuff to make cookies.”