Pack Wars Complete Box Set: Paranormal Menage Werewolf Military Heroes

by Vella Day

  “You seem to have forgotten all of the rules. For starters, do not question what either Drake or I ask you to do. You remember your safe word, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” She’d never forget Mendez. She wished he wouldn’t keep asking her that question, though. It implied she might need it.

  Kurt must have telepathed something to Drake, because a door at the end of the hallway opened—a room she’d thought was a laundry room.

  “Right this way.”

  She’d assumed the door on the side was a closet. When Kurt carried her through it, she was speechless. “Holy moly.”

  Kurt set her down. “Welcome to our playroom.”

  Her friend Liz had told her about Trax and Dante’s playroom, but this blew her away. A shiver of fear mixed with excitement shimmied up her spine. “I’m overwhelmed.”

  Kurt wrapped his arms around her waist. “Good overwhelmed or bad overwhelmed?”

  She had to think about that. She twisted in his arms. “I love making love with you and with Drake, and I’ve really wanted to try being with both of you at the same time, but I’m out of my comfort zone right now.”

  “Do you trust us?”

  “Completely.”

  He grinned and nodded toward Drake. “Then trust us to make this the most amazing experience of your life.”

  She swallowed. “Okay.”

  “Do you remember the most important rule?”

  Her mind whirred. “Not to come until you tell me?”

  “You are a good girl.”

  Drake waved a blindfold in front of her. “I remember you told me when you close your eyes, your senses are heightened. We want to help you reach that higher place.”

  He slipped the blindfold over her eyes, and immediately, her body tensed. She hadn’t finished looking around to see what other toys they had in store for her. She’d spotted a large mattress in the corner, along with a lot of gear on shelves, but she hadn’t studied the rest of the room.

  Drake stood behind her and Kurt was in front. Drake seemed to be in charge of undressing the top half of her body and Kurt the bottom.

  “Step out of your pants,” Kurt commanded.

  At least she wasn’t wearing shoes, so slipping off her jeans was easy.

  Kurt ran a finger under the waistband of her panties. “You are incredible. You may never understand how much knowing you were back at the house helped keep up my spirits.”

  He wouldn’t expect a response.

  He moved closer and ran a tongue along the top of her red bra. Goose bumps formed. When he dipped his thumbs under the band and touched her nipples, shimmers of delight streaked all over her body and a groan escaped.

  With Kurt at her breasts, Drake lowered her panties and let them rest on her hips. He slipped a palm over her ass then dipped a few fingers between her legs. He ran right into a pool of her slick juices.

  “Hey, Kurt. Our lady’s sopping wet. She must like what you’re doing.”

  “I hope she has a lot of control, because it will be hours before I give her my cock.”

  That was not fair. At the same time, Kurt probably wasn’t capable of lasting even an hour with all he’d been through. When Drake slipped a finger into her pussy, she bent her knees to get more.

  “Chelsea. Remember, no moving. Kurt, we need to restrain her.”

  “Good idea.”

  One of the men picked her up. Given he had on a shirt, it had to be Drake. He walked her a few feet and set her down. Then he turned her around until her back bumped into a wall. What sounded like chains rattled, but she couldn’t figure out where they came from.

  “We need to get rid of that bra.” In a flash, Drake unhooked her and slid the straps down her arms.

  “I’ll finish the panties,” Kurt said.

  She expected him just to remove them. Instead, his tongue nibbled on her pussy. Oh, my God. Tremors claimed her and contractions sped down her body. And that was after one lick. She was doomed. Her poor ass would never be the same again.

  Once she was naked, each man took hold of an arm and buckled a strap to her wrist. She tugged and found they’d given her a lot of movement so she didn’t feel imprisoned.

  “You okay, honey?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  What she didn’t foresee was them widening her legs and attaching another set of straps to her ankles. Once more, when she tugged, she had room to maneuver. The purpose of the restraints eluded her. By holding still, however, her pussy was wide open and ready for whatever they wanted to impale her with.

  Her own juices dripped down her legs as her stomach tightened.

  “Drake, have you ever seen anything more perfect?” Kurt lightly pinched her nipple.

  “No.” Drake twisted the other tip a little harder and she groaned.

  “Get the clamps. Our woman will really like what they do to her nipples.”

  Her mind raced, wondering what kind of clamps he was talking about. Paper ripped and her pulse sped. If Kurt believed she’d like this, she was game. He lifted her breast and licked her nipple. It immediately puckered. His touch lit a fire deep within her. When something cold and hard pressed on her nipple, she stiffened, and clamped her mouth shut to keep from yelling. The pain ramped up for a few seconds before it calmed.

  “Let’s test her,” Drake said.

  Test me?

  He reached between her legs and dipped a finger in her pussy. When he wiggled it around, her mind jumped from the ache in her breast to what he was doing. It stoked the desire even more. No one could withstand this stimulation for long without climaxing.

  “She’s dry. Attach one to the other side.”

  Juices dripped down her legs. Just a minute ago, he’d claimed she was wet. Kurt placed the second clamp on her nipple and the same ache resulted.

  “How do they feel, honey?”

  “Tight.”

  “As they should. Wait until we take them off, then lick and pluck your nipples. You’ll jump out of your skin.”

  She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

  Kurt clasped his hands on her shoulders. “Step forward a few feet.”

  She was surprised the chains went that far. The only problem was, when she moved her legs, she used up the slack.

  Chair legs scraping on the floor drew near.

  “It’s just a weight bench.” Kurt rubbed her arm. “Drake is going to lie on his back and drink up your honey. I’m going to move behind you and make sure your tits and ass are being well taken care of.”

  If both men touched her at the same time, she’d burst.

  Drake wrapped his arms on the outside of her thighs. “Boy, do I like this view.” He tugged on her hips, forcing her to bend her knees.

  From the angle he was touching her, his legs were stretched out in front of her. When his tongue lashed out at her pussy, she moaned loudly. The angle of his attack was something she’d never experienced. His palms cupped her ass cheeks, allowing her to rest on his hands somewhat. When he sucked on her clit, stars exploded behind her lids. She wished she could watch him lick her. The visual would be truly orgasmic.

  As he set the lower part of her body on high alert, Kurt tugged on her nipple clamps and her world spun. She yanked on her arm restraints, and because they’d given her slack, she nearly toppled forward.

  “Easy, honey.” Kurt stopped her from tumbling by catching her around the waist and holding her tight. “Go ahead and lean forward. I won’t let you fall.”

  She did as he asked and found the cuffs slipped up to her palms, allowing her to rest while leaning, almost as if she was palming a wall.

  “Spread your legs a little wider, darlin’, so I have better access to your sweet pussy.”

  She groaned at Drake’s erotic words. Leaning forward opened her a little wider. Instantly, she got her reward. His tongue made wide sweeps. Then he punched three fingers into her hole and curled them until he hit her G-spot. Chaos spread across her body.

  “It’s too much, Maste
r.”

  That plea seemed to ignite him even more. She milked his fingers over and over again. Kurt slapped her ass, then reached around front and tugged on the chain connecting her nipples. The pain cut her near-climax short. Drake stopped his assault.

  The legs on the bench scraped and soon, neither man touched her. Had her comment upset them?

  “What do you think, Drake?”

  He was speaking out loud for her benefit.

  “Undo these nipple clamps.” That came from Drake.

  When he took them off, blood rushed to the ends and almost choked her, but the throbbing soon subsided.

  “You know, she almost came without our permission. What’s going to happen when we both impale her?” Kurt said.

  “You’re right. We need to take her mind off sex.”

  What were they talking about? This was all about sex—with both of them at the same time. She was about to break the silence rule and comment when something hard hit her ass. She jerked.

  “Darlin’, none of that.” Drake stood in front of her, clasped her shoulders, and lowered them. That presented her ass to Kurt.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, honey, but I need your ass relaxed so I can be sure you can take my cock.”

  She wanted that, too, but using his hand to spank her was one thing. That hard paddle was another. The next blow made her eyes tear. He rubbed her rear, almost as if he could see the welts form. The safe word was close on her lips when the pain morphed into amazing lust and streaks of carnal bliss shot straight to her pussy. Spasms rolled down her belly. Now she understood why he’d spanked her so hard.

  One of the men undid her leg shackles, and when she brought her thighs together, weariness crawled up her legs.

  “Oh, look. Someone’s nipples need to be sucked.” Drake straightened her shoulders.

  He ran a thumb over the hardened peak, and even that light touch had her sensitive nubs straining with need. When his mouth captured the tip, sharp electric spikes rippled across the swollen nipple. Her back arched and Kurt’s finger slipped in between her thighs.

  “Yes, yes, yes. Please, Masters.”

  “Chelsea wants some cock.”

  She nodded. If she begged anymore, they might not grant her wish.

  Drake clasped his hands on her shoulders. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to lie back down on the bench, and I want you to ride me. Then, if you can keep from having an orgasm, Kurt’s going to fuck your pretty ass.”

  Those words were so glorious, all she could do was nod.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Drake tapped Chelsea’s thigh. “Open your legs so I can get the bench underneath you.”

  She did as he asked, and Drake’s cock poked her entrance. Just as she was about to bend her knees, he held her hips.

  “Here’s the thing, darlin’. I’m the one who’s going to move. Not you.”

  His dominant tone excited her. With one hand, he reached up and tugged on her nipple, and shards of joy raced between her thighs. Waiting to be impaled, her pussy vibrated. He pulled down on her hips as he rose up. The hard thrust filled her in one fell swoop. Her mouth opened and she gulped in air. Not meaning to, she milked his cock.

  “Easy, darlin’.”

  “Hold her still, Drake, while I get her ass ready. My cock is about to burst.” Her cheeks seemed to clench on their own in anticipation. Kurt patted her rear. “None of that. Obey, little sub.”

  She wanted to be good, but with what they were doing to her body, it was so hard. “I’ll try.”

  A citrusy scent filled the air, and cold goo landed on her back hole. “Bend over and hold onto Drake’s shoulders.”

  That was easy for a sighted person to ask. Fortunately, Drake must have sensed her dilemma and guided her hands downward. The chains pulled from the wall and seemed to have more give this time, enabling her to rest her palms on his shoulders.

  Kurt rubbed her back hole and then pressed in his finger up to his knuckle. This time, the sensation wasn’t foreign. In fact, after wearing the plug for a night, she could accommodate more.

  After he circled her tight muscle a few times, he added a second finger. It wasn’t until he opened and closed them that her nerves awakened. When he removed his hand, she could smell more lube.

  “Are you ready to be taken to another place, honey?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You are such a good little sub. Drake and I are going to reward you with the finest climax you’ve ever had.”

  She prayed she wouldn’t topple before they gave her permission.

  Kurt leaned over her back and reached around to cup both her breasts in one hand. His cock edged open her muscled ring. From the size, she wasn’t sure he would fit, mostly because Drake had already taken up most of her insides.

  “Relax, honey.”

  She exhaled, and the head of his cock popped past the ring. The slight pinch disappeared quickly. He must have known the first time would be hard, because he seesawed in and out, his movements small.

  By the time he was halfway down her dark channel, she knew he’d never fit. Drake dropped his hips and almost completely pulled out, giving Kurt the chance to plunge in. He lowered his hands from her tits to her hips and guided his cock all the way to the end. He was way bigger than that plug. Her breath came out in little whooshes as her body adjusted to his size.

  “You okay, honey?”

  “Yes.” I think. Overwhelmed didn’t come close to describing what she felt. She was on the edge of something monumental.

  “Relax and let us love you.”

  She wanted that.

  When Kurt withdrew, Drake slid into her. It was as if they knew having both cocks in her at the same time would be too much. They alternated time and again, with neither one moving quickly or with much force. As her body got used to them, the pressure eased and the heat built.

  Kurt’s fingers tightened on her hips and when Drake rubbed her clit, she groaned so loud she thought they might protest. That must have been the signal they were waiting for because their speed increased. Still, she was basically only getting one cock at a time.

  “Faster, please.”

  She held her breath. Then the miracle occurred. They drove in and out until they became slightly out of sync. One would barely retreat before the other fully advanced. As if a switch was pulled, they purred and growled and thrust into her at the same time.

  She lifted her head and let out a feral yell. Kurt pinched her nipples as Drake rubbed her sensitive nub. Her body couldn’t take it any longer. Holding back was no longer an option as waves of ecstasy slammed into her. Her gurgled cry sounded strange even to her ears.

  “Come for us, darlin’.”

  Both men pistoned into her at the same time, and she came apart. It was like she’d been tossed into a volcano and the lava had swallowed her up. Her mind swam as she floated above a sea of carnal lust so strong, she almost couldn’t hear their growls or her own screams.

  Drake pulled her down and sunk his fangs into her neck at the same time Kurt did. Her orgasm took over, and both cocks exploded. She’d never been stretched and filled so much in her life, but the total bliss and connection she felt at this moment could never be matched.

  She wasn’t sure when they withdrew their fangs or when Kurt pulled out, but suddenly, one of them removed the blindfold and the other undid the straps on her wrists. Only then did Drake lift her off his cock. Everything throbbed, but she’d never been happier.

  Kurt swooped her up and brought her to the mattress on the bed. “Rest for a minute while I get something to clean you.” His grin spread wide.

  He returned with a warm towel and swiped her clean. Both men crawled next to her and drew her near. This time, she faced Kurt with Drake behind.

  Kurt threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her with such tenderness, her body melted. “Merry Christmas, honey.”

  “Merry Christmas.”

  Drake ran a hand under her arm and palmed
her tit. There was no pinching this time, only gentle rubbing. “I’m thinking we need to have a New Year’s Eve party to celebrate our good luck. What do you say, Kurt?”

  Kurt ran the pad of his thumb over her lips. “Are you up for a little get-together with our friends?”

  As much as she loved being with her men, she missed seeing Liz and her other friends. “I’d love it, but would people come out here?”

  “We’d have it at our place in Gulfside. It’s secure.”

  She’d never seen their place and couldn’t wait. “I’d love that.”

  * * *

  New Year’s Eve.

  Chelsea rushed around Kurt and Drake’s home, or should she say their warehouse, helping with the preparations. Their home was the entire second floor above a sheet metal factory. It kind of reminded her of Trax and Dante’s place, except instead of the modern look, they’d decorated the place in casual chic. The living room contained wicker furniture and paintings by local artists. No one would have qualms about putting their feet on the beat-up tables. A dining room table made of metal, which the owner of the property had made for him, was really cool.

  The one thing Drake had insisted on was having an upscale kitchen. Since the warehouse was basically one big room, the open concept made this perfect for a party.

  “Just leave the snacks and stuff on the island,” Drake said.

  There were two islands. Six stools snuggled under one giant metal slab, and the other contained a sink and preparation area. Drake was at the sink mixing some drinks.

  “Did I tell you how hot you look?” Drake winked.

  Only about a hundred times. “I thought you were a show me type of guy.”

  He laughed. “You are good for my soul, woman.”

  Kurt came out of his bedroom. He was freshly shaven, and his jeans were full of holes, but none in quite the right spots to show much. Ever since his decision to let the Pack take over removing Mendez from society, he’d been letting go a lot more. He was happier, that was for sure.

  Drake came around the island. “Chelsea wants us to show her how hot we think she is.”