Pack Wars Complete Box Set: Paranormal Menage Werewolf Military Heroes

by Vella Day

  He held out his hand. “Dirk Tilton. Brandon said you’re Cheryl’s cousin?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m sorry.” He turned to Elena. “The General called. I have to run, but I’ll text you when I can.”

  She looked up at him with devotion and love. “Be safe.”

  “Always.” He kissed her lips then headed out.

  Mac wanted to ask her about this mate stuff, but since Elena was human, she wouldn’t have felt the same pull toward a man as Mac had.

  For the next thirty minutes, Elena went over the series of events that led to her release. “A man with the snake and devil tattoo on the back of his hand came to the warehouse. He blindfolded and tied up both Cheryl and me, and then drove us to the place where I was to be sold. Once they dragged me out of the van, I never saw your cousin again.” She lowered her gaze. “I wish I could have helped more.”

  “No. You’ve been great.” Mostly because Mac had been able to see the love between Elena and one of her men. “I don’t want to keep you.” She stood.

  Elena wrung her hands together. “Let me know if you learn something.”

  “I will.”

  * * *

  Sam and Brandon were parked down the street from Dirk and Clay’s house. Sam wanted to make sure nothing happened to Mackenzie as she entered or left. The men’s home was secure, so as long as she remained inside, she’d be safe. It was where she might go afterward that had him worried.

  Jay hadn’t harmed Mackenzie last night, but that didn’t mean she was out of danger. She and Jay had been too far from the window bugs for Sam to hear their conversation, so he’d waited a few more hours after she went to bed before heading home.

  “There she is,” Brandon nodded to Mackenzie, as she left by the front door.

  Sam studied her demeanor. Her face appeared drawn, but it didn’t look as if she’d been crying. That was good, but he wished she’d have been a little more aware of her surroundings. Not that he wanted her to spot them, but she needed to be more cautious.

  He waited until she took off before starting his engine. “Looks like she’s heading back to Jay’s.” Before he came out here, Sam had checked Jay’s house. His car wasn’t in the drive, which meant she’d be safe for now.

  His cell rang. “It’s Chris Williams.”

  “Maybe he was able to get into John Hood’s laptop.”

  “Let’s hope.” Sam swiped the screen. “Hey, Chris.”

  “I finished checking out Hood’s laptop. If you want to come pick it up, it’s done.”

  “Find anything?” Sam glanced over at Brandon.

  “Not much.”

  Damn. “I’ll be right over.” He hung up and eased onto the road. “Nothing. Want me to drop you off at your job?”

  Brandon had the best gig in the world. He worked for the phone company installing lines and service. His boss was also a shifter who had his own reasons for hating the Colters, so he let Brandon use the poll-climbing job as a means to spy on those bad boys.

  “I’ll go to work as soon as we speak with Chris.”

  “How about looking on your tablet to see if Mackenzie is heading back to Jay’s. I want to know her whereabouts at all times.”

  “You got it.”

  * * *

  Mac had been back at Jay’s house after visiting Elena no longer than a half hour when her cell rang. To her delight it was Sam.

  “Hey.” She was surprised to hear from him. He must have gotten her number from Brandon.

  “Just wondering if I could convince you to give me some computer help. It involves a certain relative of yours.”

  She walked over to the living room and sat down, her mind going a million miles an hour. “I’d be happy to.” Her stomach grumbled. It was close to lunch and she needed to pick up some food. “How about if I grab some fried chicken from the drive thru and come on over?”

  He didn’t answer for a second, “Tell you what. Give me fifteen minutes, and then come over. I’ll pick us up lunch.”

  Something was going on. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid some Colter dude is going to kidnap me, now are you?” He seemed to be very protective.

  “Let’s just say fried food isn’t good for my boyish figure.”

  She laughed. “Uh-huh.” If he didn’t want to tell her the real reason for the request, then so be it. She just wanted to get her hands on the computer, especially if it would give her a clue to Cheryl’s whereabouts. “Deal. Will Brandon be there?”

  “He has to work. Hope you can handle me. I can be a bit pushy at times.”

  “Not a problem.” Or was he talking about sex? It didn’t matter. She wouldn’t let herself get carried away two days in a row.

  Fifteen minutes later, she pulled into their drive. Instead of parking in the back like before, she found a spot in front. She was about to slip out of the driver’s side when Sam stepped onto the front porch and jogged down to meet her.

  He pulled open her door. “Thanks for coming.”

  “What do you need me to do?”

  “Come on in and I’ll tell you.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, and her heart stammered in her chest. If only that were the only visceral reaction, she could handle it. Dampness pooled between her legs.

  It was true. She was their mate, but Mac couldn’t worry about that now. She had a cousin to find.

  “I set up the computer at the dining room table. While you get started, I’ll put the lasagna in the oven. I also made you some iced tea. I didn’t know if you took it sweet or not.”

  “Unsweet. Thank you.” If only the men at work treated her this well, life would be great. “But you didn’t have to go to so much trouble.”

  “Just trying to be nice.” He walked into the kitchen, his tight hips barely moving.

  She inhaled to gain some control. This must be some computer job. “Did you crash your hard drive or something?” she called out.

  “Be right there,” Sam said from the kitchen. He returned with her drink and set it in front of her. He nodded for her to take a seat. “Remember we said Cheryl had been captured by a man named John Hood.”

  Every nerve in her body shot to life. “Yes.”

  “The man’s now in jail, and this is his computer.”

  Adrenaline slammed through her. “How did you get it?” This might be a goldmine, and the key to finding her cousin.

  “Brandon and I borrowed this from Hood’s residence.”

  She laughed. “My firm is good at borrowing, too.” He grinned, and it was as though she’d been hit in the chest with a lust bomb.

  “I had someone at work look at it. While he was able to get into the file section, there are encrypted files that he wasn’t able to access. You told Brandon you could hack into anything.”

  “Within reason.”

  “I’ll keep my fingers crossed then.”

  “What are you looking for exactly?”

  “I’m hoping Hood wrote down the names of the men who bought the women and put the file somewhere.”

  Her pulse soared. “Oh, my God. Really?”

  “That’s my hope, anyway. I’ll leave you be for a while. Let me know when you have something.”

  Mac was in heaven. Here was her chance to find Cheryl. As much as she enjoyed being around Sam, it was better if he didn’t sit so near. His presence seemed to mess with her thinking process.

  She went to work, her fingers flying across the keyboard. The encryption software was sophisticated, but it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before.

  Twenty minutes later he returned with two plates of lasagna. “Lunch is served. Take a break and eat.”

  Because she wanted to get back to her search, she ate quickly. Mac waved her fork. “This is really good.”

  “Only the best for you.”

  She wanted to think about the meaning behind all of his compliments, but she had other things on her mind. When they both finished, he cleared the table and returned with a beer in his hand.

  “A
nything yet?” He slipped next to her.

  “You’ve only been gone a few minutes.” He leaned over to look at the screen. She chuckled. “You don’t have to keep watch, you know. If I find anything, I promise to tell you.”

  Sam tilted back his drink. “I want to be here when you open that file.”

  “You don’t even know it’s here.”

  He grinned. “Oh, it’ll be there. You just need to find it.”

  So now she was a magician? Even though Sam’s presence distracted her, she kept the image of Cheryl firmly in her mind. By the time she’d gone through a few glasses of iced tea, she found the key to the encryption.

  “Yes!” She clicked open the file.

  Sam scooted closer. His shoulder touched hers, and her body reheated. Mac debated asking him to give her some breathing room, but the words wouldn’t form. The same spell she’d shared with Brandon was happening between her and Sam.

  He leaned closer and read what was on the screen. “Carl Hampton, Roger Medlock, Charles Nesmith, William Daniels. The list goes on. Holy fuck, I think you hit payday, woman.” Each had a dollar amount, between thirteen and thirty thousand dollars, after their name.

  She scrolled to the end. “If this is a list of the men who’d purchased the women, where are the women’s names? How can we tell who bought Cheryl?” The euphoria that had claimed her a moment ago was replaced with depression.

  “One by one, baby. We’ll check every fucking name until we find her.” He pushed back his chair, stood, and held out his arms. “I say this calls for a celebration.”

  Mac wasn’t sure what came over her. Was it the incredible animal attraction to Sam or the fact she might have helped find Cheryl that made her throw herself in his arms? His deep woodsy scent mixed with fresh linen had her snuggling deeper against his chest. Without a doubt, this was where she belonged. With Brandon. With Sam. Mac should be shocked that she had this deep stirring with both men, but her werewolf genes were making it hard to resist either one.

  Sam hugged her tighter, causing her senses to shoot to high alert. She looked up at his deep-set eyes—eyes that were filled with a combination of sympathy, excitement, and lust. The swirling golds and browns haunted her in their intensity, as did the faint lines that fanned out from the corners. She had no doubt she was with a man who’d suffered too early in his life. Mesmerized by the depths of his pain, she forced herself to lower her gaze to his full lips. Big mistake. They were even more alluring.

  His mouth parted. “I think we should see if the bond between us is as strong as Brandon claims.”

  Her belly clenched at the thought. “I agree.”

  She didn’t believe for one second that he wasn’t under the same erotic tug that she was. Mac had never slept with a man one day and a different one the next, but with these two, her thoughts had been scattered, different, and way too erotic. Knowing they were fated for each other made it easier for her to give into her prurient urges.

  Only this time, she wouldn’t stand like Brandon had asked her to do while he ravished her body. Her need had grown since yesterday. “Okay, but we do it my way.”

  Sam laughed, and the sound rumbled inside her. “Or what? You’ll walk away? I’d like to see you try. Brandon was right. You are a vixen. For that, I should tie you up, spank you for your insolence, and have my way with you.”

  His words should have scared her, especially coming from a giant of a man like Sam, but he had a gentleness about him that she liked.

  He grabbed Mac’s hand and walked her over to the living room. Making love on the sofa worked for her. Instead of guiding her there, he stepped around the coffee table, grabbed a few pillows, and tossed them on the rug.

  “Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

  What part of that was her way? A compromise was needed. “How about for every piece you take off, I’ll take off the same one?”

  He cocked a brow, and then said nothing. With the way his lips twisted, he must be thinking really hard. She bet she was the first woman to challenge him like that. Then again, she was the first woman he’d been with who was his mate.

  “Deal.” He kicked off his boots, forcing her to remove her sandals.

  With the speed of a racing wolf, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and discarded them. Holy fuck. He wasn’t wearing any briefs, and his cock appeared thicker than Brandon’s. She was already sore. How could she possibly handle someone of that size?

  “Ah…maybe this isn’t a good idea. It’s humongous.”

  “You can’t turn back now, baby. I’m a steam engine and you are my coal.”

  His analogy was so ridiculous that she burst out laughing. In a flash, she was in his arms, and a second later sprawled on the floor by his side. She would have protested the strong-arming, except that she liked being pressed against his chest. He smelled clean and virile. Definitely all man—or rather all werewolf.

  Sam clasped her wrist and dragged her palm over his cock. “Is this funny?”

  She couldn’t quite tell if he was serious or not. “I’m not sure.”

  “What do I need to do to make you sure?” His tone lightened.

  “Hmm. Perhaps I should taste it.” Mac had no idea where her boldness had come from, but as soon as she’d suggested she suck on his cock, her body nearly exploded with need.

  “You sure you can handle it?” Sam unsnapped her jeans and then cupped her pussy.

  “We’ll have to see, won’t we?” Teasing him was a total high. She grabbed his drawn up sac and rolled the balls in her hand.

  Sam hissed. “They’re not made of steel.”

  She didn’t think she was hurting him. Perhaps he meant he might explode too quickly if she wasn’t gentler. “Lightweight.”

  “I’ll show you lightweight in a moment.”

  Mac enjoyed his ability to tease. Before he stopped her, she slid down so that her lips were at cock level. With the tip of her finger, she traced circles around his scrotum, pressing inward every once in a while. It was fun to watch the skin pucker and swirl.

  “Baby, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll suck on that dick.”

  The devil inside her made her look up. “Or what?”

  Sam sat up, stretched out his legs, and dragged her across his lap face down. He whacked her bottom. Holy shit, She hadn’t been spanked since she’d been maybe seven. Indignation raced up her spine. He spanked her again, only this time with more force.

  She covered her butt with her hands. “What was that for?”

  He grabbed her wrists and lifted them. On the next slap, her breath whooshed out. While the pain wasn’t that intense, the injustice of it sent her outrage sky high.

  Without answering, Sam rolled her over. “These need to come off.”

  He maneuvered out from under her and tugged off her jeans. With it, came her panties. While she had planned to have sex with him—at least she’d wanted to before he spanked her—she was a bit self-conscious being naked in front of him. She hadn’t minded with Brandon, but she sensed Sam would be more discerning.

  “Holy fuck on a stick. You’re hot, baby.”

  That made the giggles pop out again, and she never was one to let loose. “You have the strangest way of talking.”

  He rolled her over his lap again. Instead of dread swirling in her belly, excitement filled her. For some unknown reason, the heat from the spanking had set her pussy in action. What was up with that? It must be a mate thing.

  Once more, he held her wrists over her head and spanked her bare ass. She squeezed her cheeks tight. The pain took her breath away but for only a few seconds. Then ecstasy followed.

  “That was for making fun of the way I talk.”

  “I was only kidding.” She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this punishment.

  “You sounded serious to me.”

  Instead of another round of spankings, he widened her legs and slipped two fingers in her pussy. Holy crap. Her whole body lit up. When he curled them and pressed
on her G-spot, her juices flowed. How could she be this excited in such a short period of time?

  Mac needed a break. She tugged on her arms and he let go. She then rolled over. “I forgot to finish something.”

  “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

  The few seconds break helped. “Suck on your cock. How about sitting on the edge of the sofa and I’ll kneel in front of you?” That way, her body wouldn’t be pressed against him while she tried to torture him.

  “I like a woman on her knees. It’s where she belongs.”

  Her mouth opened. “If I thought I could get away with it, I’d spank you for being so freaking sexist.”

  Sam cracked up. He had to wipe a tear from his eyes. “Oh, boy. You’re going to be more fun than trying to catch salmon swimming upstream.”

  Ew. That didn’t sound fun at all. Whatever. “You want a blowjob or not?”

  “You sassing me again? You won’t be able to sit down for a week if you keep this up.”

  “Will you shut up and let me suck on your dick?”

  Sam sat on the sofa and spread his legs. He lifted his turgid cock off his belly. “Have at it, but don’t take too long. I’m itching to sink this into your sweet pussy.”

  She was about to say he had no idea if it was sweet or not since he hadn’t even licked her, but she thought it wiser to keep her mouth shut. Instead of teasing him, Mac grabbed his cock and drew it closer.

  She slowly sucked him into her mouth. What she hadn’t expected was help from Sam. He planted a hand on her head and pressed. She nearly gagged as his cock drove down her throat. It was hard enough to keep her lips wrapped around his girth, but good Lord, the man was long.

  She must have made a choking sound, because he let up the pressure. “Swallow then suck,” came his command.

  Normally, Mac didn’t do well with dictates, but Sam seemed like he wanted to help. It was in his best interest, after all. She did as he suggested and managed to take in another half inch. Yes!

  “That’s it, baby. Keep doing that.”

  Mac swirled her tongue around his length. When she squeezed his balls a little, a dollop of cum squirted out, and she lifted off, not wanting him to climax too soon.

  “Fuck,” he said. “Sorry about that. I usually have more control.”