Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3]
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“Don’t do that, sugar. Dirk, help me lean her back.”
Her mind fogged at that instruction. Clay held her hips as he stretched his legs alongside her. Her shoulders lifted and she tumbled back until she landed against his chest.
“Sweet Lord in heaven.” Clay’s cock dug in so deep she glanced down to see if the tip had come through her belly.
“Feel good, sugar?”
She swallowed to speak. “Give me a minute, sir.”
Dirk didn’t seem to want to wait because he pulled her legs forward and placed her feet on the bed.
“Let me at your pussy.”
She couldn’t take any more stimulation. If he touched her, she would explode. Dirk lay on his stomach and using his elbows, muscled his way close, spreading her legs wide. Clay tugged on her elbows, stretching her nipples and making them pucker.
He wasn’t moving, probably to give her a rest before Dirk impaled her. When Dirk circled her clit with his finger, she flinched and her muscles convulsed. She was so close to coming.
Stay strong.
Suddenly, Dirk dove in, his tongue lapping up her juices. Two fingers probed her. His thumbs wiggled and pressed on her clit. Bolts of electricity shot up and down her spine and her breaths came out as pants. Lust licked her insides.
“Hurry, sir.” She was unable to keep quiet.
Dirk pulled back and rose to one knee while he planted his other foot outside her leg. One hand held his cock and the other pinched her nipple. She ground her teeth to keep from jumping off the ledge of ecstasy.
With one thrust, he impaled her and stars burst behind her lids. This wasn’t happening. It was too much. Dirk leaned over and kissed her, and the tension seeped out of her.
“I love you, Elena Sanchez.”
“I love you, too, Dirk Tilton.”
Dirk eased out, but this time when he went back in, he drove in. Her wrists might have been bound, but she placed her hands on Dirk’s head to steady herself. Clay clasped her hips tightly and lifted her. Probably because they telepathed their next move, they moved in and out together, filling her up with each seesaw motion.
The euphoria built, but she wanted it faster and harder. Pressing on her feet, she tried to lift up, but Clay held her still.
“Let us love you, sugar.”
She nodded.
Dirk lowered his head and captured a nipple in his mouth. When Clay slid a hand down her belly and pressed on her clit, her world spun out of control. Nothing could stop the orgasmic train. Shudders wracked her and the dam broke. Someone’s cry rent the air. It might have been hers.
At once, two sets of fangs sank into her neck and she lost control. Wave after wave of glorious bliss drove into her. Clay’s fingers dug hard into her hips, and his hot cum shot into her ass. Dirk’s cock expanded and he licked her neck as more semen filled her.
The bites, the sex, the loving words came back. These men belonged to her. She couldn’t ask for more.
Chapter Sixteen
Six weeks later
The winter threatening to blanket Florida in cold air thankfully never materialized. It was late February and as close to balmy as one could get. Liz Wharton had organized a dinner party at the Ocean Breeze restaurant on the beach and had invited many of the Pack members. Ever since Trax and Dante had installed the security system in the place, they’d become friends with the owners. According to Clay, reserving the coveted top floor of the restaurant on short notice was unheard of. The fact the owners were also werewolves helped.
If the people of Gulfside ever learned the true nature of some of the town leaders, they might freak. Elena, however, couldn’t be happier. Her joy continued to escalate with each call home. While her parents weren’t rushing to make reservations to fly to Florida to meet Clay and Dirk, they’d become more accepting. Losing her virginity before marriage had been a low hurdle compared to the concept of her loving two men. She totally understood their hesitation. Patience was the key.
“Excuse me.” Clay tapped his glass with his fork.
Only nineteen of the twenty-one guests were present, including her new close friends, Liz and Chelsea. Neither Liz’s two men nor Clay would say who was missing.
His eyes lit up as he faced two newcomers. “I see our final guests have shown up.”
A tall, broad shouldered man with thick, silver hair entered with a petite Asian woman, delicately dressed in a silk blouse and thin, black pants. Elena leaned toward Dirk. “Who are they?”
“The general and his wife.”
“Ah, the infamous general.”
“His wife bought your first set of clothes, and she also was responsible for taking care of all the girls we found in Hood’s grasp.”
Her heart softened. “They’ve never come to a party before.” At least, none she’d attended.
“They don’t socialize often.”
So why now? A few of the men stood and spoke with the general. His wife smiled and sat, not overtly engaging in conversation. When the time was appropriate, Elena wanted to thank her.
Once the group settled, Clay tapped his glass again and stood. This time Dirk stood alongside him. She looked up at her amazing men still in awe they were her mates.
“I want to thank Liz for organizing this get together to celebrate our good fortune,” Clay said.
Hood was already in jail, and the human trafficking operation was all but shut down. No one questioned it would spring back to life someday. For now, the women were safe—all except those already sold. Her heart ached for Cheryl Johnson. No word had been heard of her location, but Sam and Brandon assured her they were working hard to find her.
Clay cleared his throat. “As you know, the world works in strange ways. Had it not been for a few of our more nefarious gangsters, Liz, Chelsea, and Elena would not have come into our lives.” He held up his glass in a toast.
After a round of clinking glasses, he continued. “As you know, Elena was on her way to Costa Rica when Hood’s men kidnapped her. Her luggage and purse were taken and never found.” He reached into his back pocket and retrieved an item he kept by his side. “While she’s been able to replace her driver’s license, credit cards, and other important items, her most valuable possession remained lost.” He faced her. “Today, this came in the mail.”
He handed Elena a precious gift. “My passport!” She stood and hugged him. Elation mixed with dread. Now she could visit her parents. While the reunion would be strained at first, with time they would forgive her.
Dirk lifted his glass. “You all know I’m not much for talking, but I want to say thank you to all the men and the general for helping take down some of our societies’ worst criminals.”
The group clapped. Chairs scraped. Both Dirk and Clay stepped away from the table. Dirk took her hand, lifted her to a stand, and led her three feet from her seat.
Both men dropped to their knees, and her heart slammed against her ribs. Dare she hope what this position implied? Dirk and Clay each took one of her hands. Clay’s eyes shifted to Dirk who pulled something out of his pocket.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. “This is harder than I thought. Going after a Colter is a hell of a lot easier.” Once more, a few laughed. He let go of her hand in order to open the blue velvet box.
Her knees weakened and her stomach squeezed. Dirk held up the most beautiful ring. In the center was a huge white diamond surrounded by two amber stones and another one more brown in hue. The amber must represent a wolf’s eyes in lust.
“It’s beautiful.”
Clay squeezed her hand. “Just like you. The third stone is a chocolate diamond. That’s why it appears brown.”
The sentiment caused tears to bubble on her lashes.
Both men stood. Dirk slipped the finger on her left hand. “Will you, Elena Sanchez, consent to be our wife?”
She threw herself in Dirk’s arms and kissed him with every ounce of love she had. The group cheered, clapped, and whistled.
Clay peeled them apart.
“Hey, you never said if that was a yes.”
She dropped her head back and grinned. “Yes, yes, and yes, sirs.” Heat rushed up her face after that slip, but right now, she didn’t care if the whole world knew she was their little virgin sub.