Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3] by Vella Day Page A

hip. “Lift.”
    He did and the pajamas slid
down. “ Here. Let me.”
    So
now he helps? She moved
to the side, and when he tossed them off, her curiosity won out. The gasp
automatically slipped out. Sweet Jesus .
His rigid shaft lay flat against his stomach, and second thoughts bombarded
her. “Maybe we should take this sex stuff in stages.”
    He laughed. “Sweetheart, you
do my soul good.”
    She was uncertain what that
meant. Here goes . “Remember, you
promised you wouldn’t move.”
    “Not a muscle.” His lips
twitched as if he were fighting a smile.
    He lay on his back and closed
his eyes. It might be safe to touch him now. With her index finger she poked
him. Quicker than she could blink he had her wrist in his hand.
    “He’s not a toy.” The small
lift to his lips implied he wasn’t mad.
    If a finger didn’t work then
maybe her tongue would do the trick. She straddled him again, scooted lower,
and bent over. She licked his length from the base to the tip then licked her
lips. She couldn’t detect any flavor other than a slight hint of salt. His jaw
tensed and the muscles in his pectorals flexed. This was kind of fun.
    After a few more licks, she
spotted semen in his slit. She ran her tongue along the slit and let his cum
settle on her taste buds. His flavor was different from the other men’s she’d
tasted. Dirk’s was spicier and not bitter like theirs.
    Using a bit more caution this
time, she grabbed his erection and squeezed lightly. His chest expanded as if
he had to work hard to let her continue.
    “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
    A combination of a grunt,
grumble, and huff escaped. “You can’t hurt him. Only torture him.”
    His voice cracked and she hid
her smile.
    Go
for it .
    She inhaled and slid her
mouth over the huge tip. Tightening her lips, she lowered her mouth only to
realize she couldn’t take in but a fraction of him. She dipped a little lower
and gagged. Immediately, she pulled up, a bit angry at herself for being so wimpy.
    Dirk must have realized her
dilemma because he lowered one arm and rubbed her shoulder. “It’s okay.”
    Determined to please him, she
tried again. To prevent his member from hitting the back of her throat, she
swirled her tongue around his length, a sensation she found highly pleasurable.
“Mmm.”
    “You’re doing great,
sweetheart.”
    Encouraged, she pumped her
hand up and down as she sucked on him. By mistake, she let her teeth touch the
underside of the lip of the head and he squeezed her shoulder.
    “That’s enough.”
    Uh-oh . “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to
hurt—”
    “ Shh .”
He pulled her shoulders forward until her belly landed on his chest. “It’s all good. You did nothing wrong. I was about to explode.”
    “Oh.” She had so much to
learn about intimacy. The men she’d tasted hadn’t been so sensitive.
    He cupped her face. “I’m
going to love teaching you.”
    He drew her bottom lip into
his mouth. She relaxed and found the motion tender and endearing. When he let
go, she arched up. “I want to touch you all over.”
    He dropped his head back. “If
you stay away from my cock.” He held up a finger. “And, if you see hair grow or
my fangs extend, slow down.”
    That didn’t sound good. “Is
that because you’re excited?”
    “More than you can ever
know.”
    No man had acted like it took
so much effort to stay in control. The compliment did wonders for her self-esteem.
She sat up and admired his sculpted shoulders, muscled chest, and the perfect
amount of hair across his pecs .
    She ran a palm across his
chest. “You’re so beautiful.”
    “Men aren’t beautiful. We’re
manly.”
    She giggled at the way his
chin tucked under. Bolder now, she ran her hands over his rippled abs making
sure to avoid the erection that was now purpled and bouncing. “Avoiding the
danger zone.” She explored lower. “Do you think you could roll over for me?”
    “You plan on spanking me?”
    She never would have