Training Their Mate [Pack Wars-Book 1] by Vella Day

horrible
day away, she turned on the shower and the water instantly turned warm . Now that was a nice feature.
    She couldn’t reach behind her
to unhook her bra, so she lowered the straps, unthreaded her arms, and rotated
the hook to the front. One pinch later, the bra came free. Removing her panties
was easy. Now for the good part.
    She stepped under the hot
water and held her hand high. This was divine. Maybe she’d stay in here for an
hour and just soak up the heat.
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    Dante plastered his back
against the bathroom door. Holy fuck .
Seeing Liz almost naked made his cock painfully hard. Thank goodness he was
able to block his cock from view or she’d know how much he desired her. Her
luscious, wholesome scent drove him crazy. His fangs had started to extend and
it took all of his power not to shift. He’d never gotten so excited that he’d
lost control before. Sure, if the Colters were chasing him, he’d shift in a
heartbeat, but never had sexual desire driven him into his animal form. Liz was
his mate. No doubt about it.
    The bulge in his pants turned
more painful as he debated whether to bust in again and take her. While Dante
may know she was destined to be his mate, his life would be hell if Liz didn’t
accept him. Right now, he needed to be patient.
    A crash sounded inside the
bathroom and he instantly pictured her sprawled on the shower floor, hurt and
afraid. His protective instincts took over and he darted inside.
    His fangs extended and the
hair on the back of his hands poked through his skin. By the high moon above,
the sight made his heart stop. Time slowed as he took in her glorious ass
pressed against the glass shower door with legs spread wide. Pre-cum oozed out
the top of his cock.
    She stood upright and spun
around. Eyes wide she covered her naked pussy with her bagged hand, but failed
to completely to cover her breasts with her remaining arm.
    Say
something you idiot. “I
heard a crash. I thought maybe you’d fallen.” He sounded like he was ten. While
he didn’t need to give her a reason for barging in, the now scowling face made
him explain.
    “I dropped the soap. That’s
all.”
    A gentleman would perhaps
blush, give a profuse apology, and turn around. But he was no gentleman. It was
like some tractor beam was pulling him toward her and not even the moon above
could prevent them from mating.
    “I see you need help.” He
toed off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans. The relief was immediate but
temporary.
    “What are you doing?” While
he didn’t like her haughty tone, her lack of disgust or fear prompted him to
continue.
    “Like I said, sugar. You only
have one hand and seemed to be struggling. The Field brothers are an all
service operation.”
    Her hand attempting to cover
her breasts lowered a little and a pretty pink nipple peaked out. Damn, but the
woman was testing him to the limits. Given she wasn’t screaming for him to leave,
he figured that was a yes. He ditched his shirt and dropped it on the floor
with the rest of his clothes. Not taking his gaze off her, he took three
strides to the shower door and pulled it open.
    “You can’t come in here.”
    He wasn’t sure how she was
going to stop him. “It looks like only half your hair is soaped up.”
    “I only have one hand.” Her
chin notched up defiantly.
    His cock thickened thinking
about taming this one. Once Trax got a hold of her, she’d learn that submission
was the only way to go. His brother needed to control everything. It was in his
genes.
    Dante stepped around her. The
stall was eight feet by five feet and could fit an army in here. Trax had
designed the space saying he needed a place to be alone and think. That made
little sense as he’d installed two showerheads.
    Dante picked up the stool from
the far corner and placed it in the middle of the shower. While he’d never
shampooed a woman’s hair before, he was going to love doing hers. “Have a seat
and let Uncle Dante take care of you.”
    “Uncles do not