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

have boners.”
    He cracked up. “My boner is not my fault.” She’d have to
learn to say cock and love it.
    She seemed to understand that
he wasn’t going anywhere and sat down, her back to him. Dante removed the
bottle from her hands and it nearly slipped out of his grasp. After a quick
rinse, he poured a small amount in his palm then massaged the liquid into her
hair. He tried to be gentle. After all, this woman had been through a lot, but
when her silky blonde hair caressed his fingers, his cock throbbed and his
fingers tensed.
    This wasn’t good. Concentrate . He didn’t like how his
animal instincts were trying to take over his mind. She moaned, a good kind of
sound, like she enjoyed having his hands on her. Or perhaps she was picturing
his fingers plucking her nipples. His balls squeezed tight at the thought. As
he worked up lather, her arm dropped to her lap exposing the most perfect
breasts he’d ever seen. He almost wanted to howl at how her nipples puckered,
and his imagination ran wild. He closed his eyes as he continued to shampoo her
hair. He saw himself drawing that delicate pink nub into his mouth and swirling
the tip with his tongue. Then he pictured tugging and pulling the nipple until
she groaned even louder.
    “Ouch!”
    That jerked him out of his
reverie. “What?”
    “You yanked my hair.”
    Christ . “Sorry.” Since her hair was already
white with suds, he needed to rinse her. He pulled the handheld head from the
wall and realized the dilemma. “You’ll need to stand up, face me, and bend over
to avoid getting the suds in your eyes.”
    He wanted to impale her sweet
pussy so badly that he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from pulling
her to a stand and fucking her.
    She slowly lifted up. He
immediately moved the seat behind him. Turn
around.
    He’d give her three seconds
to face him. If she didn’t, his heat-seeking missile of a cock was going to find
its target and claim her.

 
    Chapter Six
    Conflict ripped through Liz.
The moment Dante had burst through the bathroom door with fear crisscrossing
his face, she wanted to erase every worry line. No one she knew would have
rushed in to help.
    Her mother would have
insisted she leave their house, but Liz was tired of boring sex with guys who
politely asked her permission for everything. None of the men she’d been with
had elicited a spark like this, and it was about damned time to try something
different. Perhaps the near death
experience had her willing to embrace life.
    It wouldn’t take much to
excite her. Hell, she’d never showered with a guy before and that experience
alone had her yearning for sex. When she saw the size of Dante’s cock, she’d
known for sure nothing that big had
ever entered her, and she
wasn’t even sure it would fit, but something deep inside urged her to try.
    His command for her to face
him registered. He’d seen her bare pussy and her tits, so what was her problem?
If she allowed him to finish washing her, it meant she was basically saying yes
to having sex with him. No doubt the experience would be amazing.
    You
want this and you want him to take control.
    The second his fingers
reached around and palmed her tits, her body swooned. She longed for him to
tease her nipples and slip a finger into her pussy, but the soap dripping close
to her eyes made the choice for her.
    “I need a rinse.” She was
proud of the fact she sounded so freaking practical—so not her usual MO.
    Dante turned her to face him.
She swore he gasped as he lowered her shoulders, but he was too quick for her
to study his face. Warm water cascaded over the back of her head, and while she
appreciated how he shuffled his fingers over her scalp to get rid of the soap,
she unfortunately had to close her lids to prevent getting any liquid in her
eyes instead of taking a better look at his cock.
    The compulsion to grab him
surprised her, but she held her bandaged hand off to the side and used her good
hand to support herself,