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

rendering her ability to touch him impractical if not
next to impossible.
    Her mouth watered as she imagined herself swiping her tongue up and down his length.
    “Stand.”
    The sound of him fumbling to
get the head back on the wall almost implied he was a bit nervous. Here she
thought he was the overly confident one. Dante lifted her wet hair as she
stood, and then flipped it behind her. She opened her eyes and his penetrating
gaze drew her in. Her lips seemed to open on their own and he was on her in a
flash.
    She didn’t know what shocked
her more. The fact that the cock snuggling against her belly was as hard as the
plains of his rippled chest, or the way he captured her mouth with such
fierceness that it nearly stole her breath. Here was a man who took what he wanted
and that excited her to no end.
    She wanted to study every
ripple of his body, but his exquisite
taste detracted her . The
pizza sauce and beer blended into a strong masculine tang that turned her on.
His tongue darted and twisted around hers, jousting for position. With her good
hand, she pulled him close and a low growl emanated from his chest.
    He pulled away first. “Sugar,
you are driving me crazy.”
    As much as she wanted to act
coy and say they didn’t know each other well enough to have wild monkey sex in
the shower, the words wouldn’t form. Her pussy’s rippling contractions caused
her juices to drip. Thank God, he couldn’t tell with the water sluicing down
her belly.
    His hands slipped to her
tits. “I love these.”
    Her hand grabbed his large
and throbbing cock. He instantly removed her fingers. She hated unfairness. “What’s
wrong? You can touch me, but I can’t touch you?”
    He lowered his head and
nibbled on her neck, almost as if he was preparing the surface to bite her. The
image of a werewolf’s fangs sinking into her neck raced through her mind, but
she pushed it aside. Now it was her turn to lean back.
    Dante’s eyes glistened. “You
aren’t very experienced, are you?” His tone held some humor or she might have
punched him in the chest.
    She stuck out her tits. “I’m
not a virgin.”
    “You act like one.” His
lopsided grin dimpled his cheeks.
    “How?”
    “Grabbing a man’s cock when
he wants something really bad may result in a premature eruption.”
    “Oh, yeah?” She’d like to
test his resolve. When she reached out to touch the base, he caught her wrist
so fast, her pulse raced.
    “Don’t make me spank you.”
    Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”
Having him discipline her might be exciting. Its forbidden nature sent tremors
up her spine.
    “You’d like the way I spank
you.” He chuckled. “And you sure as hell will love it when Trax does.”
    “Trax will never see my bare
ass.” She responded abruptly, but the idea stopped her short. After a moment
she muttered, “He doesn’t even like me.”
    If possible, Dante moved
closer. “Believe me, Trax wants you as much as I do, but he has more self
control. When he does take you, he will dominate you to the likes and depths
you’ve never known.”
    “Not if I say no.” His words
rumbled inside her body, and she didn’t know whether to be afraid or gloriously
excited.
    Dante grinned. “Trust me.
Once you’re in his arms, the word ‘no’ won’t cross your lips.”
    She searched his face to
determine his level of sincerity. Her mom always taught her that a man’s eyes
never lied. “Do you get off watching your brother take a woman?” She held her
breath awaiting his answer.
    His thumbs scraped across her
nipples, temporarily distracting her. She should get out of the shower and
dress, but the pull to be with him overwhelmed her.
    “Sugar. I don’t watch. I
participate.”
    His lips captured hers again.
This time he slipped a hand down her belly and pressed a finger on her clit.
Blasts of need streaked through her. She could no more pull away than she could
give up breathing.
    She threaded her fingers
through his hair and explored