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Rescuing Their Virgin Mate(41)

By:Vella Day


He cocked a brow and glanced over at Clay who was retrieving the suitcases from the back of his SUV. “What have you done with my virgin mate?”

“He’s been keeping me busy.” Hand in hand, she and Dirk climbed the steps and entered the house. The fresh scent of pine permeated the air. “Someone’s been cleaning.”

“I wanted the place nice for you.”

“Thanks.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

Dirk drew her in his arms and tenderly kissed her. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“You or your cock?” There. She’d said that word out loud. It felt good. She was a new woman now. Free. These last few days with Clay had emboldened her. She glanced to heaven and prayed her grandmother wasn’t looking down at her. If she was, she’d be screaming for the angels to whisk her away before the devil got his hands on her.

“Both?”

She loved how it came out as a question.

“Let her rest, Dirk.”

Dirk ran a knuckle down her cheek. “Has Clay been working you out too hard?”

“No. He’s being possessive.”

Dirk cupped her face and kissed her. The moment their tongues touched, his claws half extended and his bones cracked. He lowered his arms and stepped back.

“Can you tell I need you?”

“Yes, but can you control your wolf side?”

“I hope like hell I can. Lore has it when a man meets his mate, once they’ve consummated the relationship, these outbursts diminish.”

She smiled. “I’ve been gone, so maybe the longing has increased.”

Dirk swept her off her feet and carried her down the hallway. The refrigerator door banged shut and feet pounded behind them. Dirk led her into his room and placed her on the bed.

He didn’t turn around. “Get the goods, Clay.”

Her gaze didn’t leave Dirk’s face. Searching and chasing after the likes of Hood seemed to have taken a toll on him. His unshaven face wasn’t a result of any transformation from human to wolf. His eyes looked strained and his cheeks thinner. She’d have to cook him a big meal tonight, and hoped with enough tender love, he’d begin to heal.

She sat up, tossed off her sneakers, and curled her feet under her. “Before Clay comes back, can I suck on your cock?”

He burst out laughing.

Clay trotted in with not only a rope, but a box and something else. “What’s so funny?”

He faced Clay. “You really lost control in that beach house didn’t you?”

He strode forward, velvet tie in hand. “What makes you think that?” His blue eyes searched Dirk’s face.

“Our woman is too bold.”

Clay kicked off his boots, shucked his shirt, and stepped out of his pants. “I say we rectify that.”

If both men hadn’t had grins on their faces, she might have been scared. “Remember, I’m a vulnerable woman who’s been through a lot.” If she pouted perhaps she’d get to be in charge.

Clay lifted her shirt and tossed it on the floor while Dirk undid her jeans and tugged them off as if they’d die if they had to wait another minute. In seconds, she was down to her panties and bra.

Clay crawled on the bed, divinely naked. “This bra has to go.” He straddled her, his knees positioned over her hips. With a quick snap, he undid the hook, but he used his teeth to lower the straps over her shoulders.

“Hurry, Clay,” Dirk said.

Clay gave him the finger as Clay licked the skin above the edge of her bra. Ripples of lust pricked her skin.

Using his teeth, Clay dragged the cups over her tits. Dirk climbed on the bed on the other side after discarding his clothes and threading the other strap over her arm. His mouth caught the nipple in between his teeth and the double sensation stole her breath. She dropped her head back as his textured tongue made love to her tit.

She lifted her hands to enjoy their thick hair. Clay took her bra off, discarded it, and bound her wrists with the soft velvet preventing her from touching them. Darn. Because he made a figure eight pattern, the constraint was comfortable and afforded her some movement.

“The rules are the same. Starting now, you will obey them.”

She liked when he took over, but so far he’d been too strict with the no talking rule. However, over the last few days, she’d found the more things she wasn’t allowed to do, the higher her sexual experience.

She nodded. At least he hadn’t insisted on calling her slave. She wasn’t sure when she’d get over her issue of being held captive, but with time, she’d adjust.

Dirk licked her nipple once more then moved between her legs.

“I’ve missed your pretty pink pussy.” He tapped the apex of her thighs.