He mouthed it was the general. While he listened, she dragged herself to the sofa and collapsed.
Clay faced her and winked. “Thanks for letting us know.” He gave her a thumbs up, and adrenaline shot through her system.
He disconnected. “Dirk, get some champagne.”
“What?” She wiped her sweaty palms on her legs.
“Brandon, Sam and a few other members of the pack captured Hood.”
Her heart rate spiked. “Yes!”
She jumped up, running straight into Clay’s open arms. He picked her up and spun her around.
“I say we have a lot to celebrate.”
“Amen,” she said. “After we share a drink, I really need a shower.” She scrunched up her nose. “Actually, both of you kind of smell of blood and could use one, too.”
Dirk popped the cork on the champagne and poured three glasses. He held up a glass. “To rescuing our virgin mate.”
The three of them tapped their glasses. “Again.” Clay smiled.
“For the record, I’m not a virgin.”
Dirk swiveled his head and drew his gaze up and down her body. “Show me.”
She laughed. “You two are bad.”
Clay’s mouth opened. “What? Werewolves are a distrusting breed.”
In one gulp, she polished off the glass of bubbly. “You ready to shower with me?” Her gaze bounced between them.
Neither man finished his champagne, but both set their glasses down. Clay lifted her into a fireman’s hold.
“Hey, what is this?” Head rush extraordinaire! She lightly pounded on his back. “Put me down.”
“We’re animals, remember?”
A few seconds later, she was in the bathroom and finally on her feet. Clay grinned. “We just wanted to show you who’s in charge.”
Darn. Here she thought she could suck their cocks. Then again, if they came too soon, she’d be shortchanged. Maybe they did have the lock on this lovemaking stuff.
Dirk flung off his shirt. “Last one in the shower is a rotten egg.”
She laughed so hard her fingers didn’t work as well as theirs did. By the time she untied her shoes and stepped out of her pants, the men were naked in the shower. If this was how her future would be, she’d gladly embrace it.
Naked, she stepped in between them. Dirk immediately ran his wet hands over her breasts. “I’ve missed these.”
She clasped his wrists and moved his hands to his sides. “You had them this morning. Besides, I am more than tits.”
Clay slid behind her and dragged a finger into her vagina. “You sure are.”
She swatted their hands away. “I came in here to get clean.” She laughed, but part of her was serious.
The men removed both showerheads from the hook on the wall and doused her. She closed her eyes and covered her face. The stream moved seconds later. Clay poured some shampoo on her head, while Dirk ran a bar of soap over each nipple, across her chest and down her belly. Spasms contracted her inner walls.
“Can I wash you?” She didn’t address this to either man, specifically.
“No,” they said in unison.
Clay leaned closer. “You are our mate. Get used to it. If you do as we say, I promise you’ll never want to make love with only one man again.”
That wasn’t true, but she appreciated his sentiment. “I’ll try. For the next twenty-four hours I’ll do anything you want.” You can even blindfold me.
Dirk stepped closer and cupped her mound. “Anything?”
“Within reason, sir.”
Dirk looked behind her at Clay. “I’m liking this. I’m a sir!”
Clay finished shampooing her. “Face me, Elena, and bend over. I have to rinse you.”
Clay was the one who wanted to put his cock in her ass. Her rear faced Dirk believing he only liked to play with her vagina. Wrong. He dragged the bar of soap between her butt cheeks. She jerked, but Clay must have anticipated her reaction and held her shoulders.
“Sweetheart, remember your promise and your safe word?”
“Yes.”
She hadn’t minded the butt plug they’d inserted, and her body relaxed. Dirk slipped two fingers into her ass, and this time, her body accepted them. As Clay worked on rinsing her hair, Dirk widened her butthole.
Both men must have communicated silently because Dirk stepped back as Clay lifted her shoulders.
“Anything else dirty?” Clay took the soap from Dirk and waved the bar.
She tapped his abs. “Yes, your chest and your cock.”
He stepped closer, hovering over her. From the way the spark had gone out of his eyes, she’d overstepped her bounds. “No talk about touching us is allowed. I think it’s time we teach you a lesson.”