Training Their Mate(39)

Trax nodded to the bedroom. “Since she’s so deeply under your skin, make sure she doesn’t talk you into allowing her to go after Couch herself.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t.”

Dante jumped up and Trax followed him into the living room. One glance at the bedroom door had him standing down. His brother was awfully high and mighty tonight. Dante wasn’t the only one who needed to be careful.

He faced Trax. “I have a word of advice for you, too, bro. Don’t always act like some hard ass with all your master-slave shit. She needs to know you care.”

“Fuck you. Just let me sleep in peace.”

“Gladly.” Dante left his half-empty bottle on the kitchen counter instead of tossing it in the trash just to piss Trax off.

Tomorrow he wanted to figure out a way to make Liz happy.





Chapter Thirteen

When Liz awoke, she wasn’t sure where she was. The gray walls and dark furniture made the room tomblike, and only faint light eked around the closed curtains. The alarm clock on the side table read 9:13 a.m. Yikes. She never slept in. As she sat up and yawned, her pussy and ass throbbed. When she shifted position, she felt something deep inside her. Oh, shit. It was the freaking butt plug they made her keep in.

Well, that wasn’t going to stay.

She eased out of bed and headed into the bathroom. It took a few tugs and not clenching to remove it. After she washed it, she wasn’t sure what to do with it, so she left it on the counter.

Images of being blindfolded and tied up surfaced. She tugged off her top and looked down at her breasts. Sure enough, her nipples were red. She rubbed them and a quick blast of pain rippled through her, but it was a good kind of pain.

Never in a million years would she have thought she’d enjoy being at a man’s mercy. A flash of heat rolled through her as she remembered Dante and Trax touching her.

But why only with these men?

She’d never allow anybody else to do those kinds of things to her.

Why?

Because she’d never trust anyone the way she trusted Trax and Dante. The level of confidence she’d developed with them in such a short period of time was quite remarkable. Having someone save your life had a way of forming a strong bond between you.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she went in search of something to wear. All she had left was one clean outfit. Today, she’d have to ask one of them to return her to the parking lot so she could get her car. She had to go home for more clothes. Until Harvey Couch was in jail, she wouldn’t feel safe there. It wouldn’t surprise her if he had one of his wolf underlings stake out her place, waiting for her to return. Bastard.

She opened her door and spotted the brothers in the kitchen. Dante was scrambling eggs and Trax was cutting fruit. Did they eat this well every day or was this special because she was there? She secretly hoped it was the latter.

Dante turned around and smiled. “Hi, beautiful. Sleep well?”

Yes and no. Her erotic dreams kept waking her up. “Yes.”

“Good. Breakfast will be up in a minute.”

Trax’s cell rang. He reached in his pocket, and as he glanced at the screen, his brows furrowed. “Trax. Yes, General. I’ll be right there.” He disconnected and returned the phone to his pants.

“Bad news?” Dante pulled three plates from the cabinet.

“Make it two plates. The general is not happy about our failure yesterday.”

That wasn’t fair. “You got close,” she said.

“Close doesn’t get him captured.”

She then remembered the other appointments she’d copied down. This time she wouldn’t ask to go along. “I might be able to help. Let me get something.”

She hurried into his room and dug through her purse. There were moments, even last night, when she debated finding the bastard on her own. Then reason intruded. Even if she had a gun, he could shift and run away before she got off a shot. Not to mention, she didn’t have the right kind of bullets to kill the bastard.

It would be just her luck, if she did do something on her own, Couch would have an army of men near him, and then she’d be the one who ended up dead, not him. She admitted it was better for trained men to go after him.

With the scraps of paper in hand, she returned. “Here are two other appointments he had listed on his calendar. If I were Couch, I wouldn’t go, but maybe he doesn’t know I copied his schedule.”

Trax’s brows rose. “Oh, he knows, but thank you. It might soften the blow when I meet with the general.”

Trax tucked the information in his pocket and picked up his keys. A bit of her was disappointed he didn’t kiss her goodbye, but she understood he wanted to keep his mind on his task. He placed his eye against the scanner and headed downstairs.