Training Their Mate(53)
He kissed her and the adrenaline that was already in her body mixed with a rush of hormones. Her pussy went wild.
“Hey, I’m the injured one here. Shouldn’t I get some sympathy?”
They broke apart and Trax laughed. She smiled. It had been a long time since she’d heard that precious sound come from him. She’d made a promise to herself to force him to laugh more often.
Liz still couldn’t believe Harvey Couch had been captured and soon would be brought to justice. She’d never forget the thrill when she’d pulled the trigger. Sure, she was horrified at first, but now she was glad. In a way, she wanted him to heal from his wound just so he could rot in jail for the rest of his life.
Trax pulled out his phone and made a call. He disconnected. “Dr. Deland is ready to take care of you.”
“He’ll treat you in the middle of the night?”
“We werewolves get special treatment.” He winked.
“Sweet.”
Even though her car was in the driveway, they all piled in Trax’s SUV. She insisted on sitting in the back with the wounded soldier.
“So tell me what happened, sugar.”
She wasn’t sure she wanted to relive the details right away, but she was willing to share what Couch told her about her mom. “It’s kind of a blur. After I heard something in the house, I picked up my gun and snuck into the living room. I pointed the gun at Couch, but if I shot him, his two henchmen would have shot me. At the time, I didn’t care. All I wanted was some closure.”
Dante rubbed her leg as if she was the one who was injured instead of him.
“He’s a sick bastard all right.”
“You can say that again.” She looked upward hoping her mom was smiling down from heaven and finally at peace.
They rode in silence for ten minutes. Near downtown, Trax pulled into a residential side street. Lights shown from inside one of the homes.
“Let’s go get Dante fixed up.”
When they went inside, the doctor met them. It was nice to see his friendly face again.
“Ms. Wharton. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind waiting in the living room while I take care of these men?”
“Sure.” Maybe Trax had mentioned she’d just been through a trauma and didn’t need to see anything else. A ton of magazines lined the table and she helped herself to one. It was less than half an hour when all three returned.
She stood and inspected Trax. The cuts on him had disappeared. Then she noticed Dante’s eye was no longer swollen. In fact, the only evidence that either man had even been in a fight was the bandage on Dante’s arm and the blood all over his clothes.
“How do you look so good?”
Dante smiled. “You never gave us a chance to explain all of our talents.”
“I guess I freaked when I saw Trax shift.” Perhaps she should have allowed them to explain.
Dante waved a hand. “It’s all in the past.” He faced the doctor and handed the man a check. “Thanks.” He faced her. “While we’re here, do you need to get those stitches out?”
She held up her healed palm. “Had them removed two days ago. Thanks.”
Trax and Dante each wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Let’s take our woman home and show her more of our talents.” Trax smiled.
She leaned her head first against Trax’s shoulder then Dante’s. “Would you mind if I took a rain check until tomorrow? I’m still processing what happened.”
Trax laughed once more. “Babe, did you think we were talking about sex?”
She lightly punched him in the shoulder. “You know you were talking about sex.”
“I can see your training will have to be extensive.” He shook his head and frowned.
Liz didn’t miss the way the corner of his mouth crooked. “I like the way you think.”
Chapter Eighteen
As much as Liz wanted to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, Dante had just been shot and she was still reeling from the whole Couch confrontation.
Trax wrapped an arm around her and tugged her close. “Let’s get comfy in the bedroom.”
Dante lifted his chin. “That’s okay. Go ahead, ignore the injured man.”
Trax whispered in her ear. “Ignore him. He’ll be in his other form anyway. It will allow him to completely heal.”
She didn’t want to favor one man over the other. “Do you want to sleep at the end of our bed?” That sounded strange, but it might be nice to have all of them near.
Dante shook his head. “I’d be too tempted to take you.”
She believed him. “Until tomorrow then.”
“I could use a kiss, though.” Dante came over and gathered her in his arms.