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  “Yeah, well, I was desperate.”

  Dante picked up a slice of pizza. “Eat up.”

  “Who’s Trax talking to?”

  “Our counterparts, Clay and Dirk. They’re awesome at finding people. It’s their best skill. Don’t worry. We’ll find her.”

  She took one bite but her stomach churned. “Do you think Couch did something to her?”

  “We have no way of knowing. But if the bastard harmed her, it wasn’t your fault.”

  She appreciated that Dante always tried to soothe things over. Maybe if he’d been around when her mother was so depressed, he might have been able to show her mom that life was worth living.

  In silence, she finished her second piece of pizza while Dante plowed through five pieces in no time.

  She finished and wiped her mouth. “Do you think I could take a shower? I didn’t get a chance before you two showed up.”

  “Sure, sugar. Use the bath in Trax’s room. You’ll like it.”

  “Thanks. I need to cover my hand. Do you have a plastic bag?”

  “We do. Go ahead and get ready for your shower, and I’ll be in to tie you up nice and tight.”

  She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to see her in her bra or panties, but if she wrapped a towel around herself, she should be covered enough.

  Trax disconnected and walked into the living room. “Clay and Dirk will be working the case.”

  That made her feel better. As soon as she stepped into his bedroom, she halted. The living room was bright and colorful, but his room looked like it belonged in an Afghan tent city. Everything was either gray or black. That included the furniture, bedding, and wall color. What was up with that? Not that it wasn’t nice, but it was as if Trax had hired a totally color blind decorator.

  Curiosity got the best of her and she quietly opened Trax’s top dresser drawer. She whistled and ran a hand over the top of the perfectly stacked black underwear. Touching his personal items was close to touching the man himself and a unique thrill sped through her.

  One pile contained black T-shirts and another black briefs. She was surprised he’d carried a white handkerchief, which by now was ruined by her blood.

  After temporarily satisfying her curiosity about the enigmatic man, she then spotted her clothes neatly folded on the bed. Checking the pile, she found a pair of jeans, two T-shirts, two pairs of socks, and three panties, but no bras or nightwear. From the amount of outfits Dante had grabbed, he didn’t think she’d stay long.

  He’d be in shortly with her plastic bag, so she ducked into the bathroom to change. Holy mother of God. Trax had no hand in this décor. It was light and airy. The white sinks sat atop a black cabinet, but the walls were a yellow-beige and the floor tiles were white with swirls of yellow and gray. A huge jetted tub sat in the corner and a large walk-in shower was on the right. The bathroom was larger than her kitchen.

  The only items on the cabinet were her toiletries all neatly stacked. Dante had brought her toothbrush, toothpaste, and shampoo. While she would have liked her razor and face cream, she could last a day without those amenities.

  As quickly as she could, she toed off her boots and slipped her jeans over her hips. Because of her injured hand, she sat on the edge of the tub to pull them off. Her lopsided tugging wore her out, but she rested after they reached her ankles. Next she tackled her sweater, which caught on her bandage.

  “Grr.”

  “Need help, sugar?”

  Oh, fuck. She had her pants to her ankles and her sweater over her face. At least he wouldn’t see the blush. There were two options. Yell at him to get out, or since he’d already gotten an eyeful, ask him to help, and then politely suggest he leave.

  “Please.”

  Dante took care removing the sleeve over her bandage. With the sweater came her T-shirt. Her hair flew in every direction and she patted it down with her good hand. He appeared to be all business as he bent on one knee and removed her jeans. Then he stepped over to the counter and picked up the plastic bag. “Let me cover that hand.”

  She waited for some snide remark about her bra and panties not matching, but he played the role of the gentleman. She held her hand out and in about twenty seconds, he’d taped the baggie over it. From the looks of it, no water would get in. He waved a roll of plastic wrap. “What’s that for?”

  Dante nodded to her knees. “Thought I’d waterproof your knees, too.”

  The man thought of everything. “Cool.”

  With equal proficiency, he wrapped both knees in plastic then taped the top and bottom. She might look funny, but at least she could shower without worrying about getting the bandages wet.

  “You good?”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  He twisted around, walked out, and closed the door. How sweet was he? Why couldn’t she have found someone like him before? Needing to wash this horrible day away, she turned on the shower and the water instantly turned warm. Now that was a nice feature.

  She couldn’t reach behind her to unhook her bra, so she lowered the straps, unthreaded her arms, and rotated the hook to the front. One pinch later, the bra came free. Removing her panties was easy. Now for the good part.

  She stepped under the hot water and held her hand high. This was divine. Maybe she’d stay in here for an hour and just soak up the heat.

  * * *

  Dante plastered his back against the bathroom door. Holy fuck. Seeing Liz almost naked made his cock painfully hard. Thank goodness he was able to block his dick from view or she’d know how much he desired her. Her luscious, wholesome scent drove him crazy. His fangs had started to extend and it took all of his power not to shift. He’d never gotten so excited that he’d lost control before. Sure, if the Colters were chasing him, he’d shift in a heartbeat, but never had sexual desire driven him into his animal form. Liz was his mate. No doubt about it.

  The bulge in his pants turned more painful as he debated whether to bust in again and take her. While Dante may know she was destined to be his mate, his life would be hell if Liz didn’t accept him. Right now, he needed to be patient.

  A crash sounded inside the bathroom and he instantly pictured her sprawled on the shower floor, hurt and afraid. His protective instincts took over and he darted inside.

  His fangs extended and the hair on the back of his hands poked through his skin. By the high moon above, the sight made his heart stop. Time slowed as he took in her glorious ass pressed against the glass shower door with legs spread wide. Pre-cum oozed out the top of his cock.

  She stood upright and spun around. Eyes wide she covered her naked pussy with her bagged hand, but failed to completely to cover her breasts with her remaining arm.

  Say something you idiot. “I heard a crash. I thought maybe you’d fallen.” He sounded like he was ten. While he didn’t need to give her a reason for barging in, the now scowling face made him explain.

  “I dropped the soap. That’s all.”

  A gentleman would perhaps blush, give a profuse apology, and turn around. But he was no gentleman. It was like some tractor beam was pulling him toward her and not even the moon above could prevent them from mating.

  “I see you need help.” He toed off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans. The relief was immediate but temporary.

  “What are you doing?” While he didn’t like her haughty tone, her lack of disgust or fear prompted him to continue.

  “Like I said, sugar. You only have one hand and seem to be struggling. The Field brothers are an all service operation.”

  Her hand attempting to cover her breasts lowered a little and a pretty pink nipple peaked out. Damn, but the woman was testing him to the limits. Given she wasn’t screaming for him to leave, he figured that was a yes. He ditched his shirt and dropped it on the floor with the rest of his clothes. Not taking his gaze off her, he took three strides to the shower door and pulled it open.

  “You can’t come in here.”

  He wasn’t sure how she was going to stop him. “It loo
ks like only half your hair is soaped up.”

  “I only have one hand.” Her chin notched up defiantly.

  His cock thickened thinking about taming this one. Once Trax got a hold of her, she’d learn that submission was the only way to go. His brother needed to control everything. It was in his genes.

  Dante stepped around her. The stall was eight feet by five feet and could fit an army in here. Trax had designed the space saying he needed a place to be alone to think. That made little sense as he’d installed two showerheads.

  Dante picked up the stool from the far corner and placed it in the middle of the shower. While he’d never shampooed a woman’s hair before, he was going to love doing hers. “Have a seat and let Uncle Dante take care of you.”

  “Uncles do not have boners.”

  He cracked up. “My boner is not my fault.” She’d have to learn to say cock and love it.

  She seemed to understand that he wasn’t going anywhere and sat down, her back to him. Dante removed the bottle from her hand and it nearly slipped out of his grasp. After a quick rinse, he poured a small amount in his palm then massaged the liquid into her hair. He tried to be gentle. After all, this woman had been through a lot, but when her silky blonde hair caressed his fingers, his cock throbbed and his fingers tensed.

  This wasn’t good. Concentrate. He didn’t like how his animal instincts were trying to take over his mind. She moaned, a good kind of sound, like she enjoyed having his hands on her. Or perhaps she was picturing his fingers plucking her nipples. His balls squeezed tight at the thought. As he worked up lather, her arm dropped to her lap exposing the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. He almost wanted to howl at how her nipples puckered, and his imagination ran wild. He closed his eyes as he continued to shampoo her hair. He saw himself drawing that delicate pink nub into his mouth and swirling the tip with his tongue. Then he pictured tugging and pulling the nipple until she groaned even louder.

  “Ouch!”

  That jerked him out of his reverie. “What?”

  “You yanked my hair.”

  Christ. “Sorry.” Since her hair was already white with suds, he needed to rinse her. He pulled the handheld head from the wall and realized the dilemma. “You’ll need to stand up, face me, and bend over to avoid getting the suds in your eyes.”

  He wanted to impale her sweet pussy so badly that he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from pulling her to a stand and fucking her.

  She slowly lifted up. He immediately moved the seat behind him. Turn around.

  He’d give her three seconds to face him. If she didn’t, his heat-seeking missile of a cock was going to find its target and claim her.

  Chapter Six

  Conflict ripped through Liz. The moment Dante had burst through the bathroom door with fear crisscrossing his face, she wanted to erase every worry line. No one she knew would have rushed in to help.

  Her mother would have insisted she leave their house, but Liz was tired of boring sex with guys who politely asked her permission for everything. None of the men she’d been with had elicited a spark like this, and it was about damned time to try something different. Perhaps the near death experience had her willing to embrace life.

  It wouldn’t take much to excite her. Hell, she’d never showered with a guy before and that experience alone had her yearning for sex. When she saw the size of Dante’s cock, she’d known for sure nothing that big had ever entered her, and she wasn’t even sure it would fit, but something deep inside urged her to try.

  His command for her to face him registered. He’d seen her bare pussy and her tits, so what was her problem? If she allowed him to finish washing her, it meant she was basically saying yes to having sex with him. No doubt the experience would be amazing.

  I want this and want him to take control.

  The second his fingers reached around and palmed her tits, she swooned. She longed for him to tease her nipples and slip a finger into her pussy, but the soap dripping close to her eyes made the choice for her.

  “I need a rinse.” She was proud of the fact she sounded so freaking practical—so not her usual MO.

  Dante turned her to face him. She swore he gasped as he lowered her shoulders, but he was too quick for her to study his face. Warm water cascaded over the back of her head, and while she appreciated how he shuffled his fingers over her scalp to get rid of the soap, she unfortunately had to close her lids to prevent getting any liquid in her eyes instead of taking a better look at his cock.

  The compulsion to grab him surprised her, but she held her bandaged hand off to the side and used her good hand to support herself, 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 showerhead 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 determi
ne 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 every inch of his delicious mouth with her tongue. He pinched a nipple and the erotic sensations electrified every inch of her body. When he dipped two fingers into her creamy hole and swirled them around, he also strummed her clit with his thumb, and her climax slammed through her so fast her knees buckled. This time, she broke the kiss and growled—a growl that didn’t sound human to her ears.

  He dragged his mouth to her neck and picked her up. “The shower’s taking too long. I can’t wait any longer.”

  Somehow he managed to open the door and not slip as he almost ran into Trax’s bedroom. He placed her on the bed and climbed on top.

  “We’re wet.”

  “I know.” His knees spread her legs wide, and her body pulsed at the total vulnerability. “I envisioned taking my time, but I want you too much.” His heavy lids lowered and his mouth was on her tit before she could take a breath. The moment he pulled the tip taut, the ache burst into wonderment. He plucked the other hardened nub causing her back to arch.

  She clasped onto his shoulder and his bunched muscles flexed. If she could have reached his cock, she would have taken hold whether he wanted her to or not. The need to feel every peak and valley of his chiseled body took over, and she ran her hand as far down his back as she could. His head bobbed as he tortured her nipple with pleasure. Each pluck sent a shard of pain tumbling straight to her core catching her by surprise. She would have stopped him, but before she could voice her concern, the ache turned once more into blissful pleasure. These thrills were so new to her she hadn’t appreciated how quickly the sharp spikes of pain could turn into swirls of lustful ecstasy.