Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3] by Vella Day Page A

over at him. His face was covered in
blood, as was part of his body. She willed her stomach not to throw up.
    “Are you okay?” That was a
stupid question, but she needed him to assure her that he would make it. “Do I
need to go to the hospital?”
    “No. Take me home. I’ll be fine.”
    He didn’t look fine. Elena had
to slow once she turned onto the main thoroughfare. She kept glancing in the
rearview mirror, but it seemed like everyone was going in her direction.
    “Take a left at the
stoplight.”
    She put on her signal. “Will
they follow us?”
    “I doubt it. I think they
were more interested in taking me out since I was protecting you.”
    They wouldn’t have attacked him
if they hadn’t wanted her. “Maybe they wanted to resell me.”
    “We can’t be sure.” He didn’t
sound all that certain.
    “Or kill me.”
    “Depends on whether they
think you know something that can destroy their clan.”
    Thanks
for sugar coating the danger I’m in. Now, she wouldn’t dare go for a walk alone for fear they’d attack.
    Clay gave her directions to
his home, and she couldn’t wait to get inside. Those wolves were insidious. A
shiver raced up her spine, and she feared she’d never be safe again.
    As soon as they stepped
inside, the adrenaline rush eased. “I need to tend to your wounds.”
    “There are some bandages in
Dirk’s bathroom.”
    There was a sizable gash on
his arm. He’d need a large gauze pad. “You need to wash off the blood.”
    Clay moved toward her. “I’ll
take a shower. I have cuts on my back, too. Can you wash them for me? I can’t
reach there.”
    Her body clenched. That would
mean she’d have to get naked.
    He
saved your life—again.
    He was injured and not asking
to sleep with her, just to help him heal.
    What had she been thinking?
She could clean his back before he stepped in the shower.
    You
want to make love with him .
Her vagina cramped thinking about doing it again.
    What the
heck. She’d tumbled
this close to hell, she might as well enjoy the ride into
the devil’s inferno.
    “Be happy to.”
    As she turned to go toward
Dirk’s bedroom, she thought she caught Clay’s lips lift into a smile. He
followed her into the bathroom.
    She turned on the showerhead.
As soon as she took off her sneakers and removed her shirt, her sensibility
returned. “I can’t.”
    “Sugar, if you don’t feel
comfortable getting undressed in front of me that’s fine. I’ll wash the best I
can.”
    Guilt swamped her. She could
leave on her bra and panties, which looked like a swimsuit anyway. “Okay.”
    He stepped closer, looking
strong. “Okay, what?”
    “I’ll help.” She turned her
back and removed all but her undergarments and faced him.
    Clay’s jaw sagged and his
eyes sparkled. “You do realize that sooner or later we’re going to be
together?”
    He’s
right, you know .

 
    Chapter Seven
    If this guard sent his photo to Hood, Hood
would spot Dirk as a fake. Before the man had the chance to click send , Dirk charged. Taking him down
shouldn’t be hard. Dirk had a good twenty-year advantage. What he didn’t count
on was the knife in the man’s hand that sliced right through Dirk’s belly. The
pain arrived quickly. It would soon disappear, but not before it slowed him.
    If he’d had time to shift, he would have,
but five seconds was an eternity. The guard outweighed him by thirty pounds.
The guy grabbed Dirk’s shoulders, shifted his weight, and did a leg sweep. The
two tumbled.
    Once on the ground, the man swung the
knife again. This time Dirk was prepared. He delivered a chop to the man’s
wrist, and the knife clanked to the ground. He elbowed the guard in the face.
The man grunted.
    That split second of distraction allowed
Dirk to reach for the knife and slit the man’s throat. Werewolves healed fast
unless the injury hit a vital organ or an artery. The blood spray coated Dirk’s
chest, and he rolled out of the way. His belly ached, forcing him to place a
hand