Training Their Mate [Pack Wars-Book 1] by Vella Day Page A

smile. This had to be where Dante worked.
    No other doors were evident,
so she headed back down the stairs and continued to the other staircase. When
she reached the door at the bottom, she pushed it open. Success! Just stepping into civilization boosted her spirits.
    Liz inhaled, happy to be
free.
    “Sugar!” Dante trotted over
and she was almost tempted to throw herself in his arms, but she hesitated. He
should have either told her about how to get out or seen to it that she had
access to the outside.
    “I was trapped inside for
hours.”
    “Poor baby.” He encased her
in his arms. She thought about stepping out of his embrace, but the comfort
made her stand still.
    She leaned back but remained pressed against
him. “Why did you lock me in?”
    “Nothing personal.” He
chuckled. “We keep the place locked tight because if someone’s in our house we
don’t want there, he can’t escape.”
    She saw their point but
didn’t have to like it. “You don’t want me?” That wasn’t what he meant, but she
took the opportunity to tease him.
    He backpedaled her to one of
the shelving units and nibbled on her lips. “What do you think?”
    His lips on her neck ignited
her skin. “Why didn’t you wake me up before you left and say goodbye?” She
hadn’t meant to pout, but it came out that way.
    “I went into the room, but
you were zonked out and I didn’t want to disturb you.” He leaned close and
sniffed. “Why do I smell my brother on you?”
    “Um.” Maybe she should have
washed her face, but she never thought he’d be able to smell that well.
    He grinned. “He kissed you,
didn’t he?”
    “Yes.” She wouldn’t give any
details how the kiss came about.
    “Hot damn!”
    “You’re happy?” He had said
it was okay to be with his brother, but she really hadn’t believed him.
    He devoured her mouth and her
body melted. She guessed that would be a yes. Her body tensed, but only for a
second. She hadn’t seen any customers when she entered the store, but someone
could walk in any moment. Right now, she didn’t care. His one hand massaged her
breast and the other rubbed her ass. Memories
of how he’d made her body feel returned, and she wanted to relive that amazing
experience once more.
    She’d already committed a
crime, had men attempt to kill her, and learned the world wasn’t anything like
what she’d believed. The last twenty-four hours would have been tragically
terrible had it not been for Dante. Now, she wanted him again.
    She slipped her hand between
them and grabbed his crotch.
    “Sugar, you really don’t want
to go there.”
    Yes
I do . Ignoring his plea,
she held on and squeezed. Her thumb brushed his zipper and she lowered it. She
expected a cloth barrier to block her , but his cock popped into her hand.
“Nice!”
    She barely got her fingers on
him when he pulled away. “I have to taste you first.”
    She clung to the word first . “Someone might come in.”
    His gaze implied he didn’t
give a damn. That was so like Dante. He had her jeans’ button popped and the
material down over her hips before she could protest. Perhaps one little lick
would hold her over until she got him alone.
    He slipped a finger into her
pussy and her juices went wild. She didn’t care if he said he wanted to go
first, she needed to touch him. Before her hand reached his cock, he blocked
her.
    “I won’t last. I’ll admit it.
I’m weak when it comes to you.”
    She didn’t want him to come
when they had so little time. “Okay.”
    Pamphlets, small boxes, and other items lined a display table behind him. In
one swipe, he knocked everything to the ground. The noise alone would alert a
customer. When no footsteps sounded, she relaxed—sort of.
    He picked her up and dumped
her on the table then tugged down her panties along with her jeans and
scrunched her pants as low as they would go without taking them off. His gaze
never left the V between her legs.
    “I couldn’t sleep last night
dreaming