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

about you.” He ran his tongue over his lips, melting her insides.
    “Me, too.”
    Every warning bell sounded, but she had to have
him. It was crazy. Before yesterday, she wouldn’t have considered sex in the
middle of the store. After making love with Dante one time, she’d become a
desperate woman. How had that happened? Did both he and his brother have
special powers that made her desire skyrocket? Right now, nothing would
surprise her.
    Dante loomed over her and the
crooked smile she’d come to enjoy appeared. He made sure she was far enough
back on the table to bend her knees and plant her feet on the hard surface.
“This will only take a minute. Don’t worry. I’ll hear the bell ring if someone
comes in.”
    If a customer rounded the
corner before she could pull up her clothes, she’d be mortified. If she had use
of both hands, she might not have worried. Before she commented this might not
be wise, his mouth clamped over her pussy and his tongue went to work shooting
sparks of need straight up her body.
    Molten fire filled her. “Oh,
God.” Spikes of lust pricked her. His tongue nabbed her clit and flicked it
right and left. She scooted lower. “Fuck me!”
    He lifted his head. “Not yet.
I need your sweet honey.”
    No one had said that to her,
ever. His sincerity made her feel sexier than she’d ever felt before. He
slipped a hand under the blouse and pushed her bra over her tits. Her nipples
puckered even before he touched her. When he pinched one tip, desire slammed
through her. He was too far away to grab his cock, but she managed to run her
hand through his floppy hair. His silky strands electrified her fingertips and
she wanted more.
    With his free hand, he pulled
down on her shoulder to bring her closer. The pants trapped her legs, but she
didn’t want to take the time to remove them.
    “Hurry.”
    He stepped to the side and
drove three fingers into her pussy while he lifted her shirt with the other
then slipped up her bra. Now that he’d exposed both tits, he dropped his head
and sucked hard on one nipple. Spikes of need spiraled between her legs turning
her body into a hot volcano. When he curled his fingers and hit her sweet spot,
she took off like a rocket. She gulped in air and tried hard not to scream.
    Her groan sounded deep and
desperate. Closing her eyes, she let her climax wash over her.
    Dante stood back. “You are
too sweet. I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”
    Not that she didn’t desire,
and even need his cock, but it was only fair to reciprocate. She sat up. “Help
me pull up my pants. I need to lick your cock.”
    “Oh, sugar, those are fucking
sweet words to hear.”
    He guided her off the table.
Between the two of them, they had her readjusted in seconds. When she looked
down, his cock had escaped its confines, and the top had bubbled with pre-cum.
    He exchanged places with her
so he could sit on the table and provide her with a better angle. She bent
over, and before she grabbed him, she slowly dragged her tongue up his length.
    Dante took hold of her hair
and tugged. “Don’t tease me, sugar. There’s too little time.”
    He was right. She gripped his
cock and drew at least half of him into her mouth. Wanting to give him a good
experience, she swirled her tongue around his length and waited to hear his
groan.
    Sure, she’d given men blowjobs
before, but they hadn’t held much meaning. With Dante, she wanted to make him
happy. Stroking him lightly, she lifted her mouth up and down.
    “Sugar.” He growled.
    He reached under her chest
and pinched a nipple through her bra. She arched her back and moaned. She
tightened her grip and sucked harder. Her head bounced to some rhythm in her
head, which happened to coincide with the pressure on her tit.
    When he used both hands to massage
her breasts and pressed them together, she increased her speed, imagining his
cock dipping into her pussy.
    He groaned, drew his hands up
to her shoulders and pulled her to a