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

any trouble at their place tonight.”
    Dirk leaned forward and
rubbed her shoulder. “Or ever. It’s tighter than Fort Knox.”
    She leaned her head back
against the seat. “You mean I don’t have to be on my guard?”
    Clay chuckled. “We want you
to let loose, baby.”
    She couldn’t wait.
    Dirk helped her out. The hard
part was gaining entrance. The eye scan was cool, but that was only for the
owners.
    “Tell me their names again
besides Liz Wharton and Trax and Dante Field.”
    “I’m not positive who all
will be here, but I’m betting Kurt Wendlick and his partner Drake Stanton were
invited. They both work for the Pack. Their mate is Chelsea Wilson.”
    That made two ménage couples
attending. She was highly curious how the threesomes would interact. Jealousy
between the men seemed the biggest issue. Her mind still couldn’t cope with
what it would be like to have two men with her in bed—not that she had
any plans of finding out first hand. Liar .
    When they arrived, the party
seemed to be in full swing. She leaned close to Clay who’d walked her upstairs.
“Wow. This place is awesome.” The brick walls, hardwood
floors, and granite countertops screamed money.
    “Elena.” The woman, Liz,
who’d approached her in front of her office rushed over to her. She clasped her
hand. “I’m so sorry about what happened. I never should have asked you to leave
your job.”
    “You offered me money to
leave something I hated.” She assumed Liz knew what had happened. “You weren’t
responsible for those men taking me. They targeted me and could just as easily
have abducted me after work.”
    “I still feel guilty.”
    She placed a hand on Liz’s
arm. “Don’t worry. In the end, it kind of worked out.” Even without spelling
out what had happened, her face grew hot. Both Clay and Dirk were speaking with
two other men. “Can I ask you a question?”
    “Sure. Anything.”
    This was harder than she
thought. “It’s kind of personal.”
    Liz’s mouth gaped open then
quickly shut. “You want to know what it’s like being with two men.”
    She hadn’t expected Liz to be
so open. “Yes.”
    Her new friend guided her
over to the sofa. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
    “I’m fine.”
    Liz sat next to her. “I never
imagined dating two guys at once, let alone sleeping with one after the other.”
    She did understand. “Me, either.”
Her mother’s wagging finger appeared in her mind’s eye. “What does your mother
think about you being with both men?”
    Liz’s cheer dimmed. “She’s
not with us anymore.”
    “I’m so sorry.” Elena never
was good with spouting platitudes about another person’s grief.
    Suddenly, another girl
plopped down next to her on the couch and Liz brightened. “Elena, this is my
good friend, Chelsea Wilson.”
    They shook hands. Clay had
mentioned Chelsea was the realtor who’d stumbled across a dead body. If that
wasn’t bad enough, she’d spotted the killer running away. Unfortunately, for
her, he decided she shouldn’t live.
    Elena wanted to pick their
brains. “Can I ask you both something?” Her gaze snapped between the two.
    Chelsea leaned in closer. “If
it’s about being with two amazingly hot men at once, go for it.”
    “No.” She shook her head. “It’s
about how you handle being with men in such dangerous jobs.”
    Chelsea glanced at Liz then
back at her. “Did your men tell you about the poison bullets?”
    “No.” It was quite clear she
didn’t know all that much about them. Between Liz and Chelsea, she got quite
the history lesson about werewolves.
    Chelsea was the chatterbox. “The
Pack needs to stop the Colters because they are so hard to kill. If the FBI or
the police ever got involved, a lot of human lives would be lost.”
    “That makes me feel better.”
Both Clay and Dirk had been in near death skirmishes, yet an hour later, they hardly
had a scratch on them. It was only after the fact that Dirk told her about the
attack on