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

adoring eyes. Trax held in his groan. He could see it
now. Dante would want her to stay around, but there was no way she was living
here. Liz would be a constant distraction and if he ever expected to put away
the Colters, she would be a hindrance. Besides, the fact they were werewolves
would surely come out, and that was the last thing the Pack needed was a
busybody woman blabbing to the world about who they were.
    She followed Dante, but he
turned around. “Sugar, as much as I’d love to cuddle up to you all night long,
we’d get no sleep. Trust me, I can go all night long.”
    Trax had shared enough women
with Dante to know his brother had the stamina of a flower deprived of water
for days.
    She moved in close. Jesus, if
he saw them kiss, he’d—well he didn’t know what he’d do but he sure as
hell didn’t need to be watching.
    He averted his gaze and
strode past them. “I need to get my toiletries out of the bathroom and some
clothing.” He sure as hell didn’t need to go back into his room with Liz there.
Sure, he’d need to use his computer that was set up in the corner, but only
after she was up.
    Christ, he never should have
brought her here. It was all the more reason to stop Couch. Then Liz would be
safe and on her way.
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    The morning sun speared
through the window and disrupted Liz’s carnal dream. She shielded her eyes as
she sat up and yawned. Trax’s king size bed had been incredibly comfortable and
his flannel sheets soft and warm. She almost didn’t want to get up, but the smell
of bacon and eggs drew her.
    She dreaded changing out of
her comfortable sleepwear, but she wanted to check on her wounds so she pulled
off her pajama bottoms and lifted the bandages covering her scraped knees. To
her delight, the wounds had almost scabbed over. She decided to keep it
uncovered. Her hand, however, was a different story.
    Maybe she’d ask Dante to
change the covering or perhaps leave it open so it could breathe. Then again,
she’d have to be extra careful if she kept the stiches exposed. As she put on
undies and got into her jeans, buttoning her jeans wasn’t going to happen nor
was putting on a bra. Damn .
    Perhaps Dante could help her
dress. She stuck her head out the door and scanned the living room. Trax was in
the kitchen with his back to her.
    He turned around. “Morning.”
    “Good morning. Where’s
Dante?”
    “At work.”
    Shit . “Oh.”
    “You need something?”
    “Yes. I’ll be out in a sec.”
    She closed the door, located
her bra and placed the straps over her shoulders. Holding the bra close to her
chest, she stepped out.
    Trax’s eyes darkened as he
kept his gaze, not on her face, but on her chest. Could this get any more
embarrassing?
    “I need a hand, literally,
with hooking my bra and buttoning my pants.”
    His jaw tensed. “Come here.”
He didn’t sound pissed, but he sure as hell wasn’t happy.
    She proffered her back, and
his warm fingers hooked her bra in two seconds. His touch altered something
inside of her. What was up with that? Dante was the kind of man she’d always
dreamed of. He was funny and considerate yet there seemed to be some unleashed
power bursting to get out.
    “Thanks.” She adjusted the
bra so that she was covered and turned around.
    Her luck, her only bra was
the one she’d worn when trying to entice Couch into hiring her. It was a demi
cup so only her nipples were hidden. Now Trax would think she was trying to put
the moves on him. That was so not the case.
    Liar .
    “Can you button this for me?”
She lifted her shirt to expose the open waistband.
    He didn’t answer as he
stepped close. His spicy scent had her body thrumming. This was not right and
she averted her gaze. His fingers scraped against her skin and her body heated.
What was wrong with her?
    Once more, he didn’t linger
as he buttoned her jeans. She expected him to step back, but instead he stayed
close. Her breath increased, and she couldn’t have moved if she’d