Dwyer, Dixie Lynn- Task Force One: Dani's Got a Gun [The Men of Five-0 #4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (10 page)

As her eyes popped open, she saw Randolph standing in the doorway and she tightened up.

Both Van and Baher didn’t even look toward their brother.

“Dinner,” he told them.

“Dessert’s first tonight,” Baher stated then chuckled as Van ran his teeth over Dani’s neck. She squirmed and pleaded then released again.

She was a pile of mush and couldn’t stand. She’d had it. She was exhausted.

* * * *

Randolph could smell Dani’s delicious scent from the hallway. His heart pounded inside of his chest and his cock swelled, thick and hard beneath his camo pants. He walked into the bathroom, looking her body over. She was gorgeous, with large breasts and pretty pink nipples that looked like berries to pick and suck. He felt his eyes begin to glow slightly. Van was holding her, cupping one breast and rubbing his thumb gently over the nipple while he used his other hand to secure her arm above her head.

“Leave that up, you hear me?” Van warned Dani. She nodded, and he let his other hand slide down her arm, over her armpit, right to her other breast. His large hands now cupped both breasts. Randolph stared at her.

“Come take a taste of our sweet mate, Randolph,” Baher stated after licking her cream and moving to the side.

Dani tried to press her thighs together and lower her arm as if embarrassed by her exposure.

“Don’t!” both Randolph and Van stated, and she immediately placed her arm back up and over her head.

Randolph locked gazes with Dani. Her light-green eyes looked hazed over, her pupils dilated, and her full round lips parted.

He moved in front of her, maintaining eye contact.

He was an extra large man. Built with muscles upon muscles, and with all his tattoos, he knew he appeared intimidating. She looked delicate, feminine, yet everything inside him told him that Daniella was strong, maybe even to a fault. He didn’t want his woman battling rogue wolves. He didn’t like seeing her injured and covered in blood.

He lowered himself to his knees and she shook. He hoped it wasn’t in fear.

“He won’t hurt you,” Van whispered then gave a look toward Randolph as if wanting him to say more to Dani to ease her mind. Well, he wasn’t big on words, and right now, if he spoke, he’d say something stupid or too intense. Instead, he would show what her body did to him.

He touched her ankle and squeezed gently, his thumb and pinky touched one another with room to spare. He looked back up at her and she seemed to realize the same thing.

He lifted her leg and caressed his palm against her soft, feminine skin then leaned down to press his lips to her skin. She allowed him to bend her knee and place it over his shoulder while he used his palm to touch her.

“Like silk,” he whispered, moving his digits slowly up her inner thigh and right to her pussy. As the tips of his fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh, she moaned.

She was panting and pressing her pussy forward. His eyes burned and his insides fought for control of his wolf. He wanted to bite her, claim her this second.

Instead, he pressed one long, thick digit between her delicate flesh.

“Oh God.” She moaned and his digit wasn’t even fully inside of her.

“Easy now,” he whispered then pushed upward. Her pussy responded, lubricating his finger and allowing him better access to her. He pumped his finger upward and Baher caressed her other inner thigh, spreading her wider.

In and out he pumped his finger then couldn’t hold off any longer. He needed to taste her.

He spoke to his brothers through their link and they helped prepare her body. He was a big man and needed room. He was nearly out of breath from squatting so low on the ground. Van lifted her up. He sat on the vanity and spread her legs over his thighs. Before she could decipher what was happening, Randolph was between her thighs inhaling her scent. His wolf eyes glowed, and he licked her then raised his eyes to see her face.

She watched in awe, her light-green eyes glazed over with arousal, and he let his wolf tongue show.

She gasped and he plunged it into her, rotating, caressing and devouring her cream as she exploded over and over again.

He used his hands to spread her pussy lips and then press his finger lower and under her. He continued to eat at her then pressed a digit against her puckered hole.

He pushed through. Her cream lubricated both entrances while he thrust tongue and finger into each.

She screamed and bucked on Van’s lap as Randolph continued to bring her pleasure.

* * * *

“Oh please, I can’t take it. Oh!” Dani screamed then fell back against Van’s chest. Randolph was a giant, and he just brought her to climax while his finger had gone where no man had gone before.

As he pulled from her body, that magnificent, long wolf tongue licked her clean. How the hell did he do that? She wasn’t turned off but utterly turned on.

“Is the party in here?” Miele asked as Bently followed him into the bathroom.

“No, no more, please, I can’t take it,” Dani stated, out of breath as Van massaged her breasts and Randolph kissed her inner thighs then lifted them off of Van. Randolph cupped her cheek and stared down at her. He looked so intense, and he was definitely a man of few words. But what he said to her as he played with her body turned her into a sex-craved lunatic. She swallowed hard.

He leaned down closer to her face.

“Perfect,” he said then kissed her. He lifted her up, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her out of the bathroom, past Bently and Miele, and to the bed. He sat her down and the others joined them. Van pulled a T-shirt from the edge of the bed that was folded neatly along with a pair of boxers.

Randolph helped her into it, and before he released her, he gently caressed his knuckles against her cheek.

Oh God, I’m in love with a giant wolf.

“Let’s get these on and go get dinner. You must be starving,” Baher stated then tried to place her feet into the boxers. He lifted her by her waist and pulled them up.

“Thank you.” She looked up at each of them.

They smiled except for Van and Randolph.

Randolph was in front of her again. He bent down and lifted her into his arms.

“Hold on,” he told her firmly. She swallowed hard and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

Chapter 7

Dani was sore. There was no denying that. This was the first time in her career, never mind her life, that she got injured like this. However, call her crazy, but she was feeling kind of on a high and numb around the Fagan men. It was so insane and there was this constant tingling, almost burning sensation on the back of her neck, just below the hairline. It felt as if an imaginary line extended down her spine and through her body, every part but especially her pussy and breasts.

She rubbed the back of her neck as she watched the five men that gathered around the large industrial-like kitchen, preparing dinner. The table was set, beer and wine being served as Miele added roasted chicken to a large white platter. He looked kind of sexy and domesticated. That made her chuckle to herself. It was hard to believe that these men could turn into wolves whenever they wanted to. She clutched her stomach and closed her eyes as she thought about the killer. She was scared. She was trying to be tough because she was a highly trained professional, in a profession and position as a homicide detective in New York City. She’d proven herself and her capabilities in the past, and this time would be no different.

“Are you feeling okay?” she heard Bently ask as he reached toward her face to gently push a loose strand of hair from her cheek.

He was a flirt and then some. She knew the type, except he also had that extra umph of something that made her pussy tingle just from his focus on her.

It was eerie and also interesting.

“I’m fine, thank you,” she whispered then got that burning sensation at the base of her neck. She reached back and rubbed it.

“Hey, you keep doing that. Is your neck bothering you?” Baher asked as he reached toward her shoulders from behind and began to massage there. The tingling subsided.
How odd.

She didn’t want to tell them what she was feeling. As wild as it seemed that she trusted them, she didn’t want to give in so easily. It was her stubborn, “I can take care of myself” attitude. She knew this. She wasn’t denying her attraction to the men. That would be hopeless, but she didn’t have to come off as easy. Like she did upstairs in their damn bathroom. She was ready to spread her legs and yell, “Orgy…who’s in?”

She felt her cheeks warm. She needed more than sex from them. She felt it to the depths of her soul. She was standing her ground.

She wiggled off the stool, pushing Bently’s hands off her shoulders and nearly knocking him out of the way. As she stood, she cringed with pain and took a few short, necessary breaths. Damn did that hurt, and now that she placed some distance between herself and the two men, she felt that burning sensation on her neck.
What the fuck!

Miele placed the platter of chicken on the table as the others grabbed the side dishes of food. Bently and Baher stared at her then both reached for her chair to hold it out so she could sit. She felt a little guilty for pushing them away, but she needed to establish some boundaries. If they kept touching her, any of them, then she was as good as fucked, literally, and right now she needed her wits about her.

Dani was surprised when Bently moved around to the other side of the table, next to Van who sat directly across from her. Randolph sat on the other side of Van. She looked toward him, and he had his hands clasped together a few inches below his chin as his bold green eyes bore into her. Again, her body was in full awareness of these men.

Now Baher and Miele took position on either side of her. Their arms brushed against her arms, and she felt herself take a quick inhale of breath, then feel the perspiration hit her brow. She was so oversensitive she felt like one of those live wires knocked down during a thunder-and-lightning storm that danced along the blacktop, out of control. She was doing everything she could to ignore these sensations as she squeezed her thighs together

“Eat, Dani. I can hear your stomach growling from here,” Van stated, his voice firm and authoritative, making her jump then stare at him. She was not used to being ordered around. They needed to understand that or they would fight all the time.

“Those are some intense wolf senses you have, Van, that you can hear my belly rumble from over there.” She used the tongs to grab a juicy piece of roasted chicken, the aroma making her belly rumble louder this time.

“As wolves, we have extraordinary senses, especially the sense of smell and instinctive abilities,” Van replied, taking a piece of chicken before adding a pile of potatoes to his plate. His brothers followed suit. They had let her take her food first, then the Alpha, interesting.

“What else can you sense right now with all this delicious food filling the air?” she asked, kind of egging him on or almost challenging this concept of innate abilities wolves supposedly had.

She was cutting her chicken and glanced up at Van and those gorgeous green eyes of his, waiting for a response from him. He looked her over and every body part came alive.

“I can smell your arousal, Daniella, and sense your need to fight those sensations running rampant in your body. I can smell your sweet cream and practically taste it on my tongue.”

For the love of God, why, why did I antagonize this man?

She swallowed hard and tried not to falter at his stare. Her cheeks burned, and arousal filled her to the core. She noticed the others had a similar ability to stare deeply and almost expect others to lower their eyes and bow down, and it pissed her off that she felt that sensation now.