Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - Task Force Three and the Irish Jewel [The Men of Five-O #3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  The smell of the cedarwood combined with remnants of burning firewood from the past invaded her chaotic senses. Her eyes zeroed in on the king-size bed and thick, soft-looking hunter-green comforter. Pillows upon pillows crowded in front of and across the tall cherrywood headboard, making her imagine laying her head atop of them and snuggling for hours. Then she noticed the array of women’s clothing sitting on top of the high wardrobe closet. Were they for her, and if so, how did they accomplish that?

  She walked closer, examining the sizes and colors of the various sweaters, shirts, and jeans.

  “I told you that we would take care of you, Ava.”

  Ava gasped and quickly turned toward William, surprised at his sudden presence in the room. Her heart pounded faster as she locked gazes with him. The man stood at about six feet five inches, and although she wasn’t very short at five feet seven inches, the man appeared gigantic to her.

  “Thank you,” she offered as her voice cracked. He moved closer, looking her body over, making every inch that his hazel eyes took in begin to tingle and heat up.

  Instinctively she took a step back, colliding with the wardrobe closet. He didn’t hesitate but moved swiftly and now stood inches in front of her.

  She took a deep breath, absorbing every sensation of dominance and strength that emitted from his body. And what a body William had. He was bulky yet trim with no fat, just pure muscle. She suddenly felt self-conscious. Her hair was probably a mess from sleeping in the SUV. She could use another shower, yet something carnal and animalistic burned in William’s eyes and penetrated her soul. She felt incredibly hungry.

  As his fingertips touched her torso where her snug-fitting T-shirt barely covered her belly, she jumped, feeling a tiny shock of sexual stimulation.

  “The house is beautiful and this room is stunning,” she whispered, avoiding his gaze and shaking with nervousness as she tried to ignore his masculinity and appeal. The feel of his other hand, warm against her left hip, caused a soft moan to escape her lips. His fingers moved under her T-shirt as his thumb drew tiny circles against her skin.

  “Have you seen the shower?” he asked, trailing calloused digits out from under her shirt and against her skin, making her belly feel as if it dropped with disappointment. But then he undid the button to her jeans, and she gasped as she leaned back against the furniture. She shook her head while holding his gaze as he pressed his body against hers.

  “I think we should check it out together.”

  He began to push her shirt up, caressing her skin along the way. She complied with his nudge, raising her arms up higher so he could remove the material. The look in his eyes darkened as he licked his lips and stared at her breasts. He cupped them fully. “Beautiful,” he whispered before leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth.

  She reached for him, feeling the need to touch him. He stopped her hands and swiftly turned her around to face the wardrobe closet. Her breath caught in her throat, and anticipation filled her senses. He massaged up her arms, placing her hands above her to hold on to the top ledge of the dresser. Her heart rate increased, and her pussy swelled with lust.

  Large, thick hands caressed her from shoulder to spine. Soft, butterfly kisses cascaded over where his hands and fingertips explored. In a quick snap, he undid her bra and cupped her breasts from behind her.

  “So soft and sexy. I love this body, Ava. I can’t wait to get inside of you.”

  His words flowed like honey over her skin. Her throat tightened with a gasp, and he surprised her as he pinched her oversensitive nipples while thrusting his hips against her ass.

  When his hands left her breasts, she wanted to reprimand him and demand they return, but then he slowly began to push her jeans down her legs, being sure to be gentle as he removed them.

  She felt sexy and desirable standing there in only her white thong panties as her bra hung against the bends in her elbows. William caressed her spine all the way down to her hips before cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing. He kneaded the flesh, causing more fluid to leak from her oversensitive pussy. She felt his tongue licked along her lower back then against the thin material between her ass cheeks.

  She heard his zipper go down and him shimmy from his pants.

  “What about the shower?” she asked in a panic. She felt too much from his touch alone and his dominance of her body. She was about to combust, and she needed time to breathe, to be angry at his attitude.

  “Fuck the shower.” He grunted as he wrapped an arm around her midsection, lifted her in the air, and carried her to the bed. He placed her on all fours, spreading her legs just shy of the edge of the bed. She felt the material under her fingers as she clenched the comforter. She was suddenly aware of every scent, sound, and movement around her, taking in the scent of the fabric softener and cedar smell. She wanted him inside her. She was just as hot and turned on as William was, but she was too shy to tell him.

  He pressed his tongue to her pussy lips from behind and she moaned while clenching the sheets, trying to hold back from losing complete control.

  “Delicious!” he blurted out in between licks and nibbles to her clit, causing her to press back against his mouth.

  “You want my cock, Ava, don’t you? So hot and wet for me. This pussy is all mine for the taking.”

  Oh fuck!

  Ava tightened then held her breath as she felt the thick, bulbous head by her pussy. There was no slow entry this time, and she was grateful as her body became greedy and wanton for his flesh. She felt the need to the depths of her core and with all her soul. She held her breath in anticipation.

  As soon as William shoved forward, causing his cock to penetrate through her sensitive vaginal muscles, she screamed another small release. It was an exquisite torture, a feeling of completion she only seemed to sense when one of her men was deep inside of her. In and out, with each stroke he brought her body to a higher level. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. All she knew was that she wanted him hard and fast.

  “Harder, Willy, please,” she begged, and he complied, wrapping an arm around her midsection and pulling her up and back against his rock-hard cock. The new position seemed to reach deeper. With each stroke of his cock, along with the feel of his thick, solid thighs encasing her body, she came closer to orgasm. She felt his arm tighten, and she sensed the urgency as he thrust so deeply and hard she lost her breath, barely able to cry out in satisfaction. Instead, moisture lubricated his strokes, her nipples hardened and tingled, and her vision swirled in front of her.

  She shoved back against him and he returned the thrust, and it was on. It was a game of who was satisfying whom more. In and out, he continued his strokes, causing her blood to feel as if it were boiling beneath her skin.

  “Oh, Willy!” she screamed, and he growled, suddenly thrusting so hard and fast she could hardly take it. She reached under them where their bodies met and cupped his balls, grabbing them hard. He jerked into her deeply, thrusting speedily in a drastic attempt to reach his fill and own her body and soul.

  “Ava!” William roared as he bit into her shoulder, causing her to scream and orgasm. She had no idea what the hell just happened, but her body felt as if she floated on air while William continued to thrust then explode inside of her. He let her fall forward to the bed, but her arms shook, unable to bear her weight. She felt his tongue lick against her shoulder and his cock twitch inside of her while his balls remained plastered to her ass.

  “I feel weak,” she whispered, and he immediately pulled from her body, pulled her into his arms, and lay beside her on the bed.

  * * * *

  William was shocked at his possessive behavior. He bit her. He lost control of his emotions and desire for Ava, and he marked her as his mate. She cooed against his chest, snuggled closer, then fell immediately to sleep. What the hell had happened to his plan? He had all intentions of sitting her down and asking her some questions about her life, her family, and how she remained hidden the last two years. The moment
she gave him lip then headed out of the room filled with attitude, his wolf demanded to have her. When he saw her standing in the large bedroom looking emotional, he meant to comfort her but continue with his plan. Then he touched her, and that was it. She was irresistible, sexy, and just too damn tempting to not have. The attraction and sex was combustible. As he caressed her hair and listened to her calm breathing, he put off questioning and instead allowed his wolf to relish in its satisfaction of claiming its mate.

  Chapter 16

  Mick slowly opened the door to the bedroom. He and his brothers knew that Willy had marked Ava and that he was projecting protectiveness. They wanted to be sure that their brother was in control of his wolf. None of them had ever experienced anything like this before, and now that their Alpha had initiated the final process of marking their mate during sex, they would need to do the same.

  He slowly entered and immediately heard the low, deep growl come from the bed. Ava and Willy were coiled around one another, and Willy’s large hand was plastered across Ava’s ass.

  His brother growled again, and when Mick locked gazes with him he felt his own hackles rise.

  “How is it going, brother?” Mick cautiously asked, knowing that Willy would need the time to gain control of his wolf. Willy’s eyes glowed a deep yellow, and Mick stood his ground, returning the same expression and showing his wolf in return. Willy growled again, causing Ava to stir in her sleep.

  “Willy, are you doing okay?” he calmly asked again, and Mick was beginning to get concerned. If his brother went all Alpha on him and their pack, he could refuse sharing Ava with them and ultimately destroy their pack and kill Ava. She would need to bond with all five of them. It was their fate. He allowed his thoughts to flow freely, and in doing so Willy calmed his wolf and regained his control.

  “Sorry about that, brother. I don’t know what came over me,” Willy stated then snuggled against Ava.

  “I guess it was as amazing as it sounded,” Mick stated then smiled, and so did Willy.

  “Oh God, you heard us?” Ava asked as she tried to cover herself with the comforter and move away from Willy. Willy wouldn’t allow it as he clamped his legs around her lower half and covered her body with his own. He held her gaze and inhaled against her neck.

  “Have a nice rest?’ he teased then kissed along the curve of her lips as she smiled softly.

  “Are you okay? I thought I heard growling.”

  “Just fine, Ava. How about that shower?” he asked.

  “My turn to care for our Ava, Willy. You need to call Van back. He has an update for you,” Mick interrupted, and Willy growled low then thrust his hips against Ava. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged him to her.

  “I will leave you in good hands.”

  Willy stood up, and Mick met him by the side of the bed. Willy pulled Ava up and placed her hand into Mick’s open hand.

  Willy trailed a finger along her chin then across her shoulder, down her arm, and over her breast. “I’ll be back soon,” he said then turned away and began to get dressed.

  * * * *

  “What happened?” Pat asked Willy as he entered the kitchen. He was tucking his shirt into his jeans and headed toward the side door.

  “Beats the fuck out of me, Pat. I fucking lost it,” William exclaimed. Pat began to speak, but one intense look from William and he knew that his brother needed to be alone.

  “I’ll be back in a bit. Mick is with her. When I return we’ll have a talk with Ava. Together.”

  Pat, Sean, and Kyle watched as William left through the back door.

  “I’ve never seen him lose his cool before. He’s always so in charge and ornery, but right now he looks lost,” Pat stated to his brothers.

  “It’s been said that a mate can change a wolf no matter how set in his ways he is,” Kyle replied.

  Sean snorted. “If little ole Ava has Willy out of sorts then the rest of us are fucked,” Sean exclaimed.

  Pat chuckled, but Kyle appeared serious.

  “Remember who we are, Sean. Remember how important our jobs are. A woman, no matter how important and special, cannot stand in the way of progress for the packs. Ava could hold secrets our families have been searching for. Perhaps even information that the Secret Order can use to keep control over rogue wolves and the illegals. Don’t take this lightly,” Kyle stated firmly.

  “I’m not taking anything lightly. All I can tell you is that I would do anything to protect Ava. We left our jobs in the department to ensure her safety as well as ensure the protection of the Circle and the Order. But I will not deny what our woman does to me. My dick is so fucking hard right now knowing that William fucked her and marked her and that Mick is in there alone with her about to do the same thing. I crave her scent, the feel of her soft skin, and the urge to run my fingers through her silky brown locks is becoming unbearable. I could care less about anything but my mate right now, Kyle, so excuse me if that makes me weak,” Sean stated then ran his fingers through his hair. Pat stepped closer to him and placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

  “I second everything you just said, brother. Finding a mate is a gift that many wolves spend their entire lives searching for and never find. I’m not taking it lightly and I’ll enjoy every second of it. But we need to be patient. Ava is human. It will take longer for her acceptance and for her to come to terms with her place as our mate. The least we can do is be supportive and guide her. We wait until William returns.”

  Chapter 17

  Ava felt the temptation become too strong to ignore. After a shower and drying her hair, she found the house empty. The men had told her that they were checking out the perimeter to the property and to stay put. She sat for a short time staring at the numerous black bags lying in one room that was adjacent to the main bedroom. The same bedroom that she shared with the Declan brothers. She instantly felt the tingling sensation hit her skin and filter through to her bones. Unconsciously she shook a little as a chill went through her. Hugging herself, she contemplated about searching through the bags. By looks alone they appeared mysterious, and her mind went into overdrive just thinking of the possibilities.

  Could there be communication devices in there? Perhaps a radio or some other device she could use to get in touch with Walt or Brennan? The men hadn’t even told her that they were in communication with Walt. Didn’t they think that information would bring her comfort? She wondered if Fagan pack or the Circle knew more and had possibly shared that information with Declan pack. Why else would they be so reluctant to share their progress in the case? She sighed. It seemed every expression or act of affection they gave her was shortly replaced by untrusting acts instead.

  She felt that uneasy tugging in her gut, except this time it was much stronger. What was she thinking? Did she want to escape from the safety of the Declan brothers’ arms? Did she feel the need to be alone again, or was this just her obsession with wanting to know where Fenly was and to keep harassing him with her highly resourceful computer-hacking skills? He was out there living free and gaining more and more power with each transfer of money from her family’s account. If she didn’t get on a computer soon, he would dissolve every one of them. She needed to stop him. First financially, and eventually by death.

  Unfolding her legs from underneath her, she listened for any sign that the men were near. When it seemed all clear, she jumped up and began to search each bag as her heart pounded inside of her chest and her mind raced with possibilities of what Fenly had achieved in her absence from the Internet. She came across a smaller bag and unzipped it, finding a high-tech netbook computer. Bingo!

  A glance toward the doorway with no sign of the men catching her, she swallowed the lump of guilt, not so easily, down her throat. She felt a slight sting on her shoulder where Willy had bitten her. Man, was that intense, and the orgasm she felt was like nothing thus far. It may be worth having some battle wounds to continue feeling the connection and ecstasy that the one bite emitted.
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  She powered up the device and began to search for what she needed. She was an extremely fast typist and memorized codes and numbers that just came naturally once her fingers hit the keys. In a matter of seconds she was on a secure site, manipulating the password and security to get to where she needed. Fenly had obviously caught on to something suspicious as he had changed his password and added extra security to the accounts. He wasn’t that smart, and she wondered if it was the bank’s doing or if someone else was interfering in her agenda.

  Absorbed in the screen and the details of each withdrawal, her heart felt as if it fell to her stomach. The bastard had nearly withdrawn fifty percent of her father’s money, of her money. She felt the tears reach her eyes. She couldn’t be too late. There had to be a way to get that money back, just like the rest of it. If she could just figure out where the back door was, she could transfer the money to the secret account in Ireland. Eventually she would get back home. The more she typed, the more she realized that Fenly was getting help from some computer-savvy person.

  As she read down each line of transfer, she realized that the individual was transferring numerous small amounts of money to what appeared to be bogus accounts. Some of the accounts had to be fraudulent. Fenly didn’t give a shit about orphaned kids in Guam or any kids at all. He was smuggling her money out of the O’Brian accounts while falsifying her signature and consent. This was her money, not his! Now this she could fix, but it would take some time. There was no way she would let Fenly get away with this. She felt herself begin to freak out. She felt desperate and angry as the tears filled her eyes. How could he do this? How could someone like this remain alive on this earth? He was evil and she swore to herself that one day she would be the one to kill him.