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

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “I did not say that you smell, Daniella.”

  “Dani!” she yelled.

  He raised his eyebrows at her and she closed her lips.

  “I will explain further once you’re feeling better.”

  “Oh, I feel great. As a matter of fact, I feel like getting up and getting out of here.”

  Dani cringed as she tossed back the sheets in anger and stood up. She completely forgot about being naked and about having injuries and bruises. This man got under her skin in a flash. She couldn’t think straight.

  His arms were around her in an instant, assisting her.

  “Damn it, Daniella, you cannot be jumping out of bed with your injuries.”

  She held his waist, the rough texture of his jeans brushed erotically against her aroused body pats. Damn, she was so fucking horny and had no idea why. Did they give her something?

  She was breathing heavy and it seemed to have more to do with her sudden sexual desires than her injuries. She gripped his waist and slowly looked up toward him.

  He stared at her straight-faced. “What you’re feeling is normal. Soon enough we will each ease that ache.”

  “Excuse me? I don’t know what you’re talking about. You lost me and I want to leave.”

  “You’re not leaving.”

  “Did you drug me?” she asked, and he shook his head as if annoyed with her childish question.

  “Of course not. You passed out from the trauma of the attack and your injuries. Charlie gave you something to numb the area where he stitched you up.”

  “Stitches? I have stitches?” she asked, stepping back, off-balance again as she tried to look down at the bandages.

  Van held her firmly by her hips. She felt her breasts bounce and the reality of her nakedness quickly sank in.

  She swallowed hard and hoped that her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. With what dignity she had left, she straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin.

  “I would like some clothing, please.” She swallowed hard. She saw his eyes were glowing and he kept his mouth closed tight. Taking a small step back, he pulled off his black T-shirt and then placed it on her.

  Was he fucking serious?

  The scent of him filled her body, her nostrils, and her entire being. It was outrageous, but she felt wrapped in him. She closed her eyes, and then she felt his hands on her hips.

  Looking up toward him, her eyes barely opened all the way as a feeling of drunkenness nearly overtook her as he spoke.

  “You are our mate, Daniella. Do not fight the sensations you are feeling.”

  She could hardly make out his massive chest filled with muscles. The intricate tattoos expanded over his breast, shoulder, and down his arm over muscle upon muscle. She imagined licking across his skin, tasting every inch of him, all of him, unmarked or inked up.

  He leaned down and cupped her neck and head then slowly, confidently moved closer. She anticipated the feel of his lips and wondered if they would be soft or rough. When he kissed her lips, she knew she sensed his dominance and masculinity. She was in a real man’s arms. She felt his other hand caress along her backside, molding her front to his front. Her very wet pussy pressed against his jean-covered cock, and she wanted him. Oh God, did she want him.

  His kiss grew deeper as he made love to her mouth and held her body against his own. The fabric of his T-shirt teased her nipples to the point of causing her to moan. He released her lips slowly, trailing kisses down her neck to her shoulder. One hand remained holding her ass snug against his cock while he used the other to cup her breast. He had incredibly large hands.

  “Oh God, what is wrong with me?”

  “Absolutely nothing.” He pinched her nipple as he nibbled on her neck with his teeth. When he slowly pulled back, indicating he was done tasting her, she opened her eyes and locked gazes with him. His green eyes were glowing like that of a wolf and his incisors looked elongated. It was wild and crazy as she gasped and tried to retreat. His hold was firm, and when he spoke, his voice was slightly distorted.

  “Don’t be afraid. It is you that brings my wolf to surface, tests my ability to maintain control, when all I want to do is sink my cock deep into your pussy and become part of you.”

  Holy fuck, what am I supposed to say to that?

  She swallowed hard.

  “I don’t know what to say. I never…”

  He pulled back and steadied her by her hip bones.

  “There’s plenty of time to explain. Would you like to shower? I can help you.”

  She sniffed the air then scrunched her eyebrows. “Do I really smell that badly?” He was giving her a complex.

  He chuckled then pulled her against his chest.

  “Not bad, but that good.”

  He picked her up gently in his arms and carried her toward the bathroom.

  * * * *

  By the grace of God, Dani took a shower and actually felt slightly better. She used the soap and lathered it nice and thick so maybe these men wouldn’t keep referring to her as having a scent of some kind easily detected. She went over the day’s events in her head combined with bits of information Margo had shared about wolves in general. Alphas were superior. She got that, totally could see that with all five of the men and especially Van and Randolph. She thought about the sketch artist from the department, about Baily and the fact that the killer knew where she was headed. How the hell did it know that? Was it really after her now? Could this have something to do with what Margo told her? Did Dani actually possess some kind of healing power for wolves? Well, not any wolves, but the Fagan Pack wolves. Well, maybe others as well. She thought about the woman who died in the warehouse. She swallowed, feeling the thickness in her throat as her belly growled with hunger. This was too much to take in. The men were overwhelming her on top of all the rest of the stuff. Her head ached and she closed her eyes a moment, letting the hot water run over her body.

  She rinsed, being careful to avoid getting the bandage wet best she could. That fucking beast nearly ripped her breast off. It gave her the chills. Her bullets hadn’t done shit to it. There had to be a way to kill it. She needed to be armed and ready to defend herself. Her gun brought her feelings of safety and power. Without it, she felt naked and lost. She wasn’t giving that monster another chance. Next time she would kill that beast. Perhaps the men would know how.

  She saw that the bandages were not holding up well, despite the plastic coating. She probably shouldn’t have showered yet, but the way they referred to her scent being so strong and different didn’t sit right with her. Charlie had covered the stitches with some kind of plastic to keep it dry. As she dried off, she noticed that the edges were coming off. She probably shouldn’t have showered that long, but she scrubbed her body thoroughly with concern over the scent she was apparently omitting. But with the soap being unscented, which made no sense to her at all, she had scrubbed her skin triple time. She didn’t want the stitches to get infected. She panicked and then she heard the knock on the door.

  She held the towel against her body as the door opened slowly.

  “Daniella, are you okay?” Van asked in a very deep voice that seemed to travel over her oversensitive body.

  Get a grip, woman. You don’t need this kind of trouble.

  “I’m just drying off. Um…are there any more bandages around?”

  The door opened further and Van entered, his expression filled with concern. Just as she began to ask what he thought he was doing, Baher joined him.

  Both men were dressed in black camo pants and were wearing black T-shirts stretched across their muscles. She swallowed hard as they ate up the space between them and her.

  She clutched the towel tighter and took a retreating step back, nearly falling into the tub.

  “Stop! Both of you, right there!” Both men froze. She held the towel with one hand, and all it seemed to be covering was her pussy.

  “Damn, Dani, let us help you with that. The bandages are coming undone,” Baher stated a
s he walked around her and over toward a closet in the far corner. She turned a little sideways, giving Van a clear view of her right ass cheek and thigh as she watched to see what Baher was up to.

  He ran his hand through that brown hair of his then stretched up, causing his biceps to peek out further from the confinement of his shirtsleeve. Her eyes roamed over every delicious inch of him as he stretched farther. The move exposed more tattoos, and she licked her lips.

  My God, the man has a great ass.

  She heard Van clear his throat, and when she looked back at him, his arms were crossed in front of his chest and his one eyebrow rose up. He caught her staring at his brother. Well, drooling was more like it.

  Baher returned with a large first aid kit in hand.

  “Okay. Leave it on the counter and get out,” she told them, and they ignored her. They actually ignored her. Baher placed the box on the counter then knelt down in front of her, placing his hand on her thigh and the towel. His hazel eyes stared up at her.

  “Let me see it,” he told her in a very calm voice that sent goose bumps over her flesh. He was even better looking close up, and he smelled great, too.

  She shook her head. Now I’m fucking smelling them like they’ve smelled me.

  “Listen to him now,” Van stated firmly with his arms still crossed in front of him and a scowl mean as could be on his face. She swallowed hard and lifted her chin.

  “No. I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself.”

  “Those days are over. We’re taking care of you now,” Van snapped at her.

  She was shocked, outraged, and nearly speechless, and, double damn it, turned on by his tone and words. She needed to fight this. She was an independent woman.

  “I don’t think so, Van.”

  Baher placed the palm of his large hand against her thigh and she gasped. She couldn’t stop him with one hand while her other hand held the towel in place.

  Baher gently pressed his hand against her skin then slowly moved upward under the towel. Her belly muscles tightened, her legs felt as if they were beginning to shake. Baher was a good-looking man with very large hands. The way his hand covered her entire thigh made her feel feminine and definitely aroused. His hazel eyes were fixed on her and she immediately focused on them and then his lips. She licked her lip then held the bottom lip with her teeth.

  “You’ve got great legs, Dani. They’re long and sexy. I like this tattoo on your hip bone, a sunflower, very nice. Now let me see the bandage so I can fix it.”

  Van was immediately by her other side, and when she turned toward him to question him, Baher moved the towel out of the way.

  She couldn’t turn from Van’s controlling stare, and it was too late when she realized her mistake in letting her guard down. Van placed his hand against her neck and face, and then moved in for a very intense kiss. His mouth devoured hers and they both began to duel over who was in control. Meanwhile, Baher moved both hands up the back of her thighs, his face was level with her pussy. She could feel his warm breath collide against her most sensitive flesh, and the towel, her safety blanket, was nowhere to be found.

  Van continued to torment her mouth, licking, pulling, and then nibbling her lips and tongue before plunging into her mouth again and again. She absorbed every sensation, every bit of masculinity and commanding sense about him from his muscular chin to his possessive lips. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt Baher’s lips against her folds then his tongue push against her pussy.

  She moaned against Van’s mouth and tried to retreat, but neither man would allow that. She gripped Van’s shoulders for support as Baher lifted her thigh over his shoulder so he could gain better access to her body.

  Every inch of her screamed with celebration and enjoyment. It had been so long since she was touched like this. As a matter of fact, nothing, no foreplay or even sex felt as hot and heavy and hopefully satisfying as she thought it might get. When he pressed a finger to her pussy, she pushed against Van and he held her firmly. The palm of his hand was plastered over her ass, pressing down as Baher thrust his finger into her pussy. He somehow brushed a digit between the crevice of her ass cheeks making her bend slightly so she could absorb every sensation. The two hard male bodies surrounding her added to her pleasure, and then Van cupped her right breast.

  His hands were large, too, and her breasts felt full and her nipples hard from his ministrations. She felt everything to her core. From Van’s calloused thumb caressing across her delicate nipple to Baher’s digit moving in and out of her pussy. She wanted more. She wanted to throw inhibition to the wind and yell, “take me!”

  As Baher added a second digit then licked against her folds, she exploded in pleasure, pulling her mouth from Van’s in an attempt to catch her breath. Her head rolled back, and her hips thrust against Baher’s fingers as she rode the amazing orgasm out.

  She felt Baher’s fingers slow down. Then his tongue joined them as Van licked and sucked along her neck. He pinched her nipple making her gasp then moan. It was an overload of emotions, sensations, and such an out-of-control reaction to two very intriguing strangers. She couldn’t let this go any further. It wasn’t right and she wasn’t this easy.

  “You have to stop. Oh God, this is so bad.”

  “You’re very naughty, Daniella. You need discipline.” Van teased her then squeezed her ass cheek hard while Baher pumped his fingers upward. Van’s long, hard digit pressed between the crevice of her ass harder, causing pressure against her puckered hole, all while Baher continued to pump his digits into her pussy. She was stunned that she came.

  “Oh!” She gasped in surprise but molded herself tighter against Van, but it was too hard, making herself jump from the pain in her side.

  All touching ceased. Baher pulled his fingers slowly from her pussy then kissed her there. Van turned her toward Baher, lifting her right arm up and over her shoulder and placed it on his neck. Van used both hands to reach under her arms and cup her breast with one while the other kept her arm up and away from the bandages. If his controlling hold on her was meant to make her remain still, he was out of his fucking mind. She was tight as a spring in need of their touch, and she had come at least twice already.

  She wanted Baher’s fingers back inside of her, or better yet, his cock would be perfect. With her breasts pushed out all taut and nipples hard, her arm held upright as if she were bound to Van while her lower half dripped with need as Baher tended to her wound, she felt like screaming. In this position, she was fully exposed to Baher. He had to see her cream dripping down her thigh, and every time she tensed and tried to close her thighs, her body shook and her pussy quaked. It was them. It was these two men that did it to her.

  She panted still, and she was suddenly embarrassed. She was acting like she’d never been touched by a sex god before. She watched the intensity on Baher’s face.

  Okay, so I’ve never met any sex gods before now.

  She attempted to tighten her thighs together, but then Van pressed his thigh between them from behind her. The material of his pants was like an accelerant and enflamed her skin, making her feel ready to combust. She began to slightly move back and forth. Her pussy rubbed against the material until Van gripped her a little tighter, indicating her to stop.

  Holy fuck, I’m gyrating against him.

  His palm cupped her breast tighter then lowered down the swell of her belly, straight to her pussy where she needed it most. He used his fingers to spread her pussy lips as he whispered against her neck.

  “I like you spread open like this.” He took a deep breath of air. “I can smell your delicious cream, Daniella, and I want a taste as soon as Baher’s done.”

  She closed her eyes and willed back her body’s immediate reaction to Van’s voice and words, but it was no use. She felt her cream drip.

  “Let’s take care of this.” Baher’s voice caught her off guard as she stirred beneath Van’s ministrations. Baher slowly began to pull the tape and bandage from her moist skin
. She cringed from the pinching pain but was so overly aroused that she would accept pain over the embarrassing emotions she had. She let two men touch her so intimately at the same time. As Baher pulled the sticky bandage from her sensitive skin, she felt aroused instead of any pain or pinching. How was that possible?

  Baher moved slowly and Dani tried to control her breathing as the giant behind her alternated between playing with her breast and pussy, pinning one of her arms against his neck as he did so. The rough, heavy weight of his hand caressed along her skin, making her tense. As she absorbed the sensations she felt little spasms of release from her core. How the hell is he doing that to me? He moved his other hand away from her pussy, and she wanted to order him back but couldn’t.

  “Your health and safety are our top priorities, Daniella. Let Baher finish and then I’ll take care of that hunger you feel inside of you,” Van whispered as he pulled her nipple then licked across her neck.

  “It’s Dani,” she stated firmly. It pissed her off, turned her on, and made her weak. She didn’t do weak.

  “I like to call you Daniella. Dani’s a boy’s name and you are no boy.” Van pinched her nipple again and pressed the palm of his hand down her belly to her pussy, cupping it hard while his thigh pressed forward.

  Her body rubbed against his jean-covered thigh, the sensation of hard muscle against soft tissue had her moaning, but then he pinched her just as Baher ripped the last strip of tape from her skin.

  “Ouch,” she moaned.

  “Sorry, baby,” Baher stated as she looked down at him. Van moved his hand off her pussy, and Baher kissed her pussy lips then licked between the folds.

  She swallowed hard.

  “I am so screwed,” she whispered in defeat of their tactics.

  “You will be shortly,” Van whispered.

  “No, that’s not what I meant. God, you’re driving me crazy and it’s just not fair or right. I don’t know either of you.”