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

  She held his shoulders and counterthrust against him as they locked gazes.

  “Harder, Baher, please,” she asked, and he obliged, taking her hard against the wall as the spray of water enveloped them.

  Over and over he thrust his hips. His cock grew harder and thicker inside of her as she moaned and called his name.

  He reached one hand up and pinched her nipple, sending her over the edge. She screamed his name, and he pressed his chest against hers, their mouths landing on the other’s neck as they exploded together while biting into the other’s skin.

  “That was amazing.” He tried to calm his breathing.

  “I feel so weak,” she whispered, and he slowly pulled back and stared into her light-green eyes.

  “I love you, Daniella. I was so worried about you.” He kissed her softly on the lips as he eased out of her and lowered her feet to the shower floor.

  “I love you, too.” She told him then pressed kisses against his chest, over his heart.

  Chapter 16

  Baher insisted on carrying her downstairs to the living room. He wouldn’t allow her to walk after noticing how stiff and achy she was.

  “There she is,” Vanderlan stated as Baher let her down. Vanderlan pulled her into his arms to kiss her then snuggle next to her neck. She inhaled deeply, trying to absorb as much of him as she could. It comforted her and made her feel safe whenever one of her men held her in his arms. It was such an intense feeling she almost felt like the odd ball out and clingy. They may not like that. She tried to pull back, but Vanderlan wouldn’t allow it. Maybe they felt just like she did and they needed to hold her for reassurance.

  “We feel it, too. The need to be as close as possible to our mate. Clingy is a good thing.” He kissed the bridge of her nose.

  She smiled up at him then cringed a little as he released her. Vanderlan scrunched his eyebrows together.

  “You’re hurt?” he asked, and the others approached with concern for her.

  “I’m here with all of you and I am fine. Tired, a little achy, yes, but fine.”

  Van remained a bit farther away from the others, and she had recalled hearing some of their conversation earlier. It seemed that Randolph was a bit upset with Van for allowing her to go to her apartment.

  She walked over toward Randolph and took his hand into her own. Standing up on tiptoes, she kissed him, and he hugged her to him tightly. He inhaled against her hair and caressed her back and then her ass, giving it a squeeze.

  She chuckled.

  “Come with me.” She took his hand while the others watched.

  Van had his arms crossed in front of his chest. He stared at them and at her with a mix of emotions. The vibes she got off of him were powerful. He felt to blame and he wasn’t. While still holding Randolph’s hand, she reached for Van’s and took it, raising it to her mouth and kissing the top of it. His demeanor changed from one of anger and guilt to calmness. He reached out and caressed her cheek. She turned into it to kiss his palm.

  “Enough with being angry with one another. You are brothers, we are all mates, and what happened tonight was no one’s fault. We were dealing with a rogue wolf and it all worked out. He’s dead and we’re all together. So, enough.” She pulled their hands together with her own.

  She hugged Van, and Randolph hugged her back, and she sensed them nodding at one another in acceptance of what she told them.

  “I’d like some loving from my mate, too, you know,” Miele chimed in and she pulled from Van and Randolph to go to Miele and Bently. They each hugged her then sandwiched her between them.

  Her stomach growled and they laughed.

  “Come on, mate, I made some sandwiches for all of us.” Miele took her hand, and she hugged his forearm to her chest.

  * * * *

  They were eating when the Fennigan Pack arrived along with Zespian. Dani was sitting on a stool near Vanderlan, who was holding her hand. As Zespian entered, everyone said hello and greeted him. Dani felt his eyes upon her, and Vanderlan squeezed her hand then tried to cover up his move by moving their hands along her legs.

  She was wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, and as his cold hand caressed her thigh, she shivered. Randolph sat on the stool beside her and placed his hand on her thigh as well, seeping warmth into her skin.

  She had a funny sensation inside, and then her mind was blocked from Vanderlan’s emotions.

  She stared at him, trying to get him to look at her, but he didn’t as Zespian entered the room and greeted the other men.

  “So, what’s the latest update?” Van asked as the Fennigan men grabbed food to eat and beers from the refrigerator.

  Quinn took a slug of beer then began to talk as he placed the bottle down on the island in the kitchen and opened up his laptop. Dani looked at the screen and an insignia of Cysure Corp with a blue globe in the center and stars and pinpoints on the globe covering it. It was a catchy image and made her think international company.

  “Cysure Corp is an international company that owns hundreds of businesses. It’s huge, so huge of an operation it has millions of employees,” Quinn began to say.

  “Who is the owner?” Vanderlan asked, and Dani caught his gaze shift to Zespian, and as she looked at Zespian, he remained staring at her. She felt her blood begin to hum with awareness. What the fuck?

  “Calm down, Daniella, it is not what you think. Just relax. He is not an enemy.”

  “What is he to me, then? I feel some sort of connection to him, yet, I don’t even know who he is.”

  “With time, Daniella,” Vanderlan told her through their mind link, and she pulled her hand away from his in frustration.

  Randolph’s hand on her thigh tensed a moment, and then he began to caress her softly.

  “So I had to do a lot of digging. It was hours of digging, and interestingly enough I found out that Cysure Corp, over the last five years, has been financially supporting a private medical facility under the care of Dr. Evans. He is a human. However, his associate, Lemlock Porter, a London scientist with the Claiborne Pack, is involved along with Marfur Cartright,” Quinn stated.

  “Marfur Cartright? Isn’t he a commander to Dismar, an elder of the circle?” Van asked.

  “Sure as shit he is. It appears, through further investigation, that the Cartright Pack and Dismar himself want to take over your territory and your pack. One of my informants gave me the heads up. He’s got a man working undercover in Cysure. There’s been some buzz about a special experiment, but only a handful of individuals are involved. I am assuming it has something to do with the rogue wolf Dani killed. Your land is a phenomenal and strategic piece of property. Though small, the Fagan Pack contains all the characteristics and special individuals to maintain power. Now, with Daniella here being a healer, she adds to the bonus package,” Quinn told them.

  “Fuck! That piece of shit is a damn elder, and he’s planning this type of treason? We need to inform the other leaders. We need to speak with someone of authority on this matter before he tries something else, besides this rogue wolf Daniella killed,” Van stated firmly.

  “We need to gather further evidence then make arrangements to speak with elders who can be trusted. We should contact Samantha, the Valdamar Pack, or Lord Crespin. They have been trying to weed out the evildoers, even those connected to the circle,” Angus stated.

  “It won’t be a problem to get Valdamar’s assistance in this. Samantha will definitely want to meet with Daniella, and she’ll send any necessary help you all need to maintain control of what is Fagan territory,” Zespian added.

  Dani felt the same thing inside of her as Zespian felt. It was just a minor feeling, like recognition, and it came from Vanderlan.

  She used her mind to seek more answers when she felt the gentle caress of a finger against her cheek. She blinked her eyes and absorbed the fact that she was next to Van and he hadn’t moved a muscle.

  Vanderlan.

  She looked at him, and he wasn’t even looking at her, ye
t she felt him again caress her cheek. She knew it was him and her entire body warmed.

  The conversation continued around her as she stood up and slowly walked toward Vanderlan. But instead of stopping near him, she walked toward the refrigerator and right by Zespian.

  Vanderlan tensed a moment, and she felt his eyes upon her and so were Zespian’s.

  She took a sip of water then placed the glass into the sink. With Zespian inches away from her, she felt an awareness flow through her veins. Her blood moved a little quicker or perhaps identified with something in the surrounding environment.

  “We’ll notify all pack Alphas of the situation and to remain on guard for any potential attacks,” Van stated, and Dani looked at him from across the kitchen. The conversation seemed to end, and some of the Fennigan Pack stood up as everyone conversed.

  “You did an excellent job, Daniella. I wouldn’t have expected anything less. It is an honor to have you as part of the Fagan Pack. Many will be thrilled as they hear of your existence.” Zespian bowed his head then lifted back up to smile at her.

  He was a very nice man, and she felt his sincerity, but she also heard the bit of nervousness in his voice and even saw the tension in his body.

  He stared into her eyes, and she held his gaze. There was something there. Some kind of connection.

  “Did we ever meet before that night at the crime scene? I mean at the department or something, because I don’t recall ever meeting you yet, something about you is so familiar.”

  He looked as if he were about to answer when his eyes changed from an awareness and brightness to a bit of fear, she thought, as Vanderlan wrapped his arms around her from behind.

  She felt her mind go fuzzy, the need to interrogate Zespian disappeared, and instead she absorbed the feeling of being in Vanderlan’s arms and feeling his embrace as his body remained against her.

  “I think it’s time to call it a night, Daniella. Zespian, as always, it is good to see you and have you on board to assist your nephews.”

  “Yes, Vanderlan, I am proud of their accomplishments and happy that they, and you, have found your mate. I will do anything I can to assist in the protection of all.” Zespian bowed his head then walked away.

  Daniella found the short conversation strange, and then she felt Vanderlan begin to walk her out of the kitchen and toward the other room. As they made it to a spare bedroom down the hallway, he turned her toward him after closing the door behind them.

  He cupped her face and head as he pressed her back against the door.

  “You must learn to not challenge my control of you, mate.”

  She stared into his eyes and felt his need to block his thoughts from her. She closed her eyes, feeling a bit distant at the moment. Why was he doing that so much lately?

  He covered her mouth with his own and began to kiss her deeply. He explored her mouth with his tongue and pressed his hips against her own. Immediately she felt his cock, and her pussy clenched with need for him.

  The feel of his hands against her skin pressed under her shirt and over her breasts before he pulled from her mouth and tore the material from her body.

  Next came her shorts and panties before he lifted her up against the solid oak door. Everything in the home was custom made. The doors were thick and solid, yet smooth against her back.

  His mouth came down on hers again as he held her with one arm while he undid the zipper to his pants and shoved them down his legs.

  Why was he trying so hard to block her and make her curiosity disappear? What was it about Zespian and the sensations she had?

  He shoved against her, making her stir a moment as her spine made contact with the door again.

  She gripped his shoulders as he moved his lips from her lips to her neck, scraping his teeth across her skin. She could no longer think of anything but Vanderlan’s cock inside of her, stroking her pussy and bringing her satisfaction.

  He pressed the bulbous top to her pussy and shoved upward, making her lose her breath and grip him tighter. He sucked harder on her neck and began a series of fast thrusts into her, sending her moaning and reciprocating his moves.

  She ran her hands up his solid arms and shoulders to his head and hair. She pulled on the locks as she pressed him harder against her, absorbing the stroke of his cock and the teeth against her skin as her need grew stronger.

  “Mine,” he growled low against her neck, licking, sucking then pressing his teeth harder against the skin, breaking it. She jerked, her body exploded while he continued to fuck her against the door and feed from her blood.

  She lost all focus. Her mind embraced the connection between them as Vanderlan exploded inside of her.

  She held him to her in the aftershocks of their lovemaking. He panted against her neck and squeezed her tightly.

  “I love you, sweet mate. You are more important to me than life itself,” he told her. She hugged him back and tightened her legs, which remained locked against him.

  His cock stirred, still hard and ready for her again, but his mind revealed his need to help the others plan.

  “Through you, I am truly part of the Fagan Pack now. They will need some help and I want to be sure to assist them.”

  “I know, Vanderlan, and I love you, too,” she told him before kissing him softly on the lips.

  He pulled from her body and gently settled her feet back onto the floor. They hugged before both of them began to redress.

  * * * *

  Vanderlan walked down the hallway toward the kitchen when he saw Zespian.

  “Congratulations, Vanderlan. She is special.”

  Vanderlan held Zespian’s gaze.

  “How long have you known about her?” Vanderlan asked after he looked around to be sure no one was in earshot.

  Zespian took a deep breath.

  “Not long at all. I mean, I recognized the sensation, or should I say that my blood recognized and identified with hers? It didn’t register as anything more than perhaps the thought that you are more caring to the wolf packs than you’ve let on. You saved my life centuries ago as you saved her parents’ lives.”

  Vanderlan didn’t want to talk about that night. He had no idea why he even helped the wolves, just that something stronger, more powerful than his own abilities cleared his mind of any negatives to helping them and forced him to step in. He could only come to the conclusion that those three wolves, Zespian, Farrow, and his mate Clara needed to survive. He never thought for a moment that Farrow and Clara’s child, their daughter, would be his mate and that of the Fagan Pack, Zespian’s nephews.

  “It is quite amazing, the resemblance between Daniella and her mother. Her parents believe her to be dead,” Zespian told Vanderlan and he looked shocked. He thought that they had left this realm after being banned from their pack by the elders of Fagan for accepting a vampire’s help instead of dying. For centuries, the wolves and vampires were in conflict with one another. His relationship with the Alphas of Fagan Pack, Van, Miele, and Randolph, Bently, and Baher opened up many wolves’ minds to assist one another and be allies instead of enemies.

  To know that a bond was forming between himself and the pack without his knowledge humbled him.

  “The powers of the gods are great. There’s a reason for this connection and bond. Will you tell Daniella of her parents?” Zespian asked.

  “You say they are not in this realm. Do you know how they parted ways with their daughter?”

  Zespian sighed then swallowed hard.

  “She was taken from them by a rogue wolf. Someone stepped in and saved her, but the threat was too big to return her to her parents. The fact that she is a healer explains it all. Healers are rare, and the need to protect them until their destiny calls takes precedence over parental love. A young healer, easily manipulated, could wind up in the wrong hands.”

  “Well, she is where she belongs now, and we are her protectors.”

  “Her parents will be beside themselves when they learn that she is still alive.”<
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  “What?” Daniella asked as she emerged from the hallway.

  Vanderlan turned toward her. He was so shocked at learning whose daughter she was and that her parents were alive that he never heard her approach. She did that to him. She weakened the walls of protection he had built over the centuries that had always blocked out the hurtful accusations and insults from those not of the bloodletters.

  “Take my hand, Daniella.” Vanderlan reached his hand out to her. She hesitated, but he eased her mind and pushed a bit of control over her. She raised her eyebrows at him in defiance that made him smirk inside. She was truly an amazing mate. She was strong-willed, empowered, young, and beautiful.

  She took his hand but then looked at Zespian.

  “We share the same blood don’t we?” she asked him, and Zespian nodded.

  “You’re not my—”

  “I am not your father, but I was good friends with your parents. I knew them well.”

  “I will explain, come, and let’s sit down.”

  * * * *

  “I want the others here. I need them here,” she told Vanderlan, and he nodded before she reached out in her mind to her other mates.

  They immediately joined them in the living room, and they appeared on guard and concerned.

  Bently kneeled down next to her and caressed her thigh.

  “Are you okay? Is something wrong?” he asked, and she touched his cheek.

  “Vanderlan has some explaining to do.” She looked at Vanderlan as Bently took a seat beside her.

  “Many centuries ago, Zespian and Daniella’s parents were being hunted. They were on the run, trying to get back into their territory, when a group of rogue wolves attacked them. They needed help and despite the negative feelings wolves and vampires shared, I was compelled by a power greater than my own to assist them.”

  “He shared his blood with the three of us and saved our lives. What he did should have killed him, weakened his abilities, but it didn’t. It made us stronger and Vanderlan even more powerful,” Zespian stated, and everyone appeared shocked.