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 lowered her weapon as Van and Vanderlan came into view. A sigh of relief hit her until she saw them leap as if trying to get to her.

  She turned in time to see the large black wolf leap through the air at her. She aimed and fired, hitting it in the head before it landed on top of her, bringing them both to the ground with a thump.

  The pain was instant. The large heavy wolf landed on her full force and smashed her body to the ground. Her shoulder blades burned and her spine ached. She couldn’t move.

  “Daniella! Daniella!” Van yelled as they removed the wolf from her body. She tried to take in air, her lungs felt tight, her ribs felt broken.

  “I. Can’t. Breathe,” she whispered then felt the tears reach her eyes. She was a healer, sent to protect them. Was this it? Was this the moment, the battle that they needed her help for, and now her life was over?

  “Stop. No, Daniella, this is not over. Wolves are heavy creatures. He slammed down on top of you. You’re injured, but you are not going to die,” Miele stated.

  “She blinked her eyes and tried not to move a muscle. Everything hurt. She took in the sight of her men, all of them.

  Van—her Alpha wolf, dark black hair, his piercing green eyes and skin covered in tattoos—was superior and commanding.

  Miele. Oh her nonstop, always busy moving, shaking, jiving Miele. He smiled at her, and his hazel eyes sparkled.

  Randolph, her big, bad, serious, man-of-few-words mate. She loved his big muscles, the intricate tattoos on his arms, and his serious dark eyes. He caressed her skin and she felt the tingling move through her battered body.

  “Touch me. All of you.” She whispered as tears filled her eyes. Through the glossiness she looked to Bently next. Her sexy flirt and jokester, who appeared so serious right now she felt her own heart ache. She turned slightly toward Baher, cringing from the pain a moment until Baher uncrossed his arms, her stubborn, set-in-his-ways wolf, and touched her arm, caressing it. His hazel eyes held hers, understanding and hopefully feeling her connection to him.

  The tingling continued and grew stronger.

  She looked around, unable to see Vanderlan until she felt him caress her cheeks from above her. He knelt down, her head between his knees. She smiled. A vampire. She was mated to five Alpha wolves and a strikingly handsome vampire with black eyes that turned red with deep emotion and shoulder-length black hair that made him appear sexy and lethal. She was surrounded by every woman’s fantasy come true, and she loved them all, individually and together.

  “Touch me. Hold me at once and show me you love me as much as I love you,” she whispered then closed her eyes as they did as she asked. The warmth flowed through her body, her neck where the star tattoo remained tingled and the pain ached so bad she began to breathe rapidly and wondered if she would die in their arms.

  “No. No, Daniella, we need you and love you,” Randolph said. She felt the pain and then their love surrounded her as darkness overtook her.

  * * * *

  “Oh by the gods, no. No, she can’t die!” Bently yelled.

  Vanderlan checked her pulse then inhaled against her neck.

  “She is alive. She’s healing. I can feel the connection through our mingling blood. She needs to sleep off the damage done to her body,” Vanderlan stated.

  “Let’s take her home,” Van said, and together they lifted her up and carried her away.

  Epilogue

  It had been a week since the attack and attempted takeover of Fagan Pack territory. Since then, Cysure Corp had been taken over by members of the circle. Through their own investigating, it appeared that many documents and experimental cases had been destroyed or stolen. It sent both fear and awareness through the pack community and authorities that danger was still possible. They would continue to have men work on finding those who took the files and documents. Dani was more than ready to help, but her mates had other plans for her. They were discussing the future here and there because it usually turned into a fight of whether or not she could remain a detective and their fear of her being in constant danger.

  She came up with the idea to help them and other wolves protect the circle of elders and the sanctity of the wolf community by being an investigator for their community crimes and offenses. They promised to think about it, but she knew her men. They were stubborn, they had tempers, and they were bossy pains in the ass.

  Dani yelped as she felt the smack to her ass cheek as she lay cuddling in bed on her side.

  Looking over her shoulder, she saw Van. There was some sort of commotion going on in the bathroom.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey, yourself. Bossy pains in the ass, huh?” He knelt on the bed and leaned across her body, placing a hand on either side of her.

  She smiled.

  “You know you are,” she teased.

  He looked her body over, and it warmed from his gaze. They had all made love to her numerous times since that night she was abducted.

  The sound of yelling from the bathroom drew her attention.

  “What the hell are they doing in there?” she asked.

  Van shook his head and chuckled. “Miele and Bently are filling up water guns. They brought a bunch of stuff for the pups at the BBQ we’re going to. That’s why you need to get up and get ready. There are important people to meet.”

  She smirked at him.

  “Well, if my playful wolves hadn’t kept me up all night, perhaps I wouldn’t be so tired this morning.”

  He stroked her chin with his finger from her lips, down her neck, and across her nipples, which now felt hard and aroused.

  “Someone wasn’t complaining at all last night.”

  She felt her cheeks warm.

  “What woman would complain as six sexy, hot men catered to her every sexual need and desire? You make no sense sometimes.” She pulled back the covers and scooted under his arm to go use the bathroom.

  She was naked but not insecure at all. Her men loved her body. They told her over and over again and showed her, too. Talk about a boost to her self-confidence. These men were her inspiration in life as well as her personal aphrodisiacs.

  As she entered the bathroom, Bently and Miele were filling water guns. They stopped what they were doing to admire her and she smiled.

  “Good morning. Can I please have the bathroom a few minutes?”

  Bently kissed her on the cheek and caressed her breast. “Sure, sweetheart. You look really good.”

  She patted down her hair. “I probably look a mess.”

  “No, sweetheart, you look like a woman well loved by her men.” Miele kissed her cheek while caressing her ass. Someway, somehow, even though her limbs ached and her body was tired, they aroused her, and she knew she could have sex with them any time and any way, because that is what they did to her.

  “I can help you in the shower,” Miele suggested.

  “I’m good,” she told them, and they smiled as they walked out.

  * * * *

  A few hours later, they sat around the picnic tables at a party that seemed utterly normal yet filled with both weres and humans. They played and talked and chatted about business, politics, and children growing up fast, just like normal people.

  As she walked away from the small group of women, all wolves, who quietly chatted about their mates, she overheard a conversation between her men, the Fennigan Pack, and a few others.

  “She’s going to have to submit to our demands. I for one will not allow my woman to be so independent and work at that company with those men surrounding her, flirting with her, and trying to get into her pants,” one wolf stated, and they all mumbled in agreement.

  “I think we need to remind these women about the ways of pack wives. They are to be there for us first and foremost. That should keep them more than busy so they shouldn’t need to work outside of the home,” some other older guy stated.

  She felt her blood boiling. She had met his and his brother’s mate, and she was so sweet and very educated. She had a l
ot of great ideas for business.

  “I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” their mate stated to Dani.

  “I was eavesdropping myself.” Dani saw two other women she’d met join them.

  “What’s going on?” one of them asked.

  “The men are getting all ancient on us. My mates just basically stated that they want me barefoot, pregnant, and at their beck and call. They’re jealous because other men find me attractive,” she stated, annoyed.

  “Insecure,” one of the women added.

  Dani looked behind them at the table filled with water guns. “I have an idea.” They chuckled as she explained, and the other two women gathered two more women whose mates joined the group of men.

  The women grabbed the water guns and slowly surrounded the men.

  “Believe me, we understand your concerns. We’re going through the same issues with our mate. She’s quite independent,” Bently stated.

  “She sure is and she’s got a temper, too,” Miele added.

  “We don’t want her in danger. She’s safest by our side,” Van added.

  “We all agree,” Vanderlan said.

  “That’s the way it should be and has always been. Our mates need to take responsibility at home with the pack and not out in the world. They belong to us,” one wolf stated.

  “Well, we disagree,” one of the women interrupted, and the men turned toward them.

  Dani and all the women pointed the guns at the men.

  “You need to wake up and get with the program.” The one woman shot water straight at the wolf that last spoke.

  The water gun fight began as the women shot and sprayed the men as the men searched for their own weapons.

  Dani’s ran out of water, and she ran toward the table with the guns, grabbing the largest one, a Super Soaker.

  “Dani’s got a gun!” Randolph yelled as he fired his own weapon.

  The men, her men were shooting at her with small handguns because that was all that was left. Dani aimed and pressed her finger on the trigger, soaking the heck out of all her mates.

  The place erupted in laughter, and Vanderlan snuck up behind Dani, disarming her before throwing her over his shoulder. The others followed.

  Dani waved to the other women as their mates followed suit, tossing them over their shoulders and heading toward their vehicles.

  She chuckled as the men dripped with water.

  “Dani’s got a gun? Nice warning, Randolph,” Baher stated, annoyed as he squeezed out his T-shirt.

  They got into the SUV and Vanderlan grabbed a fistful of Dani’s T-shirt.

  “You’re in some serious trouble,” he told her as Bently lifted her arms so Vanderlan could remove her shirt.

  She shivered with anticipation as she looked toward the others, and Van began to drive home.

  Vanderlan lifted her up and placed her on his lap. His hands smoothed up her thighs and under the skirt she wore.

  “Payback’s a bitch, mate.” He covered her mouth with his own as he caressed her thighs and thrust up against her. She felt his cock through his wet pants. She felt so aroused and wild with need.

  “Oh, you’re not going to get fucked yet, mate. No, we have some plans for you,” Baher stated firmly as Vanderlan released her lips. She felt roused, breathless.

  “First we’re going to take you home, strip you, then tie you to the bed,” Bently informed her.

  Baher unclipped her bra, removed it, then stroked her nipple, giving it a tug.

  “Then we’re going to spank that ass of yours,” Van chimed in.

  “I’m going to give that troublemaking mouth of yours a workout, baby, with my cock,” Miele informed her, and she took a shaky breath, totally turned on by their words and their indications of what they planned on doing to her.

  “You think so, huh?” she teased, and Vanderlan gripped her hips and thrust up against her needy pussy.

  “Oh yeah, you’re in for the ride of your life,” Randolph told her as Van pulled into the driveway at the estate.

  “Well, you asked for it, talking with those other wolves about controlling their mates and not allowing for independence or work outside of the home.” The SUV stopped and the doors opened, everyone except for her and Vanderlan moved.

  “You are our mate, and we would never deny you happiness. We’re going to make you so aroused and needy and loved by us that you won’t want to be away from us, never mind away from the bedroom.” He scooted to the side and got out of the SUV, carrying a practically naked Dani toward the house.

  She pressed her breasts against his chest as he carried her inside.

  “You think you all are that good, huh?” she challenged. This was all a game, she felt their excitement and arousal and wanted them as much as they wanted her.

  In a flash, he was up the stairs. Immediately she was stripped of her skirt and panties as the others removed their clothing, too.

  Vanderlan passed her to Bently and Randolph, who laid her on the bed. They reached down near the bedposts and pulled restraining devices from the posts. The realization that they had always been there and at any time they could have pulled them out to restrain her made her aroused and excited.

  “Those have been there?” she asked.

  “Installed as soon as we found you and realized that you were our mate,” Miele told her.

  They attached the bindings. They were soft against her wrists, padded so no harm could come to her. In fact, she could easily slip out of them if need be.

  “I feel like your prisoner,” she whispered, hearing her own breath hitch with excitement as her naked, sexy men placed her body exactly how they wanted it.

  She was sprawled out before them, naked and spread eagle as all six of them stood back with their arms crossed in front of their chests, admiring the view. Her pussy clenched with need.

  She absorbed the sight of them—muscles, tattoos, and long, thick cocks ready to make love to their mate.

  “Oh God, you’re all so beautiful,” she whispered, and they smiled.

  “You’re the beautiful one. But before we get started, there’s something you should know.”

  “What?”

  “We love the woman that you are, and as much as it would make us happier to keep you safe at home in our arms, we know how much your career means to you. We talked to our uncle. There is a position for you in the Special Investigations Unit. If you want it.”

  “Really?” she squealed. She loved them so much and they truly cared about making her happy. They accepted who she was and how hard she worked to achieve her professional position.

  “But now it’s punishment time,” Van stated, and they were on her in a flash, licking, kissing, pinching, arousing every one of her senses until she was a coil wound so tight she was about to bust.

  Van got between her legs. “You are ours for eternity, Daniella, and we shall cherish you every day of our lives.”

  She smiled wide as the tears filled her eyes.

  She was in love with five wolves and a vampire. She didn’t care about work, about a career, or about anything but having their love and being with them forever.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

  My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern-day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.

  Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English-speaking Southerners, they wanted the family bloodline to stay pure. They were wealthy, and my father’s family was poor.

  Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married.
They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

  I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

  Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

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