Wet For Her Warriors (Book 5 of the WILD -- Warriors Intense in Love & Domination -- Boys of Special Forces)

by Angel Payne

  For a second, the only sound in the air was Heaven’s waterfall, pounding everything around and over them. More thunder snarled. The torrent intensified.

  Exactly like the tension inside the house.

  Tait’s gritted voice was the first to crack the silence. “Dear Christ.”

  Lani had expected that. Waiting on Kellan’s reaction was a harder ordeal—

  Ending in a much greater surprise.

  “That’s our good girl.” Once more, he sounded like the talking version of a Godiva bar. “Very good.”

  Tait’s cough hammered the air. “Dude, do you understand what she’s—”

  “Of course I do. Maybe you don’t. Say it again, starshine, so T-Bomb has the full message. Let him hear what you need right now—from both of us.”

  She smiled at the new surge of warmth in her heart, this time as a gift from Kellan instead of Tait. Had this man really walked onto her beach a week ago by sheer chance? How could that be possible when he saw into her mind, knew all of her darkest and dirtiest desires, and shelved his own ego to help make them reality? Either she’d racked up a huge favor from the deities of luck and magic somehow, or there was another power at work here.

  Right now wasn’t the time for figuring it out. This moment was simply about savoring the gift.

  “I need to be filled.” With the repeat, she dared a glance up at Tait. She discovered his stare already locked on her, his eyes burning with amber lust, but his lips twisted in beautiful conflict. “By both of your cocks,” she whispered. “Pleasing both of you…at once.”

  Kellan gave both her ass cheeks a reassuring squeeze. It burned in all the right ways, making her tremble with need for the hot stalk he still teased at her sex. “You heard the woman, my brother. You still all about meeting her needs or not?”

  The torment deepened on Tait’s face. Despite the need in her body, her heart ached with the appearance of every new crease around his eyes and along his jaw. She witnessed the battle being waged in his heart. Embracing this moment, this passion, meant stepping out from the shadows of his yesterday—and the six months of yesterdays before that. It meant being vulnerable again. Feeling something besides grief and anger again.

  She knew the fear well.

  Though he still didn’t say a word, Tait reached down to her. He pulled in a stark breath. His fingers shook against her head, twisting her long hair in his grip. His hold tightened as he kneeled on the couch again—and now there was no way she could avoid the view of his penis, swollen and crimson, sprouting from the nest of dark gold curls between his rock-hard thighs. He was inches away now. She breathed heavily in hopes she’d soon taste his thick, hot flesh…

  “Look at me.” Tait gave her the order from teeth that were bared. “So goddamn beautiful,” he uttered when she did, coiling her hair tighter, forcing her face a little higher…aligning her mouth with the head of his cock.

  “No more beautiful than you, Sir.” Every word was true. Tait’s physique was as drool-inducing as Kellan’s. His chest, looming like a cliff above her, was his most striking feature. He had pecs, delts, traps, and biceps that should have had their own Facebook page, especially with how the lamp’s glow turned them into a collection of copper artwork. She longed to reach up and explore every ridge and valley of his magnificent torso, but the man had decided on other plans for her. Thank the gods.

  “Kiss my cock, dreamgirl.”

  As her spirit rejoiced, Lani eagerly obeyed. She opened her mouth and captured his crown, letting his tangy milk dot her lips. She wiped the liquid clean with the tip of her tongue.

  Kellan emitted a sparse snarl. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

  “Not arguing.” Tait’s reply was equally graveled.

  Words eluded Lani as Kellan pressed the first inch of his erection into her channel. She let her high cry do the communicating. Holy hell. The man’s voice may have been verbal chocolate, but his cock was solid, sinful meat, filling her body in all the best ways.

  “Christ, man. Her cunt is even hotter. If I burn alive, what a way to go.”

  Tait curled a hand to the back of her head. With his other, he guided his tip to her lips again. “Make me hot, too, dreamgirl. Take me deep, Hokulani.”

  The heat in her senses, already so dense, consumed her fully. One word alone resounded through her mind.

  Yes.

  Yes…

  As if Tait would give her any other choice. With one hand, he fed his stiff flesh into her mouth. The other, still locked on the back of her head, angled her to suck as much as she could. And then he was…everywhere. On her tongue. Stretching her lips. Flooding her with his taste, earth and salt tinged by the hint of cedar that was simply part of him. She moaned, drew in a deep breath through her nose, and hungrily took in even more. She wanted as much of his body as she could hold. As much of his power as she could drink.

  “Damn.” His ragged rasp filtered through her aroused haze, inspiring her to open her throat deeper. “Damn.”

  Kellan hadn’t moved much during that minute, though his clasp on her hips, kneading her skin with increasing force, communicated that he hadn’t missed a moment of her exchange with Tait. “You like that, starshine?” he asked in a rugged rasp. She moaned again, the fire in her body turning it into a sound she barely recognized. That came as no surprise. Nothing about her body, her entire being, was familiar anymore, as if the fire of this night had morphed her into another creature entirely. She felt as untamed as the storm churning across the sky outside, a force of nature ruled only by her most primordial desires…to give as much pleasure as she was given. Kellan made it even better by praising, “You’re so breathtaking, sweetheart. So goddamn sexy. I’ve never seen lips that looked so perfect around a cock before.”

  “I’ve never felt lips this perfect before,” Tait amended. “And that tongue…damn, Lani, your tongue is a gift from every one of your gods.”

  Lani sighed from their veneration, but her pussy reacted more fiercely. Her vagina walls squeezed down, silently begging Kellan’s cock for more. He groaned, though stopped to spread her legs a little wider as he solidified his positioning. “I’m going to fill you up now too, sweetheart. So deep…”

  Tait astonished her by emitting a wry chuckle, right before swinging over to sit on the back of the couch. The new arrangement ensured that his erection filled her throat from straight ahead, and freed up his hands to lock her wrists against the cushions beside his hips. “Let me help you hang on tight, babe. Slash has that fire in his eyes. I think you’re about to get shot to Heaven.”

  The words were no sooner out of his mouth than Kellan brought the prediction to life—in screaming detail. His cock rammed her sex, huge and commanding. His balls slapped her pussy, hot and teasing. His hands, now at her waist, jerked her back against him, over and over, while his hoarse grunts kept her mind latched to the primitive pulse of his.

  It was pleasure, total and complete, twined with the pain of Tait’s clamps on her wrists, and the continued invasion of his flesh in her mouth. He’d hardened to the texture of a battering ram, stabbing the succor of her throat with violent lunges of his hips. His hissing breaths mixed with Kellan’s urgent effort. Lani added her greedy sighs to the mix, unable to fight the rising demands of her body any more. Her skin throbbed in Kellan’s hold. Her thighs ached. Her ass clenched. Her nipples tingled. She’d never been more aware of every sensation in her body before, had never felt all those impulses zinging together, pulling at her like a rain cloud to lighting, a seagull to the wind…passion to its climax.

  As the heavens collided overhead, those needs crashed in the core of her being. Her scream, muffled by Tait’s flesh, exploded through her head. Rain fell harder somewhere, its deluge weaving with the chaos of her mind, the ecstasy of her body, the completion in her soul. She was drenched in its joy. Wet with its wonder. Ready, so ready, for her warriors to give her their floods, too.

  “Fuck. Even my balls felt that scream, dreamgirl.”

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��She’s going over. Oh damn, T, she’s squeezing me so tight. I’m going to blow. Any…second…”

  “Our sweet girl. You’re coming so good for us. We’re right there with you. Take my cum…deep in your throat…yessss…”

  Kellan’s bellow drowned out the rest of it as his penis swelled against her walls then jerked from his orgasm. Seconds later, Tait’s fluid filled her throat, torrid and thick and perfect.

  And stinging…and tart?

  No. What was happening? What the hell was the rest of this moisture?

  The answer came from the massive fist in her chest and the sharp pricks behind her eyes.

  In horror, she pulled away from him. She tried the same thing with Kellan, but judging from the trajectory of Tait’s eyes when she looked up, the pair had already exchanged some message via their mysterious “Bat Signal” connection. Kell had already received his friend’s silent alarm. “Whoa,” he soothed, looping an arm around her waist. Nevertheless, she tried escaping again—not an easy feat when trapped by a hulking man who still had his most significant muscle buried inside her body. “Whoa, sweetheart. Ssshh; it’s all right. It’s—”

  “Stop,” she snapped. His tone, so strong yet soothing, made her composure nearly impossible to regain. “I know it’s all right. I just…need a minute.”

  She pushed a hand to her face. Tait slid down so he sat properly on the couch in front of her, tugging at her fingers on the way. “A minute to slam the silver dome back on?” He tightened his hold, a wordless command for her attention. “I don’t think so, babe. No running, Lani. No hiding. Especially not here and now.”

  “Please,” she whispered. “I—really need—”

  That did it. The effort of forcing out even those words, and she was done. The wall of her composure, weakened so much by her sexual release, started caving to the rest of her emotions. The sobs detonated in her chest like clay skeet discs, the debris flying into every corner of her soul. As Kellan finally slid his cock out, she collapsed forward onto Tait, dumping her tears onto the chest that was so perfectly made for capturing them.

  Poor Kellan, with his arm still caught between them, simply pressed against her back and kissed her nape. His tenderness made her cry harder. “T is right,” he told her. “Keep the covers off, sweetheart. You’re safe with us. You always will be.”

  If that wasn’t enough reason to let the barriers fall more, Tait lifted his hands to frame her face, compelling her gaze to meet his. The smile in his eyes was the dark amber of an August sunrise. “Your tears are an extension of your surrender, babe. A beautiful one. Every one of them is another gift to us, Lani. We want all of them, Lani. We treasure all of them.”

  Kellan’s gruff laugh spread warmth between her shoulder blades. “And they say I’m the one with the perfect words.”

  Tait scowled. “The fuck they do.”

  “You two are making it hard to lose my marbles here.” Despite her watery giggle, more tears came. The wall buckled harder. Everything she’d dammed up for two years—the loss, the fear, the loneliness—gushed past her careful barriers, spilling out in huger sobs. She managed a tattered breath while battling for familiar mental footing, anything that felt familiar again. But their hands, Tait at her face and Kellan along her waist, continued turning her into a weeping mess.

  “That’s it,” Kellan whispered into her ear. “Go ahead, sweetheart. We’ve got you. We’re both here, and we’ve got you.”

  She grimaced. “I’m…I’m afraid.”

  Tait thumbed away her tears. “You don’t have to be. Feel us here, around you, holding you. We can handle it. Let us take it from you. Let us have it all, sweetheart.”

  What choice did she have but to obey?

  The last of the tears were the worst. They heaved out, violent and racking, in a soul-scrubbing both blissful and terrible. True to their word, Tait and Kellan were there for every moment, even after Kell pulled her back up and carried her to the comfort of the bedroom. Their voices and their touches surrounded her, cradled her—which only worsened the confusion that came in the stillness of the night afterward, as the two soldiers quietly snored.

  Taking care not to wake them, she slipped out of bed and stood watching the world outside, still so drenched and wind-whipped. But in several places, the clouds had started to break apart, indicating the storm would be rolling away soon.

  She stared at the two halves of a human storm sprawled in the bed. Thunder and lightning. Wind and rain. Eruption and magma.

  Kellan and Tait.

  Her incredible force of nature on four legs.

  And soon, they’d be gone, too.

  Never to be really hers again.

  She gulped hard, silencing the cry that begged for release against the admission.

  Feeling anything for these two, besides the given of raw lust, is a mistake. You knew it from the moment you first saw them on the beach, Hokulani. You still know it, as inescapable fact, in your spirit of spirits.

  “Gods help me,” she whispered. But the strength she expected, deep in that spirit core, never came. Her only answer was the lonely moan of the wind and the ravaging pound of the rain.

  An aching sigh escaped as resolve gripped her anew.

  She had to reclaim that spirit before it was too late.

  She had to summon her heart back home before it left on a military transport in a week.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Satan’s flaming balls. How did trouble follow you asshats like a goddamn rain cloud to that island?”

  Franzen always did have a way of nailing the thematic nail on the head.

  Tait propped his elbows on his knees, now covered by a pair of light pants, and loosely laced his fingers. He caught Kell’s eye roll before the guy leaned toward the cell phone resting on the lanai table. It was still soggy and cloudy out here, but the porch gave them the privacy needed for the call to their CO, along with good sight lines into the house, where they could see if Lani woke up and came searching for them.

  Kellan scooted in a little more before responding, “With all due respect, Captain, it’s not officially ‘our’ trouble this time.”

  “Yeah, damn it. You’re right.” Franzen sounded like Grumpy the Dwarf crossed with Kaipo, his big Samoan friend from the convenience store down the road. Whether Franz had always possessed the slight accent, or it gained strength when he spoke to people on Kauaˋi, Tait wasn’t certain. Didn’t matter at the moment. They had a bigger tuna on their plate to fry. “Look, I’m sorry,” Franz muttered. “Lani and Leo are like family. I figured you’d meet them sooner or later during your stay, but now I’m glad it was sooner instead of later. This bullshit with Benstock…I didn’t know it had gotten to the point of Benson harassing her like this.”

  Tait smirked. “Too bad you’re not here to meet his little band of merry men, Franz.”

  Kell palmed his forehead with a chuckle. “Damn. Can’t believe I skipped that part.”

  “Slash-tonic’s losing his touch. Seriously, Captain, you would’ve eaten those boys for breakfast.” He cut his laugh short when Franz didn’t hop on that one to issue a good bacon or Pop Tarts joke. “Franz? You still there?”

  “Yeah, yeah.” There was a hint of bemusement in the man’s reply. “I’d just forgotten what it sounded like to hear you laugh, T-Bomb.” The man didn’t let the awkward moment stretch for too long. “Band of merry men? I’ll take your word for it, though I have some ideas based on the one time I had the pleasure of meeting Gunter.”

  Kell curled a smile at their captain’s caustic tone. “‘Pleasure,’ eh?”

  “Psshh. Our afternoon tea lasted for two minutes before I told him to go to hell. Bastard made an offer on our place so he could use it as a tennis club for the resort.”

  “You mean the resort that isn’t going to be a resort?” Tait stated.

  Franzen’s huff filled the line. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Slash, you’re absolutely sure you heard the guy from Benstock say Pyongyang and Tehran?”
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  Tait traded a troubled glance with Kell. It wasn’t like Franz to question their intel, even if it had come verbally. But this situation wasn’t like any other. This mystery wasn’t happening in some foreign land, to complete strangers. It was going down in the man’s own backyard, directly involving people who were “like family” to him. A little hesitation, perhaps denial, could be understood.

  For a few minutes.

  They’d made this call, even risked Lani overhearing it, in order to enlist Franzen’s help. That urgency was stamped on Kellan’s face as he returned, “Those aren’t words a guy has trouble understanding, Captain. And though I was on a cell, I made the call from downtown Lihue. The connection was good, no static or interference.”

  Franzen exhaled for a good ten to twenty seconds. “Okay, I believe you, man. It’s quite a crazy story, but I’ve heard crazier.”

  “So what’s our next move?” Tait asked.

  “You two aren’t doing anything except making sure Lani and Leo are safe, though that duty roster is subject to grow once I get the CIA’s take on this. We’ll likely have to interface with several of their field units, but I’m going to start with Colton to try and expedite things. You’ll need to be patient. As of right now, I’m putting you both back on the time clock. Start keeping logs. You’ll report in twice a day; I’ll let you know ASAP whether that’s to me or a CO with a team positioned closer to the island.”

  Kellan tilted his head, illustrating the depth of his thought. “And positioned ‘farther away’ than you in other ways?”

  “Yeah, yeah, Swami Slashie. You got me. Look, I won’t gloss coat this for you boys. I care about the Kails—a lot. When their parents went down with that plane, it was like part of our family was gone, too. Lani and Leo have been through ten years’ worth of pain in the last two, and I promise serious pain to any and all scumbags who add to that.”