Pat slowly pushed inside of her then caressed her arms from elbow to wrists, placing them above her head and over Willy’s. The move caused both men to penetrate deeper.
“Oh god, I feel so full.”
The men began their thrusts, alternating in and out of Ava’s body. Ava became insanely aroused and began to move her body along with the men. Suddenly there was a competition to satisfy and fuck harder and faster than the others. She felt Pat’s fingertips dig into her hip bones as he thrust harder and harder into her.
“Oh yeah, Ava, take it all, baby, take it all,” Pat yelled then roared as he thrust again, exploded inside of her, then leaned down and bit into her shoulder next to Kyle’s mark.
William growled then thrust upward, releasing his seed then biting into her shoulder precisely where he first bit her.
Ava lay against Willy’s shoulder as Pat kissed her back then slowly pulled from her body.
* * * *
Sean lifted Ava up and carried her from the room. In no time at all he and Mick had the shower running and Ava under the spray of warm water as they bathed her.
It was Ava who surprised the hell out of both men when she fell to her knees, grabbed Sean’s cock, and began to seduce him.
“That’s it, baby, just like I taught you,” Mick stated proudly as he leaned against the wall and watched them.
Sean tried to remain calm, but he was so aroused and proud of his mate he couldn’t resist teasing Mick.
“Fuck, baby, that feels real nice. Now caress my balls in your hand while you suck. Yeah, just like that, Ava. Mick didn’t teach you everything,” Sean teased as he grew harder and harder. He had waited patiently for his turn to mark their mate, but the way she gave head, he could stand to wait longer.
Mick chuckled. “I’ve got a lot to teach our Ava.”
“So good, Ava, so good,” Sean stated, and Ava picked up her pace. At this rate he would shoot his load in her mouth instead of her pussy. No way.
He grabbed ahold of her to stop her.
“I have to be inside you, baby. I’m already there.”
He lifted Ava up with little strength and pressed her body against the wall. She opened her legs to him, and he immediately pressed his cock between her folds as he covered her mouth in a kiss. He was completely inside of her, thrusting against her, trying to fight his wolf’s need to release his seed and claim her. He wanted it to last, but watching his brothers fuck their mate was too much.
“I can’t hold back, Ava. It was too much watching you in the living room.”
“Fuck me hard, Sean. I need for you to come inside of me,” Ava said.
That was it. Sean increased his speed and thrust into her four more times before exploding inside of her. He growled and bit into her shoulder then licked the wound and kissed her until his legs shook and felt like jelly.
“Fuck, you’re incredible, baby. I can hardly stand.”
“Allow me,” Mick stated as he took Ava from Sean and Sean fell to the bench in the shower. The water flowed over him, and he watched as Mick pressed Ava’s hands against the tile wall and he adjusted her hips to take her from behind. Ava miraculously looked up for another round of sex.
* * * *
Mick was so hard and turned on he couldn’t resist temptation. He only had oral sex with Ava before, and despite the fact that he claimed her, he wanted to be inside her just as his brothers had been.
Ava looked exhausted, but she was also up for the challenge as she thrust her hips back against his cock and took him immediately inside of her.
Always being the dominant during sex, Mick held her wrists tight and thrust his cock against her pussy from behind. The tight, swollen vaginal muscles gripped his cock and felt so damn good he was already ready to come.
He looked at the numerous bites on her shoulders and knew that they had fully mated with Ava. Obviously from her show of desire with Sean, she felt the bond, and things between all of them would definitely improve. He slowed his pace, and Ava moaned.
“How’s that, baby? You must be feeling tired from all that cock you had after dinner,” he teased, and she moaned. “You want it slow, baby? Can’t handle the big cock no more?” he challenged, and she counterthrust hard.
“I thought you couldn’t take it, Mick. How about a little harder?” she teased in return, and he realized he was in love. His mate was perfect and exactly the kind of woman he wanted.
“Fuck yeah, baby, hold on for the ride of the evening.”
Mick pounded into her from behind as Ava gave as good as she got. His cock felt so hard it was nearly becoming numb. He had never felt this hard before, and he knew it was because of Ava.
“Damn, baby, I’m there,” he yelled, and Ava laughed.
He realized she was challenging him, and he decided to give her a little tease back.
Ava gasped as Mick pressed a finger to her forbidden hole and began to thrust into both holes at once. A finger in her ass, he added a second then pumped his cock into her pussy, focusing on his dominant position and the perfectly round ass his lover had.
He felt her vaginal muscles tighten, her body as well, when she screamed her release as he thrust one final time, exploding inside of her. He bit her shoulder where his first mark was and continued to thrust three more times. Ava slumped against the wall, and he pulled from her body then hugged her close.
“I’m gonna fall,” Ava whispered, and Mick chuckled.
“No you’re not. We need each other to make it to the bed.”
Ava laughed as Mick turned off the water. There were Willy and Kyle holding towels and ready to help.
Chapter 20
Brennan received a message to meet a representative from the Secret Order at a public location. Brennan knew that he could go without a problem because Fenly and his men were in the United States looking for Ava. He took all the necessary precautions and headed into town and the local grocery market. But not before informing his cousin Walt about the meeting.
“You keep an eye on Ava and I will take care of what’s necessary here,” Brennan told his cousin. Of course Walt was suspicious, but Brennan was stubborn, and the Order had always been faithful and well run.
“You know as well as I do, Brennan, about the power and superiority one has as ruler of the Secret Order. With Patrick dead those who betray the Order shall reveal themselves. You just need to be looking to see.”
“I know, Walt. This is part of the process. It is my fate to be here in this position and to know the risks, but Ava remains my priority.”
“And mine, cousin. Be safe and I will call you soon with an update.”
Walking through the outdoor produce market, he inhaled the various aromas, and his wolf zoned in on one of the tasty and not-so-tasty morsels. It was the scent of nervousness that had him staring toward a young fellow.
Gathering a few things he needed, Brennan waited for a signal. Just as he began to think that perhaps this was a setup he saw the young man with the Irish hat give the sign. Brennan met him over at the car, and they spoke a few words.
Brennan got into the car, and they took off as Brennan realized that a main representative sat across from him in the vehicle. A wolf who had all intentions on one day becoming king ruler of the Secret Order. Desi Perkins was also a member of the Circle.
“Hello, Brennan. It’s nice to see you, old friend,” Perkins stated, and Brennan smiled. Perkins was high up in the Order. Perkins believed that he already had great power and importance, but he lacked self-control and patience. An inpatient and power-hungry wolf would lead to disaster and distrust among the packs. Brennan had a feeling the old wolf was up to no good, but there wasn’t any proof of it. What was Perkins after?
“It’s been a while, Perkins. Why is it that you’ve contacted me?” Brennan asked.
He absorbed the older man’s facial expression and deep black eyes. He could tell that Perkins was cocky, and it had more to do with self-centeredness than being of the wolf. His pack had been serv
ing the Order since its inception hundreds of years ago. His thick Irish brogue made Perkins sound distinguished and superior, but Brennan was cautious, as he knew he should be.
“I’m going to cut to the chase, Brennan. I understand that Ava O’Brian is alive and well and hiding in the United States. It is important that she come back to Ireland and is under the safety of the Order.”
Brennan was surprised and wondered why he would initiate such a request, and who did he think he was to do so?
“I don’t understand why the Order would be interested in Ava. I have not heard from the King or any of his seconds-in-command.”
Perkins appeared annoyed, but just as quickly as that expression showed, another, calmer expression covered his face.
“She is important to the Order. She is the last heir to the O’Brian estate. We have questions she may be able to answer. I, for one, have the largest estate with the finest amenities and security system. She would be safest with me.”
“What type of questions?”
“Questions that you are not privy to know since you are lower in the ranks than most, Brennan. I am giving a courtesy call to you about getting Ava to me. Her life depends on the Order’s protection.”
Brennan didn’t like his tone. His wolf smelled the lies, and he wondered exactly what was going on. What Perkins didn’t know was that Brennan was actually higher up than him in the ranks of the Order, thanks to Patrick O’Brian. But now wasn’t the time to reveal his ranking. He wanted to see what this wolf was up to.
“You know where she is, don’t you, Brennan?”
Brennan shook his head and held Perkins’s gaze.
“You were close to her, Brennan, like another father from my understanding of your relationship.”
“No. I have no idea how she escaped or where she could be hiding. In fact, my sources in the Unites States believe that she is dead.” Brennan felt terrible for saying the words, and he spoke them before thinking, but he was going with his gut here. Something was up.
Perkins leaned forward in his seat. His eyes began to glow, and it appeared as if he were fighting his temper.
“We need her body if she is dead.”
“Why?” Brennan asked too quickly as the vehicle came to a stop.
“The Order needs proof that the last living heir is dead.”
Before Brennan could respond, and as he realized that somehow Perkins knew who Ava’s father really was, the side door opened and the one young man appeared from the market, but behind him several wolves growled in preparation for a fight.
“It’s time that you start telling the truth, Brennan, and stop protecting the O’Brian name. Patrick is dead, and Ava is the last living heir. Once she dies, then I can take over as king. Especially after she reveals where the Irish Jewel is. That’s where you come in. You’re going to contact her and bring her back to Ireland.”
“I don’t think so. Besides, the King is very much alive and well, Perkins,” Brennan stated then shifted inside of the vehicle. He struck Perkins then exited on the other side of the vehicle, taking off into the fields. Behind him he heard the others following, howling and barking in anticipation of killing him. Brennan needed to get away. Ava needed him as much as he needed her.
Chapter 21
Ava heard the sounds of Irish music in her dreams. The Irish banjo, the violin, the Celtic sounds she grew up with surrounded her mind and body. Taking a deep breath, she smelled the country air of County Clare. She was home again and could see her family castle nestled among the vibrant emerald greenery and climbing roses. It was at a distance, and from where she knelt, she could see far and wide around the estate. The wooded area hid her location as she sensed something coming from her right. As she looked toward the sounds, the sun began to set and the night took over the fields of rich, vibrant colors of daytime in Ireland. The music continued to play havoc on her mind, both pleasant yet unnerving, when suddenly she was drawn to the spot where shadows began to appear, lining up around and near the chateau that Brennan resided in. Taking a deep breath, she felt her heart begin to ache for him. She missed him so and hoped that he was safe.
The moon began to shine, illuminating the twelve very large men standing in military-like stances as if gathering for battle. She dared not move or make her presence known, yet she felt the urge to see their faces and know who they were. As if on cue, they revealed themselves, and she gasped as she recognized her men. The Declan wolves were pure perfection and warriors for something greater than a local law-enforcement organization. Behind them were more wolves loyal to the Circle. Someone else joined the circle of men, and when he did the others growled and revealed their incisors. She could see behind the new arrival other men begin to shift into wolves before her eyes. Still amazed at such magical abilities, Ava watched in curiosity until the one newcomer began to speak.
“I’ve come for Ava,” he stated in a thick Irish brogue, and Ava covered her mouth to stifle the gasp. She could sense that the man was evil, and she practically felt her men’s protective shield around her. The marks upon her shoulders tingled with anticipation. She belonged to Declan and no other.
“She’s not here. Leave now. You are not welcome here,” William stated firmly.
The stranger smiled, showing off his elongated incisors and mocking her mate.
He turned slowly in her direction, and she tried to squat down lower.
“She is right there waiting for me.”
“Get away from her!” Kyle screamed as he launched himself toward the stranger. Before he could make contact, another wolf blocked his path. The stranger moved closer, and as her mates tried to stop him more wolves attacked. They were outnumbered.
“Take my hand, princess. Your destiny awaits,” he stated, appearing in both wolf and human form.
“No!” she heard someone scream then saw Brennan tackle the stranger toward the ground as they shifted completely into wolf form. Echoes of fierce growls and screams of pain overtook the pleasant sounds of Celtic music. The air reeked of death and blood with her castle as the backdrop for a massacre.
“No, let him go. Please let him live,” she screamed just as the evil wolf ripped Brennan’s heart from his chest. He held it in his paw, the bloody beating heart of her closest friend and ally.
“Brennan!” she cried, feeling her whole world begin to shatter.
She glanced toward the others and they all lay dead, her men, her mates, and her last dying hope of returning home.
* * * *
Ava awoke with a start. She clutched the comforter to her chest and attempted to calm her breathing. Immediately William and Kyle were by her side attempting to calm her.
“What is it, Ava?” William asked.
She turned to him, grateful that it had just been a nightmare and that her lovers were still alive. She grabbed on to him and hugged him to her, inhaling his scent and feeling safer by the second as the others joined them on the bed. Each man kissed her, touched her, and showed her that they in fact were real and present. However, deep inside her there was an ache, a feeling of foreboding as if something terrible was wrong. Brennan? She needed to contact Brennan to ensure that he was safe.
William caressed her cheeks and prompted her to look him in the eyes.
“It was just a bad dream, Ava. You haven’t had a good sleep in days.”
“It was a crazy dream. Oh God, it started off so nice, so beautiful. I was back home in Ireland. I was at the castle.”
“It’s okay, baby. Calm down and catch your breath,” Sean told her.
“It sounds like it was a good one. You thought it was real?” Kyle asked.
She nodded. “You were all there. You were trying to protect me when someone attacked you. There were a bunch of wolves and you were all outnumbered. Brennan tried to stop the one wolf from taking me and he was killed. Oh God, I hope Brennan is okay,” Ava stated, feeling as if the dream was possibly real but had yet to happen.
“It’s okay, Ava. Brennan is fine. Walt spok
e to him early yesterday morning,” William added as he caressed her chin.
She felt slightly better but not nearly as convinced that everything was okay.
William stared into her eyes. She locked gazes with his hazel eyes and held on to him.
“Would it make you feel better if we contact him and ensure that he is okay?”
“Yes! Oh yes, Willy, thank you!” she exclaimed as she hugged him then began to kiss his neck, his cheeks, and finally his lips. The comforter fell from her body as William and Kyle caressed her back and smiled at her.
“A proper good morning is in order before we start our day,” William stated then covered her mouth with his lips as he lowered her back down to the bed.
Chapter 22
Ava stood by the picture window in the living room looking out across the wooded area. She knew that William was in the other room trying to track down Brennan. There still wasn’t any word on him, even after she gave up other telephone numbers and contacts to those she believed still worked in the castle. William and his brothers tried to reassure her that everything was fine, but she knew things weren’t fine. Kyle had come into the living room a short time ago and told her that William was still trying to get in touch with Walt. She had a bad feeling as she thought about what could possibly be keeping them from contact.
Ava took a sip of tea and thought about the night her father had been killed and how Brennan helped her to escape. The moment she entered the secret passage her world had changed. She was no longer a princess living in a castle with dreams of grandeur and hopes of proving to her father that she indeed had what it took to eventually take over the company. Instead she was shoved into a world of covert operations, secret aliases, and criminal activity all for the sake of survival. Why had Brennan insisted that she remain hidden even in the States? Did he believe that Fenly had enough power and stronghold to take her from the States back to Ireland and force her into a wedding she would eternally refuse? Brennan was her last living connection to her home.
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