“But you will, and right now, your body knows that it wants us, Daniella. That is most important.”
His words lingered in her mind as all titillation halted. She remained there between them, strung tight and fighting every sensation now after his professed words.
When she started to relax, realizing that it was no use fighting him when she was naked, he caressed her hip with his free hand and moved it upward until he caressed her breast and left his hand there as if he had every given right to do so. The warmth from his large hand penetrated fully, causing her heart rate to increase and a feeling of contentedness to consume her. There was also a burning sensation coming from the back of her neck against the hairline. It pricked and tickled down her spine.
She moaned and Baher continued.
“It’s pretty red so we’d better add some ointment before I cover it.” He began to squeeze some ointment onto his fingers and then gently added it to the stitching.
“You have a very tasty and pretty little pussy, Daniella. I can’t wait to fuck this pussy.” Van pressed the hand he had on her breast down her belly and to her mound. She found herself lifting her hips up and forward as he trailed a long, thick digit between her folds.
“Spread your legs for him, Dani. He’s your Alpha,” Baher told her, and she froze in place.
Why did those words turn her on? She was responding to “Alpha” as if she understood its significance.
Baher added the bandages and began to re-tape the wound when Van pressed his finger up into her channel.
“Oh,” she moaned and pressed her ass back against him. She could feel his cock press hard against the crack of her ass, and crazy thoughts filled her mind. Sex with more than one man would require anal and oral sex. She could be living a fantasy with these guys.
“Spread them, Dani, now.” Baher caressed her inner thigh, making her open wider.
“Oh damn!” she moaned and came again, dripping cream down her thighs.
“You are so responsive, baby. I love this body. It’s perfect.” Van nibbled her earlobe as he pumped his fingers a little faster.
She was riding his hand, and the feel of his hard knuckles colliding with her mound brought on an urge deep inside her. She was losing control. Van was a master when it came to a woman’s body. He rubbed slowly, back and forth against her pubic bone as if he read her mind. She began to push back against him, the need for harder pressure was making her pump her hips. All of this was happening as Baher finished up dressing her cut. Over and over she moaned and pleaded for him to keep going, when finally she exploded again. Her body shook and then Baher fell to his knees, lifted her thigh up over his shoulder, and moved right in for a taste. His tongue collided with her very wet pussy and began to feast on her. She swayed and held his thick shoulders until he had his fill.
As her eyes popped open, she saw Randolph standing in the doorway and she tightened up.
Both Van and Baher didn’t even look toward their brother.
“Dinner,” he told them.
“Dessert’s first tonight,” Baher stated then chuckled as Van ran his teeth over Dani’s neck. She squirmed and pleaded then released again.
She was a pile of mush and couldn’t stand. She’d had it. She was exhausted.
* * * *
Randolph could smell Dani’s delicious scent from the hallway. His heart pounded inside of his chest and his cock swelled, thick and hard beneath his camo pants. He walked into the bathroom, looking her body over. She was gorgeous, with large breasts and pretty pink nipples that looked like berries to pick and suck. He felt his eyes begin to glow slightly. Van was holding her, cupping one breast and rubbing his thumb gently over the nipple while he used his other hand to secure her arm above her head.
“Leave that up, you hear me?” Van warned Dani. She nodded, and he let his other hand slide down her arm, over her armpit, right to her other breast. His large hands now cupped both breasts. Randolph stared at her.
“Come take a taste of our sweet mate, Randolph,” Baher stated after licking her cream and moving to the side.
Dani tried to press her thighs together and lower her arm as if embarrassed by her exposure.
“Don’t!” both Randolph and Van stated, and she immediately placed her arm back up and over her head.
Randolph locked gazes with Dani. Her light-green eyes looked hazed over, her pupils dilated, and her full round lips parted.
He moved in front of her, maintaining eye contact.
He was an extra large man. Built with muscles upon muscles, and with all his tattoos, he knew he appeared intimidating. She looked delicate, feminine, yet everything inside him told him that Daniella was strong, maybe even to a fault. He didn’t want his woman battling rogue wolves. He didn’t like seeing her injured and covered in blood.
He lowered himself to his knees and she shook. He hoped it wasn’t in fear.
“He won’t hurt you,” Van whispered then gave a look toward Randolph as if wanting him to say more to Dani to ease her mind. Well, he wasn’t big on words, and right now, if he spoke, he’d say something stupid or too intense. Instead, he would show what her body did to him.
He touched her ankle and squeezed gently, his thumb and pinky touched one another with room to spare. He looked back up at her and she seemed to realize the same thing.
He lifted her leg and caressed his palm against her soft, feminine skin then leaned down to press his lips to her skin. She allowed him to bend her knee and place it over his shoulder while he used his palm to touch her.
“Like silk,” he whispered, moving his digits slowly up her inner thigh and right to her pussy. As the tips of his fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh, she moaned.
She was panting and pressing her pussy forward. His eyes burned and his insides fought for control of his wolf. He wanted to bite her, claim her this second.
Instead, he pressed one long, thick digit between her delicate flesh.
“Oh God.” She moaned and his digit wasn’t even fully inside of her.
“Easy now,” he whispered then pushed upward. Her pussy responded, lubricating his finger and allowing him better access to her. He pumped his finger upward and Baher caressed her other inner thigh, spreading her wider.
In and out he pumped his finger then couldn’t hold off any longer. He needed to taste her.
He spoke to his brothers through their link and they helped prepare her body. He was a big man and needed room. He was nearly out of breath from squatting so low on the ground. Van lifted her up. He sat on the vanity and spread her legs over his thighs. Before she could decipher what was happening, Randolph was between her thighs inhaling her scent. His wolf eyes glowed, and he licked her then raised his eyes to see her face.
She watched in awe, her light-green eyes glazed over with arousal, and he let his wolf tongue show.
She gasped and he plunged it into her, rotating, caressing and devouring her cream as she exploded over and over again.
He used his hands to spread her pussy lips and then press his finger lower and under her. He continued to eat at her then pressed a digit against her puckered hole.
He pushed through. Her cream lubricated both entrances while he thrust tongue and finger into each.
She screamed and bucked on Van’s lap as Randolph continued to bring her pleasure.
* * * *
“Oh please, I can’t take it. Oh!” Dani screamed then fell back against Van’s chest. Randolph was a giant, and he just brought her to climax while his finger had gone where no man had gone before.
As he pulled from her body, that magnificent, long wolf tongue licked her clean. How the hell did he do that? She wasn’t turned off but utterly turned on.
“Is the party in here?” Miele asked as Bently followed him into the bathroom.
“No, no more, please, I can’t take it,” Dani stated, out of breath as Van massaged her breasts and Randolph kissed her inner thighs then lifted them off of Van. Randolph cupped her cheek and stared d
own at her. He looked so intense, and he was definitely a man of few words. But what he said to her as he played with her body turned her into a sex-craved lunatic. She swallowed hard.
He leaned down closer to her face.
“Perfect,” he said then kissed her. He lifted her up, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her out of the bathroom, past Bently and Miele, and to the bed. He sat her down and the others joined them. Van pulled a T-shirt from the edge of the bed that was folded neatly along with a pair of boxers.
Randolph helped her into it, and before he released her, he gently caressed his knuckles against her cheek.
Oh God, I’m in love with a giant wolf.
“Let’s get these on and go get dinner. You must be starving,” Baher stated then tried to place her feet into the boxers. He lifted her by her waist and pulled them up.
“Thank you.” She looked up at each of them.
They smiled except for Van and Randolph.
Randolph was in front of her again. He bent down and lifted her into his arms.
“Hold on,” he told her firmly. She swallowed hard and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
Chapter 7
Dani was sore. There was no denying that. This was the first time in her career, never mind her life, that she got injured like this. However, call her crazy, but she was feeling kind of on a high and numb around the Fagan men. It was so insane and there was this constant tingling, almost burning sensation on the back of her neck, just below the hairline. It felt as if an imaginary line extended down her spine and through her body, every part but especially her pussy and breasts.
She rubbed the back of her neck as she watched the five men that gathered around the large industrial-like kitchen, preparing dinner. The table was set, beer and wine being served as Miele added roasted chicken to a large white platter. He looked kind of sexy and domesticated. That made her chuckle to herself. It was hard to believe that these men could turn into wolves whenever they wanted to. She clutched her stomach and closed her eyes as she thought about the killer. She was scared. She was trying to be tough because she was a highly trained professional, in a profession and position as a homicide detective in New York City. She’d proven herself and her capabilities in the past, and this time would be no different.
“Are you feeling okay?” she heard Bently ask as he reached toward her face to gently push a loose strand of hair from her cheek.
He was a flirt and then some. She knew the type, except he also had that extra umph of something that made her pussy tingle just from his focus on her.
It was eerie and also interesting.
“I’m fine, thank you,” she whispered then got that burning sensation at the base of her neck. She reached back and rubbed it.
“Hey, you keep doing that. Is your neck bothering you?” Baher asked as he reached toward her shoulders from behind and began to massage there. The tingling subsided. How odd.
She didn’t want to tell them what she was feeling. As wild as it seemed that she trusted them, she didn’t want to give in so easily. It was her stubborn, “I can take care of myself” attitude. She knew this. She wasn’t denying her attraction to the men. That would be hopeless, but she didn’t have to come off as easy. Like she did upstairs in their damn bathroom. She was ready to spread her legs and yell, “Orgy…who’s in?”
She felt her cheeks warm. She needed more than sex from them. She felt it to the depths of her soul. She was standing her ground.
She wiggled off the stool, pushing Bently’s hands off her shoulders and nearly knocking him out of the way. As she stood, she cringed with pain and took a few short, necessary breaths. Damn did that hurt, and now that she placed some distance between herself and the two men, she felt that burning sensation on her neck. What the fuck!
Miele placed the platter of chicken on the table as the others grabbed the side dishes of food. Bently and Baher stared at her then both reached for her chair to hold it out so she could sit. She felt a little guilty for pushing them away, but she needed to establish some boundaries. If they kept touching her, any of them, then she was as good as fucked, literally, and right now she needed her wits about her.
Dani was surprised when Bently moved around to the other side of the table, next to Van who sat directly across from her. Randolph sat on the other side of Van. She looked toward him, and he had his hands clasped together a few inches below his chin as his bold green eyes bore into her. Again, her body was in full awareness of these men.
Now Baher and Miele took position on either side of her. Their arms brushed against her arms, and she felt herself take a quick inhale of breath, then feel the perspiration hit her brow. She was so oversensitive she felt like one of those live wires knocked down during a thunder-and-lightning storm that danced along the blacktop, out of control. She was doing everything she could to ignore these sensations as she squeezed her thighs together
“Eat, Dani. I can hear your stomach growling from here,” Van stated, his voice firm and authoritative, making her jump then stare at him. She was not used to being ordered around. They needed to understand that or they would fight all the time.
“Those are some intense wolf senses you have, Van, that you can hear my belly rumble from over there.” She used the tongs to grab a juicy piece of roasted chicken, the aroma making her belly rumble louder this time.
“As wolves, we have extraordinary senses, especially the sense of smell and instinctive abilities,” Van replied, taking a piece of chicken before adding a pile of potatoes to his plate. His brothers followed suit. They had let her take her food first, then the Alpha, interesting.
“What else can you sense right now with all this delicious food filling the air?” she asked, kind of egging him on or almost challenging this concept of innate abilities wolves supposedly had.
She was cutting her chicken and glanced up at Van and those gorgeous green eyes of his, waiting for a response from him. He looked her over and every body part came alive.
“I can smell your arousal, Daniella, and sense your need to fight those sensations running rampant in your body. I can smell your sweet cream and practically taste it on my tongue.”
For the love of God, why, why did I antagonize this man?
She swallowed hard and tried not to falter at his stare. Her cheeks burned, and arousal filled her to the core. She noticed the others had a similar ability to stare deeply and almost expect others to lower their eyes and bow down, and it pissed her off that she felt that sensation now.
Dani put her shoulders back then forked a piece of chicken and brought it to her lips.
“Well, you’ve had a taste, Alpha, but it doesn’t mean you’ll get another.” She took the piece of chicken and forced herself to chew and not choke on it as Van’s eyes glowed, showing his wolf. He smirked then began to eat as if his non-retort and facial expression said it all. The pompous bastard knew she was fighting him on this, and he blew her off. Now that was a way to piss off a woman.
The silence continued as they ate their dinner. She was feeling much better after the delicious meal. She needed to start laying the groundwork for her departure from these men. She had work to do and needed to investigate the recent murders and how this killer knew she was headed to Baily’s and why he killed Baily.
She wiped her mouth, took a sip of wine, then cleared her throat before placing her hands under her chin as Van had done earlier.
“So, gentleman, I appreciate your hospitality and all, but I do believe there is a killer running loose and I need to catch him. So if you could get me my clothes, I’ll get out of your hair, no pun intended, and hit the road.” She began to get up.
“Sit, Daniella,” Van barked, and she froze as the others began to rise from their seats and clear the table. No one looked at her, not even Randolph.
“You will remain under our protection, Daniella. You are our mate, our responsibility, and life as you know mus
t change.”
He stood up as if he were dismissing any attempt from her to retort or have a say in her life. And what was with this mating bullshit?
“Van, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but my life is not going to change. I have an apartment, a career, and a responsibility to this community to find this piece of crap, and I intend on doing it.” She rose from the table.
“No, Daniella, you are not. You are the mate of wolves, and this conversation is finished.”
“Bullshit!” she yelled and slammed her fist down on the table.
Van turned toward her with a mean gleam in his eyes, and the others stared at her, too, arms crossed in front of their chests. She felt the wind knocked out of her sails, as if she would fall over from the power emitting from them.
That damn burning hit her neck again, too, and it really hurt.
She reached back, holding the spot where it burned as the turmoil filled her belly. Every part of her wanted to be with these men. She wanted to have sex with them, cuddle with them, absorb their scents, and be part of them while the other part of her sought justice and wanted to maintain her independence. She was fighting more than just her personality and what she was used to. She was fighting something intangible, strong, and unidentifiable, but she knew it was there, deep inside of her.
“I am trying my hardest to be patient with you, Daniella.”
“Dani! For crying out loud, my fucking name is Dani.” She turned to leave only to grab her side and then her neck as the pain hit her. She gasped, and immediately Bently and Baher were by her side, helping her to sit back down.
“I don’t want to sit back down. I will not be your prisoner. Damn it, you cannot do this to me, Van. My career is all I’ve got.” Her heart filled with emotions. She was angry, scared, and confused about the instant attraction to five men who could shift into wolves. She was losing her mind, and the day’s events were kicking in, making her feel shitty and defeated. She was tired, and with each step she took away from the men, the more exhausted she felt. What the hell is wrong with me?
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