Bently placed his hand under her chin and stared down at her. She felt the sincerity and depth of emotions from his brown eyes. It was a total contrast to Van’s mean and aggressive behavior and tone.
“You are no longer alone, Dani. We are yours for eternity.” He leaned down and kissed her lips softly. When their lips parted, she felt the pain in her neck ease. It was as if every time she tried to put some distance between herself and the Fagan men, she had that burning pain. She reached back and rubbed her neck.
“You’re in pain still,” Baher stated, standing next to her as he moved her hair off her shoulder away from her cheek.
“Miele, can you get one of those painkillers Charlie left for her?”
She heard the shaking of a pill container, and she wasn’t sure that she wanted them.
“I don’t want them. I don’t know how they’ll make me feel and I need to stay awake. I don’t know any of you. I don’t like feeling this out of control,” she admitted as she glanced around the room.
Bently placed both hands on her cheeks and held her face gently between his hands as he stared down at her. Bently, the sexy flirt, with his sparkling brown eyes somehow seemed to calm her.
“Please trust us, Dani. We know what we’re doing and we want to take care of you.”
Miele appeared with a glass of water and one pill. Miele, always on the go, always keeping busy and ready to jump into action to assist. He was a doer. She just sensed that about him.
“Take this. Charlie said it may make you feel drowsy, but it will take away the pain.”
She took the pill, hoping that it would in fact numb the pain in her side and in her neck but not make her fall asleep again. She had to be imagining things. There was no way that her body felt pain from being away from the men or placing some distance between them. How could that be? Did they do something to her while she was sleeping?
“Did you give me something earlier?” she asked without thinking it through.
Van raised his voice.
“Damn it, we don’t go around drugging women, Daniella. Accept what you are feeling. It is your destiny.”
God damn it to hell, I want to slug him right now. Destiny my ass! This is all a bad fucking nightmare.
She needed realty. She needed her life back.
Perhaps a change of subject would work here.
“I want to know what information you have on this killer. You have insight into his abilities and resources that I don’t have.” She looked toward Van.
He eyed her over.
“You need rest, Daniella. We can discuss this tomorrow.”
With that dismissal, Van walked closer toward her and was about to pick her up. She was beginning to feel numb again and that sensation in her neck eased to a humming as Van reached for her.
“I’m not tired, Van. I need to know,” she told him as he lifted her up into his arms. She immediately placed her arms around his neck.
Their faces were inches apart. Her entire body was alive with a sexual pull so intense she thought she might hyperventilate, never mind attack the man and rip his clothes off of his amazing body. Yikes!
“Tomorrow, Daniella, you will feel better and then we will discuss the future.”
She didn’t like his smug, controlling attitude, but her pussy sure did as it clenched and, damn it, moistened with arousal. He inhaled and his eyes glowed.
“You’ll learn to listen to your body and your gut, Daniella.”
He carried her out of the room, his words lingering in her head along with the drugs and Margo’s same advice to follow her gut.
By the time they reached the bedroom, her head was against his shoulder and her eyes were heavy with exhaustion. But worst of all was the feeling of contentedness she felt in Van’s arms.
Van placed her down on the bed then covered her with the sheets.
He brushed her hair from her cheeks as he leaned over her.
She held his gaze.
“You can’t keep me drugged up, Alpha. It’s not right and it isn’t fair. I like to be in control, too,” she whispered then blinked her eyes, trying to fight the need to close them and sleep.
He touched her cheek and caressed her lower lip with his thumb.
“We’ll see about that, mate,” he whispered.
The last thing she saw was his glowing green eyes. Then the feel of his lips pressed gently against her lips.
* * * *
“So what do you think?” Bently asked his brothers as they gathered around the kitchen.
“I think she’s stubborn, independent, and used to handling shit on her own. You read her files and heard her commander’s reports on her. She’s tough, more than capable of handling herself, and good at her job,” Baher stated.
“I don’t want her chasing killers of any kind, never mind this rogue wolf who seems very interested in her,” Miele added.
“I agree. She doesn’t know much about wolves or their abilities to kill. What if he seeks her out to mate her? That scent she has is so enticing, and apparently we aren’t the only ones who sense it,” Baher stated.
“She’s going to be learning a lot about wolves shortly. The same goes for being mated to us. The sooner we mark her and claim her as our mate, the safer she will be,” Van stated as he entered the room.
“How is she, Van?” Bently asked.
“She is sleeping. Fought me until she passed out,” he stated, and the others chuckled.
Van turned around to face them with a scowl on his face. Bently stared at his oldest brother.
“She does not bow down to anyone, and none of us are used to that,” Bently pointed out.
“Well, she is going to learn just as we are going to learn how to handle being mated to such a woman,” Van replied, and another set of chuckles went through the room.
“I, for one, think of it as an exciting challenge. She is too tasty of a morsel to resist,” Bently replied.
“I think she will find submission most pleasurable in bed,” Miele teased.
“I would still like to know what power she seems to possess to have such a keen scent about her. I’d like to speak with her friend Margo again. Perhaps the healer can enlighten us on our new mate,” Van stated.
“I do not want Dani to leave our protection at all, but it seems inevitable. She does have a job to do and she enjoys it,” Baher stated.
“She cannot be left unattended to. She is our mate and we need to watch over her. If she insists upon continuing in such a profession, then she will do it in Texas where she is protected by the packs,” Van stated firmly.
“This is going to be hell,” Baher added.
Just then, Van’s cell phone rang, interrupting their conversation. The others listened with their ability to hear both sides of the conversation.
A few minutes later Van disconnected the call.
* * * *
“So, you all heard. It is becoming apparent that this wolf is not really a total wolf at all but perhaps a freak experiment gone badly,” Van stated.
“That is fucked up and totally unreal. Who would have the ability to create such a beast?” Baher asked.
“I don’t know but we will find out. You heard Zespian and he believes that this wolf was crossbred with something else,“ Van added.
“Its need to kill so violently and leave the scenes so bloody is sickening but may also be a clue,” Miele stated.
“How so? What are you thinking, Miele?” Bently asked.
“Well, if what Zespian says is true, then perhaps when this wolf was created, it was crossed with something that craves blood.”
“Damn, that could also explain its interest in Dani if her blood is as appealing as her scent. Her blood and scent contain something that we all can identify with, yet we know it is beyond the fact that she is our mate,” Bently stated.
“She needs us,” Randolph said, making everyone pause to look at him. They nodded their heads as Randolph walked out of the room. Van knew he was heading toward Dani’s
room to stay with her.
“We need to make some concrete plan here. Perhaps explaining the situation to Dani will help her see the seriousness of the case?” Miele suggested.
“I agree. She knows about investigation and the process. She’ll want to continue, and we won’t be able to stop her, but we can protect her while she is doing it,” Bently added.
“I think mating her and marking her as our mate will help to seal the bond and protect her, too. Perhaps that alone will deter this rogue wolf from seeking what is ours,” Van stated firmly. He was feeling uneasy and defensive. He knew he needed to be with Daniella, but she wasn’t ready to submit, at least not without some major persuasion.
“I think we do need to persuade her, Van. She was quite responsive in the bathroom earlier. She wants us, she feels the desire and attraction, but we need to lead her. It is our duty and the way things are done,” Baher told Van.
“Agreed,” Van stated and the others made the same remarks.
“We will work on it as soon as she awakens.” Van walked out of the kitchen.
Chapter 8
“We need to find him. At this rate, the Special Investigations Unit will catch on to my plans and destroy everything. Detrix has lost complete control of himself,” Dr. Evans stated to his small committee.
“We knew he was going to be trouble from the start. Knowing Vanderlan and how powerful of a vampire he is, he probably tainted the blood we stole from his vault,” Marfur Cartright stated. He was a commander for Dismar, an elder of the circle.
“You may be right. We thought by going to his place while he was away serving the Valdamar Packs that we could get away with it.” Dr. Evans shook his head.
“What’s done is done. We now need to find Detrix,” Lemlock Porter, a scientist from London, added.
“My sources tell me that he is in New York. He has murdered over a dozen people. Apparently, one got away and that would be the one for us to seek out,” Evans stated.
“Why do you say that? Who is it?” Marfur asked.
“I do not know yet. But whoever they are, we must get to them first and use them to bait in Detrix. Unless he gets to them before we can identify them.” They all felt on edge and worried.
“Any word on the Unit becoming interested in these murders?” Lemlock asked.
“They are a tight-knit community of wolves. No one except those of great influence or power are privy to information. So the only way we will know if the Special Investigations Unit is on to these murders is if we see them or smell them around.”
“Great. Well, let’s hope your men find Detrix or this other person and fast. We’ve got another set of injections being administered to the other hybrid wolf. He is much larger than Detrix, faster, stronger, and a hell of a lot brighter, even without the vampire blood. He has been trained to know his purpose. If all goes according to plan, then my Alpha and elder in the circle, Dismar, can gain the power and control of Fagan Pack territory, bringing his numbers significantly higher. It is something he has been working on for quite some time,” Marfur Cartright stated.
“It will be beneficial to all of us if Dismar gains greater power.” Lemlock rose from the chair.
“Great. I am looking forward to seeing the newest hybrid in a bit. I have been quite impressed thus far, Lemlock. He is beyond Alpha material. He will rule beautifully. And how about the others? Will it be easier to form a small army of these rogues if their assistance is necessary?” Dr. Evans asked.
“Definitely. However, this rogue that I am calling ‘the enforcer’ will be successful alone.” Porter stated.
“Wonderful and I am truly impressed. Perhaps we will be able to celebrate even sooner.” Marfur added with a smile as he began to exit the room.
* * * *
Dani began to awaken as she felt the large, warm body that was pressed against her back. Her eyes were still heavy from the painkillers she had taken, but at least her side where the stitches were didn’t hurt.
She felt the heavy hand across her belly and the gentle way his fingers brushed over her exposed skin. She wondered which one of the men was holding her and guessed by the size and scent of surrounding her that it was Randolph. He was huge and the largest of the Fagan brothers and equally as intimidating as Van.
She suddenly felt keenly aware of the man’s size and heaviness of his hand. His fingers were thick and long, and her belly felt hot where it lay.
Her shirt must have lifted up as she slept, revealing her belly. Her insides tightened. Fuck, I hope I don’t look fat.
Dani was always self-conscious about her weight and the little rounded belly she just couldn’t seem to get rid of. She swallowed again, and the body behind her shifted. Instantly, she felt the long, thick object against her ass, making her insides burn with need. Her pussy clenched and her lips parted. The man was well built. He caressed her belly, moving his hand across her rib cage and now to her breast. But he didn’t touch it, he just grazed fingertips across the under part making her wiggle. She knew that the Fagan brother behind her was Randolph. Any of the others would have spoken to her by now. He was definitely the quiet type but also very lethal.
She didn’t want to acknowledge the effect he was having on her. She imagined his face in her mind as he continued to tease her skin. He was tough with dark hair and eyes that were nearly identical to the darkness of the strands of hair. He was covered with tattoos that stretched across and around each ridge of muscle on his weight-lifting body. She wondered if all wolves were so naturally fit and muscular, or perhaps they had very fast metabolisms. That was something she would love to have, a fast metabolism.
He took that moment to move his fingers higher and against her breast, the tip of his nail traced over the top of her nipple.
“Oh.” She moaned as he continued to massage her breast.
She felt his lips against her shoulder and neck. The tingling sensation filled her, and she parted her legs then rubbed her thighs slowly together to try to stop the hunger building there.
Immediately his hand moved off her breast, down her ribs, and to her pussy that he cupped above the material of the boxers she wore. She tightened up, and he kissed her shoulder and her neck then rubbed a finger back and forth across her mound, spreading the material and her pussy lips.
“Open for me,” he whispered, shocking her. She was surprised by the sudden sound of his voice almost as much as how quickly she parted her legs on Randolph’s command.
She rolled to her back, and she looked into his eyes, dark, shiny and oh so sexy staring back at her.
They held one another’s gaze as Randolph used his one hand to push her boxers down and off of her as she assisted. He remained staring into her eyes as he stroked a finger over her wet pussy. His expression hardened, his muscles in his shoulders tightened, and the need for him to be inside of her overwhelmed her senses.
Her lips parted and she took unsteady breaths as he began to press a digit up into her. As he breached her opening, she tilted her head back, losing the ability to hold his gaze as he pushed into her.
“Beautiful,” he whispered then continued to stroke her pussy, pressing his digit in and out of her as he adjusted his position on the bed.
“Look at me, Daniella,” Randolph stated, and she opened her eyes to stare at him.
He added a second digit after the next stroke, and she lifted her legs so he could gain better access.
“I want to taste you,” he told her, and oh for crying out loud did he sound so fucking sexy. She nodded her head like an idiot instead of a strong female who knew about sex. However, her gut instincts were screaming that she didn’t know shit about sex and that Randolph and his brothers wanted to teach her.
He began to move over her then between her legs. Before she could decipher his intentions, because she was in a dead staring contest with him, he lowered his head and his mouth latched onto her pussy.
He used the palms of his hands to spread her thighs as he ate at her, licking, sucking, and
pulling at her sensitive flesh until she lost it.
“Randolph!” she said his name.
Her chest rose and fell in what she thought was an awkward manner as she locked gazes with Randolph. His dark eyes glimmered and shined like nothing she had ever seen before. They mesmerized her as he kissed her skin from mound to breasts to mouth.
She tasted herself on his lips, and as he plunged his tongue through her parted lips, she melted against his body.
Her legs were parted, spread by his large, thick thighs of steel covered in camo pants.
He released her lips only to breathe then went back for more as if he couldn’t get enough of her lips. She had never felt so sexy and attractive. It was a wild thought that she became putty in this man’s hands. He was a man who said few words but whose actions spoke in volumes.
Randolph lightened his strokes using his lips and teeth to nibble gently over her lips, down to her chin and over her neck.
She lifted her neck toward him, uncertain where the sensations were coming from. Flashes exploded inside her head with visions of him biting her. She never heard of any such thing until Margo explained a bit about wolves and mates. But I am human. Where are these thoughts coming from?
She gripped his shoulders best she could. “Randolph, please. This is going too fast.”
He thrust his hips gently against her sensitive mound, and she gasped.
“Fast is good. I want you, Daniella. Now.”
His demand was strong, yet he appeared needy, almost weak with desire. Perhaps she was wrong, but thus far she had seemed right on target with these men’s intentions and control issues. This was something more. This was pure need. He was feeling exactly what she was feeling. She wanted him inside of her. She wanted to touch every inch of him and give him some bites of her own. She shocked herself when the words left her lips.
“I know, Randolph. I feel so alive with you. I’m scared but I want you.”
He leaned down to kiss her lips softly then released them as he stood up and got off the bed.
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