It Takes Special Forces [Love on the Rocks 9] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Give us all of you. Don’t hold back. No shields, no hiding from us, ever.” He pulled his fingers from her ass, slid in behind her, and thrust his cock into her anus.

  She moaned aloud, and he gripped her hips and counterthrust to Turbo’s deep strokes.

  Cobra’s tone, his commanding ways had such an effect on her. She felt wild, needy, and also willing to give them everything, anything they wanted.

  “Harder, Cobra, Turbo. Harder,” she yelled out and grabbed on to Turbo’s shoulders. She rode his cock as best she could with Cobra hammering into her ass.

  They were all moaning, and then Cobra grunted aloud. “Come for us.” Turbo came, and she continued to thrust and thrust, not yet coming, and feeling desperate.

  “Let go,” Cobra ordered.

  “Please, oh God, please,” she begged.

  “Give it to her,” Turbo stated.

  “We’re here,” Ford and Max said, and Cobra lifted her up by her hips and laid her on all fours on the bed. He continued to thrust into her ass, and she reached below and stroked her own pussy.

  “I need you,” Max said, and he gripped her hair, and she spotted his cock and opened immediately for him. She sucked on his cock harder than she meant to.

  “Jesus, Essie, slow down, baby. Fuck,” he complained and then moaned. She sucked harder, bobbed her head up and down.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  “Let go and come. Come when we tell you to come,” Cobra said, and she felt her body about to explode in pleasure when Ford pulled on her nipples as he lay on the side of the bed.

  “Oh!” she exclaimed and came. She felt her whole body erupt and then Cobra followed and rocked his hips several times before he pulled out.

  Max pulled from her mouth and quickly slid underneath her.

  “Ride me,” he ordered next, and she was still recovering from her orgasm, but she slid over his cock, her pussy so sensitive she kept moaning and gasping.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  “You can take it. You were always meant for us,” Ford said.

  She felt the cool liquid to her anus and knew he would take her ass next. She wanted it. Craved it when suddenly she felt the bulbous tip to her anus and then Ford slid right in.

  “Heaven. You’re fucking heaven, Essie,” Ford said.

  He and Max began a wild, fast-paced thrusting of their cocks into her body as she swayed back and forth, and then felt the tiny eruption before both men came inside of her together.

  She could barely focus as the four men took care of her, cleaned her up, and kissed her everywhere their mouths and lips could reach. Then they wrapped her up in the sheets and Max held her close.

  “Rest, love, and when you wake, we’ll shower and get something to eat.

  She barely could register a coherent thought when Slayer entered her mind.

  “Slayer?” she whispered.

  “Rest, baby, he’s nearby, now rest,” Max said and kissed her cheek as he held her back against his front and she drifted off to sleep.

  * * * *

  Slayer stood by the doorway watching Essie sleep. Max and Ford held her between them. The sight affecting him in too many ways to accept without fear or uncertainty. The reason why, wasn’t because he didn’t want to commit, or didn’t have strong feelings for her, hell, love her. It was because of the monster who haunted her dreams, her life, and threatened to take her from all of them.

  He saw Cobra watching over all of them, then glance at him and nodded toward the doorway. His cousin, the leader of the bunch, wanted to talk. Slayer would have to tell him about what he’d learned, about how intense of an individual Blade was, and that somehow, she had gained Blade’s full interest and was his obsession.

  He stared at Essie’s body once more. The tan, toned thighs, her luscious ass, and the possessive hands his cousins had on her. Ford’s was over her breast, and Max’s was on her thigh with her leg pulled over his thigh. He locked gazes with Cobra. His cousin was tall like him, just about a half an inch shorter, blonde hair cut military short, and muscular, trim, with scars along his body, tattoos of war.

  He followed him down the hallway and into the kitchen. It was afternoon, close to four, and they had yet to eat. Their minds, their bodies on one thing—to claim Essie their woman and have her over and over again.

  “I see that Max and Ford took out some steaks for dinner,” Cobra stated as he looked in the refrigerator and pulled out a water bottle. He glanced at Slayer, offering one. Slayer shook his head and then took the seat closest to the hallway where he could still hear and sort of keep watch.

  “You get any sleep?” Cobra asked.

  “I’m good.”

  “That’s not what I asked,” Cobra replied. Slayer glared at him.

  “I don’t need a fucking mother.”

  Cobra raised one of his eyebrows up at him making Slayer feel like a dick for being on edge with Cobra. He trusted Cobra with his life, same with his other cousins. He was just antsy and determined to protect Essie. He knew the only way to do that would be to find this Blade guy and kill the bastard.

  “Better lose that attitude before Essie wakes up. Today we need to set down some rules and establish our plan of action. She’ll need to go to work, to not feel like a prisoner,” Cobra stated.

  Slayer leaned on the island and stared at him. “That may not be an option I’m comfortable with.”

  Cobra exhaled. “What did you find out?”

  “I’ll make it simple. He’s a trained killer. She won’t stand a chance against him no matter how much self-defense training or kickboxing she gets. He’s hurting people on his quest to find her. Sent several individuals from his apartment, including his landlord into the ICU. The landlord is in critical condition. We don’t know who he may or may not have helping him.”

  “The detectives working the case, have you investigated them?”

  “Working on it, but I think Essie’s smartest move thus far has been disappearing and not telling the cops where she is. He could have anyone helping him.”

  Cobra stared at him and then looked away.

  “We can’t keep her prisoner here. She won’t accept that.”

  “I don’t really give a fuck what she thinks she wants. We know Special Forces guys that lose their shit and don’t have a sense of reality. We are not going to sugarcoat the potential danger here, Cobra.”

  “She’s our woman, we will do what’s necessary to protect her, but she’s sensitive, Slayer. You saw her have that panic attack.”

  “I did see her, and the first thing I thought was if this guy gets close enough to her and she panics, she’s as good as dead. She’s petite, feminine, sweet, and we’ve made the joint decision to claim her our woman. We only have one choice here before it gets worse. We need to find this asshole and take him out. I’m more than willing to go hunting while the four of you protect her with your lives.”

  “No, Slayer. This isn’t some mission for the government. It would be murder, plain and simple.”

  “Do I look like I fucking care?”

  “You should care because Essie will not accept this as you defending her and protecting her life. She won’t be able to see the military side of this and nor will the cops. Do you think any of us haven’t thought of ways we could find this guy and kill him? We’re all capable of killing when it’s needed, when it’s our lives against the enemies, and we’re in the war zone or on a mission. This is different.”

  “How so? Because we’re all in the United States of America, a land we’re supposed to feel free and protected in? This guy isn’t playing by the rules of society, or by the laws of this land. He attacked her, beat her, causing Essie to remain hospitalized for three weeks. On top of that, the slick fuck wired her apartment, watched her with cameras as she showered, dressed and undressed, and slept. The rules of engagement were thrown out the window the moment he attacked her, as far as I’m concerned. You want to do this legit, then give me a plan, some kind of in
dicator, and we’ll make an attempt at a civilized capture. When it fails, when it’s our lives, her life, or his, then I don’t expect any barriers from you or anyone else. He goes down, Cobra. End of story.”

  Cobra stared at him and then nodded his head.

  “Agreed. We need people we can trust. I can give Vincent Lockatelli a call, and Steel Law knows a lot of people, too,” Cobra suggested.

  “Why don’t you make plans for you and me to meet with Steel and do a conference call with Vincent tomorrow morning when Essie is at work? We’ll take it from there.”

  “Okay, I’ll call him now.”

  Slayer nodded and then looked down the hallway, and he could hear voices and knew they were all probably getting up.

  “Hey, she asked for you after we all made love to her. You can’t distance yourself because of your fears and concerns. If anything, having her close, making love to her, helps,” Cobra told him and then walked out of the room to talk on the phone.

  Max and Turbo came out and headed to the refrigerator.

  “We’ll work on dinner after we take quick showers,” Ford said to him and he nodded.

  “She’s was asking for you, Slayer. She needs you, too,” Max told him before he walked out of the kitchen.

  Slayer felt so on edge, though. He wanted to tear something apart. To go out and do his thing. Hunt the fucker down and eliminate him. He was feeling like a caged animal and feared being aggressive with Essie. She was so sweet and beautiful. He stood up and made his way to the bedroom. Ford had on his jeans and Essie wasn’t there. He panicked

  “Where is she?” he asked in a hard tone and Ford scrunched his eyes and then looked Slayer over.

  “She’s fine, bro. She’s going to go take a shower,” Ford told him. Slayer looked around the room and then toward the bathroom. He heard the water running.

  “She’s safe with us, Slayer.”

  Slayer was quiet and walked deeper into the room. He smelled her perfume, the scent of sex, and a glance toward the bed, all the ruffled sheets and her clothes on the floor reminded him of the night they all shared together. He never imagined it would feel like this. Desperation, loss, emptiness because she wasn’t right there in the same fucking room, up against his body where he could hold her and know she was whole and safe and real.

  “It’s fucking scary man. I know,” Ford said, and Slayer locked gazes with his cousin.

  “It’s like if she’s not right here where I can touch her, inhale her shampoo, feel her, it’s like I’m empty inside,” Ford told him and Slayer was shocked. So, they both felt the same thing.

  “You think it’s fucking normal?” Slayer asked, and Ford snorted and shook his head.

  “I think it’s something extra special because I’ve never felt like this before.” Ford looked toward the bathroom door and then back at Slayer.

  “We’ve had sex with other women. Shared other women and none of them, nothing in my life ever felt so fucking powerful and deep as sharing Essie with you and my brothers. She’s ours, Slayer. No other men have taken from her body but us. No other men have marked her, come inside of her, and as sick and chauvinistic, hell, barbaric this might sound, I’m fucking relieved. I feel possessive, protective, and desperate. Jesus, the little minx infiltrated where no other ever has.” He shook his head and exhaled.

  “You got her?” he asked, and Slayer nodded as Ford walked out of the bedroom. His words rang true and mirrored Slayer’s feelings. So it wasn’t just him. It was all of them. It was that bond, that connection, that special link in a ménage relationship he heard about but thought was bullshit. Essie infiltrated attacked and destroyed that wall he put up over his heart and soul. He just wished his brother, Weiller, and even Kyle were here to experience it all and to love Essie, too.

  He felt emotional, and it shocked him. What the fuck?

  He pulled off his shirt, undid his pants and discarded the remainder of clothing and made his way into the bathroom. He paused a moment to take in the sight of her in the extra-large walk-in shower. Her back was toward him. Her head hung low as conditioner rinsed from her hair. She had her hands on the wall in front of her. Her full, round ass stuck out, and he could see the series of love bites along her skin. She was theirs. She was his and his cock hardened as he stepped in behind her and gripped her hips.

  * * * *

  Essie gasped at the feel of large, strong hands gripping her from behind. Then she felt Slayer press up against her back, wrap his arms around her midsection, and suckle her neck.

  She exhaled in relief. Here she was staring at the wall, wondering why Slayer hadn’t come back into the bedroom to make love to her like the others had. She figured out pretty quickly that he was his own man. That he had some issues of his own with opening up, talking, expressing his emotions and possibly even handling sharing her with his cousins. She didn’t understand it all yet. The power and the desire she had for him and his cousins seemed to out weight all rational or potential insecurities she had. She craved them. Wanted them by her side or in the vicinity at all times. She almost felt desperate and was shocked as she stood in the shower alone at home wondering at how alone she felt. How scared and uncertain, and she knew her life had changed.

  “How are you feeling? Are you sore at all?” he asked her and kissed her neck, causing her to tilt her head back.

  “I feel good, sedated tired,” she whispered.

  “Hmmm. Too tired to let me make love to you here?” he asked and stroked fingers along her groin and right to her pussy.

  She stepped her feet apart, felt his thick hard cock slide between her ass cheeks and she moaned.

  He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head to the side. He kissed her mouth and then pulled back. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this body, Essie. Of how willing and accepting you are to five lovers like us.”

  She held his gaze.

  “I’m still trying to wrap my brain around it, Slayer.”

  He thrust his fingers deeper into her cunt.

  “Don’t get intimidated if my cousins start making some crazy demands, and act possessive. You’ve…touched us in so many ways,” he said and suckled her neck. He rocked his hips against hers and then lowered down, pulled his fingers from her cunt, and replaced them with his cock. She felt the thick, bulbous head against her entrance, then he gripped her hip and tilted her back to accept his entry from behind.

  “What about you?” she asked as he started to push his thick, hard cock into her very sensitive cunt.

  He slid his hands up her arms and pressed her palms against the shower wall. He gave them a tap. A sure indicator to stay put. She was learning about the men and the control they demanded when they made love to her.

  He slid his palms slowly down her hips, pulling them back and then gripping her ass cheeks.

  “I’m feeling just as fucking possessive,” he stated firmly, then thrust into her balls-deep.

  Essie gasped and tightened up, then moaned at the feeling of being filled by Slayer, along with his arousing words.

  He kneaded her ass cheeks and stroked his thumb over her anus as he thrust slowly in and out of her pussy.

  “You feel incredible, Essie. Every fucking time it gets better and better. I want so much, Essie.”

  She moaned and thrust back.

  “Tell me, Slayer. Oh God, please tell me what you want?” she begged and thrust back against him.

  He pressed the tip of his thumb into her ass while he stroked his dick deeper, faster into her cunt.

  “I want all of you. I want to mark you my woman in every fucking possible way. I want all other men to know that you belong to me, to my cousins, and if they come near you, God help them because I’ll lose my fucking mind,” he stated firmly and thrust faster, deeper making her lose her breath. His words, his strokes took her ability to think, to even breathe away from her.

  “Slayer,” she moaned and then he pulled out, turned her around, grabbed her cheeks, and stared down into her eye
s.

  “I don’t want to fucking come yet. I want to savor every fucking second.” He covered her mouth as he kissed her, delving his tongue deeply in exploration, and she held on to him. Ran her palms up and down his body, then gripped his cock. He pulled from her mouth.

  “I don’t want to come.”

  She stared at him. “Let me taste you.” She lowered down, not waiting for his response, and felt his hand grip her hair and head. She sucked his cock right into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, tasted her cream and then slid her fingers into her cunt.

  He tugged on her hair,

  “Get up here,” he demanded in that tone that was all Slayer. The look in his eyes, the expression on his face should have scared her. Maybe it did. Just a little, but in a way that had her pussy clenching for need and her ass, too.

  He pressed her up against the wall and stroked fingers into her cunt.

  “I want to fuck you everywhere. Claim your mouth, your pussy, and your ass.” He kissed her deeply, and he stroked fingers into her cunt then slid his wet digits down and into her ass.

  She pulled from his mouth and gasped.

  “Do it. Take me. Take whatever you need and want, Slayer. I’m yours.”

  “What?” he asked and stared down into her eyes. He continued to stroke her ass, and her pussy creamed.

  “Take me. Do whatever you need and want. I’m yours,” she told him, and was that a smirk?

  His fingers pulled out of her ass, and his cock replaced them. He slid into her ass, and she cried out and gripped his shoulders. He pulled slightly back to gain better access and to look at her body.

  “You’re incredible.” He licked his lips and stared at her breasts, cupped them, and stroked the nipples as he thrust into her ass.

  She felt so wild and needy. He was such a big man, and she was leaning against the tile wall, thighs spread wide, and her pussy throbbed with need.

  He continued to thrust into her ass and play with her breasts, and the sight of his intensity made her crave even more.

  She slid her fingers down her chest, her belly and to her cunt. He stopped tugging her nipples and watched as her fingers delved into her cunt.