Task Force Three and the Irish Jewel [The Men of Five-O #3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (2 page)

“Why did you refer to me as your wife, Fenly? You killed my father. I saw you!” she yelled at him as her voice shook with trepidation.

Fenly gripped her chin so hard she felt his fingertips dig into her flesh and bruise against the bone. She flinched as he forced her back down into a lying position. Growls surfaced around her, but she dare not look at the man-beasts, for they might think she was challenging them, whatever they were. Fenly’s weight held her down. He was very large in comparison to her smaller frame. Fenly released her chin and slowly pressed his fingers to her neck then trailed them along her chest.

“You see, Ava, I cannot let you go because you belong to me now,” he told her, not looking up into her eyes but instead focusing on the buttons of her blouse as his nimble fingers released each button. She inhaled as fear gripped her insides. Why was he touching her? What did he plan on doing with her?

She didn’t need to look around her to see that the others watched. She felt their gazes upon her and heard their heavy breathing. The air around her suddenly became too thick for her to take an easy breath.

“Please, Fenly, stop this. I don’t know what you’re talking about. My father…” she began to say, and then her voiced cracked with emotion as the tears stung her eyes. Fenly held her gaze, widened his eyes a quick second before staring back at her blank-faced. He knew she had seen him kill her father. What kind of game was he playing with her?

She felt his hand caress her skin then move along the material of her blouse.

“You belong to me now, my sweet, innocent Ava.” He cupped her breast, and she grabbed his wrist. Deep, feral growls echoed beside her ears. Hot, wet breath penetrated the sensitive skin along her neck. The beasts were close enough to lick her, never mind eat her.
How the hell did they do that? Shift from man to beast and back again in a flash?

“Please, Fenly,” she whispered as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt the hard, pebbled ground beneath her back. Fenly looked up toward the men and smirked. She looked at the beasts, their eyes glowing yellow and black not like anything she had ever seen on any dog. They weren’t normal. She knew they were something powerful and lethal.

“Mine,” Fenly whispered, and when she looked up, his eyes glowed just like the beasts next to her.

She gasped for air and closed her eyes as she cried out in fear.

They growled at her and bumped their snouts against her head, taunting her, daring her to challenge them.

“Oh please, Fenly. What are they? What are you?” she asked as she sobbed.

She felt Fenly’s fingers glide down her body from her breast to the waist of her jeans. His fingers felt rough as he snapped the button open and pushed further.

“No, Fenly, please!” She begged for him to stop. His fingers froze in place.

“You will be my wife by this time tomorrow night. This body will be all mine and no one else will ever touch you. My men will kill anyone who even looks at you or tries to take a sniff.”

“No, Fenly. I’m not yours. I won’t marry you,” she told him, suddenly feeling the fight within her and not willing to give in to this outrageous situation. He killed her father and left her with nothing but the land, and the money from her father’s estate.

“You will be my wife, my mate. Your father is no longer here to protect you, Ava. There is a new leader. One that will bring the O’Brian bloodline together with the O’Leary bloodline and we will rule all of Ireland and beyond. I will be your protector now and protector of all that belongs to the O’Brian name.”

Fenly killed her in order to get his hands on the thousands of acres of property the O’Brian family owned for centuries? He wanted to merge their families? Well, that wasn’t going to happen. Not if she had anything to do with it.

She attempted to get up. “Never! I will never do that!” she hollered.

In an instant Fenly’s other hand grabbed her throat, and she felt the claws like that of a fierce animal against her skin. Her body shook in revelation of this half man, half beast nearly on top of her. The glowing eyes, and the long, sharp incisors warned her to not resist his command.

“You are already mine, Ava. I’ve waited three years for you to come of the right age and for your father to die. We’re going to rule Ireland together.”

“No.” She shook her head side to side, and he gripped her throat tighter. She tilted her head back, gasping for air and causing her chest to push out. She couldn’t move an inch more. Left, right, up, or down, his claws still pinched against her skin.

“We’ll see, Ava. We’ll see,” he whispered, and then she felt his fingers push further down her pants, over her panties before they delved between her sacred folds.

She cried out as he roughly pressed fingers in and out of her. The tears rolled down her cheeks as he leaned over her face. Fenly slowly released her neck and lowered his mouth down to kiss her mouth. It was brutal and invasive, but she dared not challenge this freak. She just didn’t want him to rape her.

When he released her lips and his disgusting scent filled her nostrils and made her stomach quiver with disgust, he smiled at her.

“My sweet little virgin. It will be an honor to have such a treasure and know that no other will ever possess any part of you.”

He pulled his fingers roughly from her and brought them to his mouth. He sniffed them as the animals around him growled low and deep.

He smiled as he licked the wet digits and held her gaze.

“Delicious and all mine.”

Briskly he rose to his feet, grabbing her by the waist of her jeans and tossing her over his shoulder like a rag doll. The button from her jeans pressed hard against her belly. She felt violated and completely out of control. There was no way to physically fight him. Fenly was a large man. He weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds and stood at about six feet five inches. He was handsome but mean as could be. She never liked him or the way he watched her father. Fenly’s father had died years ago in some sort of freak accident. She was only eighteen at the time and didn’t understand her father’s business relationship with Fenly or the family heritage. It was obvious that Fenly had planned all of this. He had waited for her father to die, but Patrick O’Brian was strong and stubborn. When he hadn’t died of natural causes Fenly decided to rush things along and kill Patrick.

How could she have not seen this coming? If he could force her into a marriage she wanted nothing to do with and legally claim her as his wife then he would share in the wealth. Then he more than likely would kill Ava to get the entire estate himself. She had seen Fenly’s lavish lifestyle. He enjoyed the company of women and the danger of the drug cartel. He tried to persuade her father to become partners with him. But her father had come from a long line of wealthy landowners in Ireland. There was no way he would resort to illegal drugs.

An all-consuming feeling of defeat traveled through her body as she bounced atop Fenly’s shoulder while he carried her to the estate. The tears rolled down her cheeks, and fear gripped her insides. The beasts walked around her and Fenly, like guards in some wild fantasy story where monsters existed and ruled the world. They growled at her, and she shook, subconsciously gripping Fenly out of fear of the danger. Fenly’s deep chuckle rumbled along her belly.

“Don’t worry, love, they’ll only hurt you on my command or if you try to escape. There’s nothing out there for you, Ava, only an evil world waiting to corrupt your innocence and take everything you have to give. You need me and I’ll protect you, Ava, and so will my wolves,” he stated as he approached the staircase leading to the side entrance to her father’s estate. She felt defeated. He was right. She hadn’t a clue about what was beyond the gates of their estate or outside of Ireland. There was nothing she could do.

She wanted to scream in frustration. This wasn’t fair. Fenly didn’t love her, and she hated him with all her heart. He was a murderer and a thief, never mind some sort of freak animal. She shook again as the fear of the transformation she witnessed flashed through her mind. There was no one to turn to and no one she could trust to help her. Now that Fenly killed her father, he would be a feared man, and no one would dare challenge his authority, especially not the authorities themselves. What about Brennan and the other helpers in the estate? Oh God! She wondered if he killed them, too.

Corruption ran rampant around these parts.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Fenly set her feet down onto the rug. He looked her over, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest to cover her breasts the best she could. Her clothing was torn, and the scratches across her back and side continued to burn. Fenly and his dark, gray eyes held her gaze.

“You shouldn’t have run, Ava. Never run from a wolf. We are superior beasts in both were and human form. You’ll learn quickly and not by challenging me or my men.” He reprimanded her as if she were at fault for his men’s actions as they chased her down and tackled her to the ground.

The tears burned her eyes as she responded in challenge.

“You dare blame me for what those animals did? You killed my father, Fenly. I will never be yours and I will never forgive you!” She screamed the last words with such vengeance and hatred for the man that her voice cracked and her body vibrated with the same emotion. She never saw the hit coming, and never expected Fenly to strike her as the back of his hand made contact with her cheek and jaw. It was fierce and knocked her off balance, causing her to fall to the floor. She cried as she held her cheek while Fenly yelled.

“Do not provoke me, Ava. Never speak of your father again or I will be forced to eliminate you. Now get up. It’s late and I have work to do if we are to be married by this time tomorrow.” Fenly pulled her up from the floor. She slapped his hand away from her and attempted to get up on her own. She didn’t even care that her blouse was ripped open and her breasts nearly poured from her black lace bra. She was angry and scared. Her entire world as she knew it was over.

Fenly pulled her against his hip, kept his arm wrapped around her waist as he personally escorted her to her bedroom. Once inside he pointed at her in warning.

“Do not try to escape again or I will take what’s mine then throw you to my men for them to play with.” He pulled her against his chest, grabbed ahold of her hair, and kissed her hard on the mouth. She pulled away, used the sleeve of her shirt to wipe away the stench of his saliva while crying in fear and disgust as Fenly closed the door and locked her inside all alone.

“Bastard!” she grunted then ran to her bed and cried.

* * * *

“Remain nearby. I don’t want anything to happen to her,” Fenly told Pete.

“She means that much to you, boss?” Pete asked, and Fenly held his guard’s gaze.

“She will make the perfect Alpha female to our pack. She is young, only twenty, and classy, sophisticated, and pure like no other. There is an image to uphold if we are to maintain control over the O’Brian estate and all business associates. The power I will have in her name alone once we mate will open up doors to success. Never mind that my wolf has smelled her scent and craves it.”

“She is quite beautiful, Fenly, and you deserve the best,” Pete responded.

“The windows are secured?” Fenly asked.

“She has no means of escape except this door to her bedroom.”

“Good. I will see you in the morning.”

“Yes, sir.”

Fenly walked down the hallway and to the guest bedroom. The master suite would be renovated starting tomorrow. The staff had been notified that he was the new master and Patrick O’Brian’s body was removed. Of course they would have to have a funeral of some sort to save face. These humans could be so ridiculous. He smiled as he thought about Ava. She would be sad tomorrow, and he would remain by her side for all to see the support and commitment he had to offer her. Then the legal documents would be signed by Ava and they would be married and mated all in one night. He entered the bedroom and yawned. Tomorrow he could start making some business plans with his connections in the States. He could expand his drug cartel and gun smuggling into the US all while sitting comfortably on an estate worth millions in Ireland. He could pay off his debt with Porter and get that crazy IRA bastard off his ass. Once he had full control over both Ava and the estate, he could find out more about the Irish Jewel and the secret location. If the tale was true, then once he had the Jewel in his possession, he would be King and organizations like the Circle of Elders and the Secret Order, and every government of every country would be his to control and rule. Yeah, things were definitely beginning to look better already.

He smiled to himself as he thought about the day’s events. Ava was stronger than he anticipated. She didn’t appear as timid as he had thought. In fact, she seemed like she would fight him the entire way. Perhaps when he waved Brennan or some of the other servants in her face and threatened their lives, then she would accept her fate. He thought about it. Ava trusted Brennan and was very close to the butler. He could use that emotion if necessary.

* * * *

Ava dried her eyes as she sat up on the edge of the bed. She touched her cheek, enraged at the fact that Fenly struck her. She had seen men strike women in the movies, but damn, did it really hurt. She could have sworn that her brain shook from the impact. And how the hell did men know to hit a woman across her cheek and jaw? Was that some kind of special code men had to follow?
The bastard!
She was finished crying and feeling sorry for herself. She had to do something. She had to try to escape before morning. Quickly she changed her clothes, threw on another pair of jeans, a shirt, and a sweater. She was tying up her boots when she heard a noise coming from inside of her walk-in closet. Her heart pounded against her chest as she imagined one of Fenly’s beasts waiting inside for her to go to bed so he could pounce on her. She clenched her thighs together. Fenly had forced his hands between her legs, had touched her intimately without her consent while his men looked on. They would think they had every right to touch her. She felt her chest tighten from the thought.