Task Force Three and the Irish Jewel [The Men of Five-O #3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (20 page)

A gentle caress to her lower back then a hand on her hip took her from her own thoughts.

“We’re ready, Ava. Hop in,” Sean directed, and as she walked closer to the passenger side on the second SUV, she noticed Sean holding her laptop. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she swallowed hard, hoping and praying that they weren’t as computer savvy as she.

They ignored her obvious discomfort and piled into both vehicles. Sean and William got into the first vehicle alone while Mick got into the driver’s side of her SUV with Pat in the passenger’s seat, and Kyle joined her in the backseat.

“Get comfortable, Ava, it’s going to be about five hours before we’re at our location,” Kyle whispered as he held her gaze.

He sounded kind of upset with her, and once again she sensed that distant feeling inside.

Perhaps she was just overtired from all the craziness that took place earlier. Their silence continued, and finally she decided to close her eyes and ignore the nagging need she felt to explain her life and admit to her computer-hacking past. But the O’Brian family stubbornness kicked in as she clamped her teeth tight and willed away the feelings.

* * * *

“So what have you got so far, Sean?” Willy asked as he continued driving along the tight turns up the mountainside. He kept checking the rearview mirror, ensuring that Mick and the others were close behind. Not too far behind them was the Fagan pack. Van and his brothers had promised to keep a distance and form an outside perimeter to the safe house.

“I don’t have shit,” Sean responded, sounding frustrated and edgy. His brother was great with computers and had a knack for infiltrating most software systems.

“What do you think?” William asked as they approached the long dirt driveway leading up to a large cabin in the woods.

“There’s something here. I found remnants of websites and encoded data which usually indicates that the person operating the computer was covering their cyber tracks.”

“I guess we’ll be adding some questions to the interrogation.”

Sean was silent a moment, but he was blocking his thoughts from William.

“Yes, I still plan on questioning Ava.”

Sean began to speak as William placed the vehicle in park and looked at Sean with a stern expression.

Sean was wise enough to remain silent.

They exited the vehicle and began to split up to look around the house. Once everything was secured, they allowed Kyle to help Ava exit the vehicle. She glanced around at each of them, and to William she appeared tired and withdrawn.

One by one, they entered the log home, impressed with its openness and modern décor. No one spoke a word but instead worked in sync to unpack the supplies and stock the cabinets with food.

* * * *

Ava wasn’t sure what was happening as she assisted the men with unpacking. They all seemed so distant, and none of them spoke a word to her. It was as if they were having some quiet conversation with one another and left her out of the loop. Was this what life with them would be like because she wasn’t a wolf?

After an hour of the silent treatment, she gave in to her annoyance.

“Which room is my room? I’d like to go lie down,” she stated more firmly than she intended.

All five men looked at her, then Mick, Kyle, Sean, and Pat looked at William.

“You don’t have your own room. You’ll be bunking with all of us. Go to the room down the hall farthest to the right. I’ll be there momentarily,” William stated with arrogance, causing Ava to feel prickly sensations run up and down her spine. What was he so upset over? She was the one whose life was ruined. A thousand thoughts went through her mind, and a thousand more retorts, but she opted for the simplest.

“Whatever!” she stated then turned and hurried out of the kitchen.

All the way down the hallway, her body hummed with awareness. As if she had some sort of innate ability, she knew that William was upset with her but also wanted her. Flashes of his naked body infiltrated her rational thoughts, winning over any possibility of being calm at all. She had made love to the others twice, but not William. He was the commander, their head Alpha, and he had a bone to pick with her, and it was obvious. By the time she reached the bedroom as instructed, and even that didn’t piss her off as being ordered what to do should be, she began to shake with anticipation.

The smell of the cedarwood combined with remnants of burning firewood from the past invaded her chaotic senses. Her eyes zeroed in on the king-size bed and thick, soft-looking hunter-green comforter. Pillows upon pillows crowded in front of and across the tall cherrywood headboard, making her imagine laying her head atop of them and snuggling for hours. Then she noticed the array of women’s clothing sitting on top of the high wardrobe closet. Were they for her, and if so, how did they accomplish that?

She walked closer, examining the sizes and colors of the various sweaters, shirts, and jeans.

“I told you that we would take care of you, Ava.”

Ava gasped and quickly turned toward William, surprised at his sudden presence in the room. Her heart pounded faster as she locked gazes with him. The man stood at about six feet five inches, and although she wasn’t very short at five feet seven inches, the man appeared gigantic to her.

“Thank you,” she offered as her voice cracked. He moved closer, looking her body over, making every inch that his hazel eyes took in begin to tingle and heat up.

Instinctively she took a step back, colliding with the wardrobe closet. He didn’t hesitate but moved swiftly and now stood inches in front of her.

She took a deep breath, absorbing every sensation of dominance and strength that emitted from his body. And what a body William had. He was bulky yet trim with no fat, just pure muscle. She suddenly felt self-conscious. Her hair was probably a mess from sleeping in the SUV. She could use another shower, yet something carnal and animalistic burned in William’s eyes and penetrated her soul. She felt incredibly hungry.

As his fingertips touched her torso where her snug-fitting T-shirt barely covered her belly, she jumped, feeling a tiny shock of sexual stimulation.

“The house is beautiful and this room is stunning,” she whispered, avoiding his gaze and shaking with nervousness as she tried to ignore his masculinity and appeal. The feel of his other hand, warm against her left hip, caused a soft moan to escape her lips. His fingers moved under her T-shirt as his thumb drew tiny circles against her skin.

“Have you seen the shower?” he asked, trailing calloused digits out from under her shirt and against her skin, making her belly feel as if it dropped with disappointment. But then he undid the button to her jeans, and she gasped as she leaned back against the furniture. She shook her head while holding his gaze as he pressed his body against hers.

“I think we should check it out together.”

He began to push her shirt up, caressing her skin along the way. She complied with his nudge, raising her arms up higher so he could remove the material. The look in his eyes darkened as he licked his lips and stared at her breasts. He cupped them fully. “Beautiful,” he whispered before leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth.

She reached for him, feeling the need to touch him. He stopped her hands and swiftly turned her around to face the wardrobe closet. Her breath caught in her throat, and anticipation filled her senses. He massaged up her arms, placing her hands above her to hold on to the top ledge of the dresser. Her heart rate increased, and her pussy swelled with lust.

Large, thick hands caressed her from shoulder to spine. Soft, butterfly kisses cascaded over where his hands and fingertips explored. In a quick snap, he undid her bra and cupped her breasts from behind her.

“So soft and sexy. I love this body, Ava. I can’t wait to get inside of you.”

His words flowed like honey over her skin. Her throat tightened with a gasp, and he surprised her as he pinched her oversensitive nipples while thrusting his hips against her ass.

When his hands left her breasts, she wanted to reprimand him and demand they return, but then he slowly began to push her jeans down her legs, being sure to be gentle as he removed them.

She felt sexy and desirable standing there in only her white thong panties as her bra hung against the bends in her elbows. William caressed her spine all the way down to her hips before cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing. He kneaded the flesh, causing more fluid to leak from her oversensitive pussy. She felt his tongue licked along her lower back then against the thin material between her ass cheeks.

She heard his zipper go down and him shimmy from his pants.

“What about the shower?” she asked in a panic. She felt too much from his touch alone and his dominance of her body. She was about to combust, and she needed time to breathe, to be angry at his attitude.

“Fuck the shower.” He grunted as he wrapped an arm around her midsection, lifted her in the air, and carried her to the bed. He placed her on all fours, spreading her legs just shy of the edge of the bed. She felt the material under her fingers as she clenched the comforter. She was suddenly aware of every scent, sound, and movement around her, taking in the scent of the fabric softener and cedar smell. She wanted him inside her. She was just as hot and turned on as William was, but she was too shy to tell him.

He pressed his tongue to her pussy lips from behind and she moaned while clenching the sheets, trying to hold back from losing complete control.

“Delicious!” he blurted out in between licks and nibbles to her clit, causing her to press back against his mouth.

“You want my cock, Ava, don’t you? So hot and wet for me. This pussy is all mine for the taking.”

Oh fuck!

Ava tightened then held her breath as she felt the thick, bulbous head by her pussy. There was no slow entry this time, and she was grateful as her body became greedy and wanton for his flesh. She felt the need to the depths of her core and with all her soul. She held her breath in anticipation.

As soon as William shoved forward, causing his cock to penetrate through her sensitive vaginal muscles, she screamed another small release. It was an exquisite torture, a feeling of completion she only seemed to sense when one of her men was deep inside of her. In and out, with each stroke he brought her body to a higher level. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. All she knew was that she wanted him hard and fast.

“Harder, Willy, please,” she begged, and he complied, wrapping an arm around her midsection and pulling her up and back against his rock-hard cock. The new position seemed to reach deeper. With each stroke of his cock, along with the feel of his thick, solid thighs encasing her body, she came closer to orgasm. She felt his arm tighten, and she sensed the urgency as he thrust so deeply and hard she lost her breath, barely able to cry out in satisfaction. Instead, moisture lubricated his strokes, her nipples hardened and tingled, and her vision swirled in front of her.

She shoved back against him and he returned the thrust, and it was on. It was a game of who was satisfying whom more. In and out, he continued his strokes, causing her blood to feel as if it were boiling beneath her skin.

“Oh, Willy!” she screamed, and he growled, suddenly thrusting so hard and fast she could hardly take it. She reached under them where their bodies met and cupped his balls, grabbing them hard. He jerked into her deeply, thrusting speedily in a drastic attempt to reach his fill and own her body and soul.

“Ava!” William roared as he bit into her shoulder, causing her to scream and orgasm. She had no idea what the hell just happened, but her body felt as if she floated on air while William continued to thrust then explode inside of her. He let her fall forward to the bed, but her arms shook, unable to bear her weight. She felt his tongue lick against her shoulder and his cock twitch inside of her while his balls remained plastered to her ass.

“I feel weak,” she whispered, and he immediately pulled from her body, pulled her into his arms, and lay beside her on the bed.

* * * *

William was shocked at his possessive behavior. He bit her. He lost control of his emotions and desire for Ava, and he marked her as his mate. She cooed against his chest, snuggled closer, then fell immediately to sleep. What the hell had happened to his plan? He had all intentions of sitting her down and asking her some questions about her life, her family, and how she remained hidden the last two years. The moment she gave him lip then headed out of the room filled with attitude, his wolf demanded to have her. When he saw her standing in the large bedroom looking emotional, he meant to comfort her but continue with his plan. Then he touched her, and that was it. She was irresistible, sexy, and just too damn tempting to not have. The attraction and sex was combustible. As he caressed her hair and listened to her calm breathing, he put off questioning and instead allowed his wolf to relish in its satisfaction of claiming its mate.

Mick slowly opened the door to the bedroom. He and his brothers knew that Willy had marked Ava and that he was projecting protectiveness. They wanted to be sure that their brother was in control of his wolf. None of them had ever experienced anything like this before, and now that their Alpha had initiated the final process of marking their mate during sex, they would need to do the same.

He slowly entered and immediately heard the low, deep growl come from the bed. Ava and Willy were coiled around one another, and Willy’s large hand was plastered across Ava’s ass.

His brother growled again, and when Mick locked gazes with him he felt his own hackles rise.

“How is it going, brother?” Mick cautiously asked, knowing that Willy would need the time to gain control of his wolf. Willy’s eyes glowed a deep yellow, and Mick stood his ground, returning the same expression and showing his wolf in return. Willy growled again, causing Ava to stir in her sleep.

“Willy, are you doing okay?” he calmly asked again, and Mick was beginning to get concerned. If his brother went all Alpha on him and their pack, he could refuse sharing Ava with them and ultimately destroy their pack and kill Ava. She would need to bond with all five of them. It was their fate. He allowed his thoughts to flow freely, and in doing so Willy calmed his wolf and regained his control.