Task Force Three and the Irish Jewel [The Men of Five-O #3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (27 page)

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The men began to dress once they covered Ava with the blankets. She fluttered her eyes open and saw their smiles. She smiled back then found herself thinking of William.

“Where’s William?” she asked.

“He’ll be in as soon as he can. He’s making some calls and making sure you’re safe, Ava. He won’t come in here to be with you until he ensures that all of us are out of danger for now,” Sean stated then smiled.

“Okay,” she whispered then closed her eyes.

* * * *

“So those three men are definitely helping Fenly and are after Ava?” William asked Samantha as he spoke to her over the satellite phone.

“Yes. Perkins is believed to be the one who took Brennan. He’s still alive in Ireland, not far from Ava’s home,” Samantha stated.

“I guess heading to Ireland is our only choice. We’ll have to take out Perkins and find out what’s in it for him.”

“Perkins has wanted to be King of the Secret Order for years. Whoever the King is obviously doesn’t trust him. Yet the King has not revealed himself. Your best bet is to locate Brennan. He will have many answers,” Samantha stated, and William released an uneasy breath.

“Any idea where Fenly is now?” William asked.

“Not a clue. But as soon as he finds out you’ve headed to Ireland he will be there in a snap. Be careful, William, and keep Ava close by.”

“Definitely,” William replied then hung up the phone.

William sat a bit, trying to make a strategic plan as they arrived in County Clare. Fagan would use their connections and contact Fennigan Pack while they hid out someplace safe.

They were safe for now, but his wolf was still on edge after the attack in the woods. He needed to feel his mate beside him as much as he needed to be inside of her.

Quietly, he entered the small bedroom to find his mate sound asleep.

She looked lovely and more beautiful than anything he could ever remember being awestruck by. She was his mate, his woman, and his life now. Her safety and well-being meant everything to him and his brothers.

He undressed quickly, pulled the covers down, and cuddled next to her, drawing her body against his chest.

“William?” she whispered softly, her warm breath tickling the tiny hairs on his chest and sending waves of contentedness through him. He was amazed at how good it felt just to hold her in his arms.

“Yes, baby, go back to sleep. We won’t land until morning.”

Ava crawled up his body, rubbing her thigh along his inner thigh as she began to kiss his pectoral muscles.

“Ahhh, Ava, that feels nice.”

“I can’t go to sleep. Not until I have you, Willy,” she whispered then rocked her pussy against his hip, coating it with her cream.

He chuckled.

“Come up here,” he told her but lifted her as if she were light as a feather to straddle his waist.

She sat atop him and held his gaze as she held her hands against his shoulders.

The sight of her lovely breasts, plump and perky, aroused by his stare, fed his desire to be inside of her.

He locked gazes with her emerald-green eyes and held them as he reached up to brush a stray hair from her face. He kept his palm against her cheek and their eyes locked as she thrust her hip over him.

“Hungry, mate?” he asked.

She licked her lips then turned her face to lick the palm of his hand.

“Hungry for you, Alpha,” she replied then blushed.

He chuckled. She was feeling aroused and excited about sex with her mates, yet she was so innocent and pure of heart.

“Then come have me,” he offered, thrusting upward. His cock felt hard as steel, and his heart pounded in his chest. He loved her.
Holy shit, I love her.

Ava lifted up then took his cock between her hands and pressed slowly down upon the shaft. Each inch absorbed into her wet pussy had him closing his eyes and clenching tight. She felt so tight and warm. He could get lost inside of her.

“Are you okay, Willy?” she whispered as she closed her eyes and began to slowly move back and forth then up and down upon his shaft.

“Now I am,” he replied then allowed her to ride him for a short while.

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Ava felt her heart soar and her mind think such possessive thoughts. She was in love with all of the Declan brothers. She was in love with Willy.

She tilted her pelvis, bounced herself up and down, trying to assuage the need building up inside of her. Releasing insecure reservations, she allowed herself to show him how she felt and how wonderful he made her feel. She felt her pussy clench and tighten and her inner core latch on to his shaft, milking it for all he had to give. The deep penetration and emotions combined made her feel as if she were about to explode when Willy stopped her.

He abruptly grabbed her hips and rolled her to her back then took lead in their lovemaking.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, catching his eyes, their glow, and an intensity she was sure only a wolf lover could administer in response to her retort. She felt her gut clench in response, and along with it came an understanding of her position as lover and mate to an Alpha wolf.

He barely smirked, but in such a cat-that-caught-the-canary way that her belly filled with butterflies and her pussy throbbed.

He lowered himself, adjusting his hips as he slowly pressed his cock between her needy folds, eliciting a moan of pleasure. He froze in place, and the feel of his thick, hard cock filling her to her womb made her lose her breath.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she told him. He slowed down his pace, making it nearly unbearable to take.

“Please, Willy, more, I need more,” she panted as he slowly yet deeply ground his hips against her pelvis. He felt so good, so large and muscular. She caressed his triceps and biceps, and she reached around his thick, muscular waist and pinched his ass, trying to get him to move faster and satisfy the itch that was building up inside of her.

“Please, Willy, I need more,” she begged repeatedly. He pressed her body deeper into the mattress and covered her mouth in a voracious kiss. She could hardly handle the emotions, the sensitivity to his control as it overtook all her senses.

Her nipples felt unbearably hard even though they were pressed against his chiseled chest. His hip bones collided with her own. She was lost under his much larger frame, lost in his scent, his manliness, and his control of her body. She wanted to resist his control, to show him she could give as well as she was getting. It was her own defiant independence, but it was a sexual turn-on to resist him only for him to conquer her desires.

It became a battle of who could get more of the other. Who could manipulate more sounds of satisfaction and erotic purrs of pleasure.

He released her lips and sucked and nibbled along her neck until he reached her hardened nipple and nipped her tender flesh.

She squealed then smacked his arm as he growled at her then nipped and tugged at the other nipple.

“Willy!” she exclaimed, and he thrust deeper, lifting her thighs higher against his waist, cupping her ass cheeks, penetrating her fully. He knocked her breath away as his cock somehow enlarged, poking her womb. Feeling as if she were about to explode, she tightened her core, zeroed in on her pussy and the power it held to make him give in to the mutual sensation.

“Ava!” he roared.

“Oh God, Willy, that feels so good.” She held his gaze, and his eyes glowed magically.

“You do this to me. You make me feel alive,” he whispered then nibbled her bottom lip, his warm breath tickling her sensitive skin.

“I’m going to come, sweet Ava. I’m going to lose myself inside of you,” he told her as if in warning of some foreseen tragedy.

“Would that be so bad, Willy?” she asked him, nearly breathless from each intense stroke and the even more intense unsaid emotions between them.

“No, not bad, amazing,” he stated then began to thrust faster, harder as he tilted his hips in a deep motion that scratched inside her vaginal walls where the aching began and eased now from his strokes.

“Oh!” she moaned as she felt wave upon wave of pleasure erupt to the surface.

“Mine,” Willy growled as Ava latched on to him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she orgasmed and he exploded inside of her.

“I love you,” she whispered, out of breath, and she felt Willy squeeze her tighter, but he didn’t respond verbally.

“Ireland? They’re headed back to Ireland, are you sure?” Fenly asked as he surveyed the damage in the woods with some of his men.

“Yes, Fenly. They took a flight out a few hours ago,” Duggy Doolin stated.

“What the hell is she thinking, that she can just show up at the castle with a pack of weres and take over?”

“Perhaps. Or she knows where the Jewel is and is headed to retrieve it before you can make her give up its location to you.”

“Could be, but her rash decision and those Declan wolves’ greed will be their demise. I’ll make my arrangements to head back home to Ireland. I will need to leave you in charge of a few things here,” Fenly stated as he began to walk out of the woods and signal his men.

“Like what, Fenly?” Duggy asked.

“Part of my takeover requires administering a bit of pressure on certain packs associated with the Circle. The Valdamar, Lord Crespin, and his granddaughter must be eliminated. See to it that the Valdamar packs staying on the property in Texas are notified that they are being removed from power. Tell them a new wolf is leader. Tell them that I have possession of the Jewel of Ireland.”

Doolin gasped in shock, and Fenly hung up the phone. Fenly got into his SUV and ordered Pete and Miller to make arrangements for an immediate flight back home to County Clare.

“My woman is headed home and the Jewel will soon be mine.”

* * * *

Ava showered, dressed, and exited the plane feeling overjoyed and sensationally sore. Her men watched her knowingly as well as Fagan pack, but she didn’t care. She was in love with five men, and she was back in Ireland.

The moment they began to travel down the country roads, she absorbed the scenery, recalling just how beautiful County Clare, Ireland, truly was. As their friend Samantha had arranged, a man from Fennigan pack accompanied them.

“This is breathtaking, Ava. I can see why you and your pack ancestors treasure it so much. Look at all the land and water. This would be a wolf’s paradise,” Pat stated as he held her hand and squeezed it as the others made numerous comments. It struck Ava suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, the reality of her ancestors’ true identity. Just because she was unable to shift into wolf form and had been raised knowing only of her human family and only recently learned to understand the existence of people who could turn into wolves, Pat’s statement hit home. She swallowed the lump of emotion and held herself together as she thought about all the woodland natural reserve had to offer to such a special species of both creature and man. She realized that she would be seeing Ireland through different eyes then the ones she had left with. Her wolves would need to explain and expand on the wolf culture so she would not feel at such a loss.

“Ava, are you okay?” Kyle asked as he looked at her from across the seat. She smiled then looked back out the window, deep in thought as she spoke.

“It’s amazing how I was forced to leave here, my home, only having some memories to take along with me and an understanding of who I was or who I thought I was supposed to be. However, now I see my land, my family’s home through the eyes of a mate to wolves,” she whispered, and the tear rolled down her cheek.

Pat leaned against her, tilting her chin toward him so she could look into his eyes. “I love you, sweet Ava, with all my heart. We will stand beside you and we will protect you as we get back what is yours.”

Ava tilted her cheek against his hand and softly kissed the skin.

They were silent a few moments as they continued toward their destination. By the looks of the direction they were headed, Ava knew they were driving farther away from the direction she so desperately wanted to head.

“This may work well for you. The terrain, I mean,” Ava stated toward the others, and they were holding her gaze. She looked out toward the land again.

“Is it like this surrounding your home, Ava?” Mick asked as William peeked from the rearview mirror, appearing stern and serious. She turned away and began to tell them about her homeland.

It was over a thousand acres, owned by her family for generations.

“I guess I never really noticed any particular wild wolves, although I heard howling in the distance, but so far away from the castle I thought I was imagining it,” Ava stated.

“You wouldn’t have noticed if there were any. Look how easily we mix into society,” Kyle stated very truthfully and with such pride it actually made her feel inferior for a moment as she lowered her head.

“Ease up, bro, this is a lot to take in as is,” Sean added, and Ava smiled at him then looked out the window again.

“Our castle was built by an O’Brian back in the seventeenth century and looks over the only lake on the land. It’s absolutely stunning. I loved to paint by that lake. It was so peaceful. I was there when I sensed something was wrong inside of the castle. I walked up the hill and heard a commotion going on,” Ava began to explain as she fidgeted with her hands. She wanted to explain to them. She wanted to tell them what happened that dreadful evening as the sun began to set and her entire existence changed.

“I heard Fenly.” She stopped a moment as she cleared her throat, still unable to say his name without feeling pain and anger.

“My father and Fenly were arguing. He was being so disrespectful, and I heard my name and then my father yell ‘no’ firmly just as I entered the living room.” The tears stung her eyes as she wiped them with the back of her hand.

She looked up to find all the men except for Willy, as he drove, staring at her.

“You don’t have to,” Pat whispered as he covered her knee with his hand and squeezed gently. He was sweet to offer her support, but she needed to tell them and to make them understand why she had her reservations about wolves. And she wanted them to know that she could not fight then but was more prepared to fight now.