Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - SWAT Team Two and Miss Robin Hood [The Men of Five-0 #2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (17 page)

He kissed her belly then ran his hand across her waist. He squeezed her tight, and she felt his sincerity as he, too, asked her what was wrong.

She wondered if they really cared. Then she wondered why she was getting so caught up in connecting with them. She should just give them what they wanted and what she wanted. Sex. Hot, wild, passionate group sex.

But then she locked gazes with Vince. His warm smile, the look of passion and concern in his brown eyes made her lose perspective. This wasn’t love. They weren’t her boyfriends. They were a group of guys who liked to share one woman together. It had to be some sort of wolf thing. Plus, they wanted answers to questions they had yet to ask but eventually would. If and when they found out about her illegal pastime, their views of her would change.

She attempted to pull her legs up and wrap her arms around herself, but Vince stopped her. He pulled her against his chest and rolled to his back. Her breasts collided with his chest as his hand pressed against her ass cheek. Then she felt Frankie press his body against her side and brush her hair out of her face. They cuddled against her, trying to break her defenses down.

* * * *

“Something happened to her. She just had some sort of bad memory and froze up or something,”
Vince stated through their link.

“Do you think someone forced himself on her?”
Frankie asked, sounding upset that he made her suck his cock. Maybe she didn’t like that or maybe someone made her do it.

“Don’t jump to conclusions, and don’t allow her to manipulate you. We don’t know what Melissa is capable of,”
Logan interrupted.

* * * *

The silence was killing her. She actually missed their voices, their demands, as well as their hands and mouths touching her.

With a shaky breath and her ear and head pressed against Vince’s chest, she spoke her mind.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t.” She paused as Frankie leaned over her, kissed her shoulder then palmed her breast.

“You’re scared, and you don’t quite understand what’s going on between us,” Frankie whispered.

She exhaled, and Vince took that moment to lift her up and make her straddle his hips. She sat up straight and held her palms against his muscular chest. Her breasts bobbed in the air at the sudden jolt, but she remained upright. Suddenly she felt a warm, tingly feeling inside of her. It was that same feeling that seemed to come and go when she was close to these men.

“Do you feel that, Melissa?” Vince asked.

She inhaled then exhaled. “Feel what?” Her response sounded lame to her own ears.

“That warm, tingly feeling that is covering your body. It’s running through your veins and straight to your pussy,” he whispered then thrust up against her ass and cunt. His words, his description were right on the mark. Her pussy dripped, and she closed her eyes.

“It’s the mating musk. It’s our wolves sending out a message to your body and soul, telling you that you belong to us. Feel it, Melissa, and embrace it,” he concluded as he thrust up against her again.

Mel felt herself lose control and a hunger build up inside of her. She lifted her ass and lined Vince’s cock with her entrance.

“Show me how good it feels, Mel. Let me hear you moan and cry for more of our cocks.”

She slowly pressed down, taking Vince’s thick cock deeper into her cunt, but he had different plans as he rammed up and into her. Melissa moaned a soft scream at the sudden invasion. Her body rocked up and down with Vince’s until finally she caught a rhythm and rode him well.

Vince’s brown eyes sparkled then glowed as she rocked her hips and locked gazes with him. Her pussy ached and craved more of him. It wasn’t enough, and suddenly she felt as if she were starving for cock.

At that very moment she felt Frankie move in behind her and wipe his finger from her pussy to her back entrance. He pressed her back down so she was forced against Vince’s chest. Vince pinched her nipple then pulled her against him, covering her mouth in a voracious kiss. It was hot and wild, and just as she caught herself battling for control, Frankie’s hard, long cock pressed through her back entrance and through the tight rings making her scream her release.

They moved in sequence, one after the next. In and out, up and down, the bed creaked and moaned from their fucking fest. Every single part of her tingled and burned. Frankie grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her back against him as he quickly sucked her mouth, released it then sucked her neck, biting the skin. Their hips thrust at the same time, and her breasts bobbed in the air while Vince grabbed at them. It was out of control and so erotic she thought she would die from the pleasure.

With one arm she held Vince against his shoulder and chest, and her other arm reached back to Frankie’s backside as she grabbed his ass. It was sensational.

Frankie increased his speed then shoved deep into her cunt, chanting her name. “Fuck, Melissa!”

He shot his essence into her anus as Vince continued to thrust up into her.

Frankie pulled out of her, making her gasp, but then Vince rolled her to her back, lifted her legs over his shoulders, and thrust into her harder. It was wild and sexy, the way he took control and seemed to need more of her. She panted for air and absorbed every sensation. She knew a situation like this would never happen again.

His balls slapped against her ass as he thrust his cock deep into her cunt at record speed. The sound of the headboard hitting the wall added to the erotic encounter. She caught herself losing focus, but she held on to his head and shoulders, scratching and grabbing what she could.

Vince increased his speed then growled as his hips thrust deeper, penetrating her better and causing her to orgasm. She screamed as the shakes filled her body and dizziness overtook her.

“Mine,” Vince growled as he leaned forward and bit her shoulder just as he exploded inside of her.

Melissa’s last conscious thoughts were of Vince’s tongue licking her shoulder then the sound of growls filling the room.

* * * *

Vince stared at Melissa as she slept in the bed. Frankie and Sunny lay on either side of her.

“I can’t believe I bit her,” he whispered as he twirled one of the chocolate locks around his finger then released it.

“It wasn’t your fault, Vince, and it was going to happen eventually, anyway,” Frankie replied.

“Sometimes the wolf knows better than the man,” Sunny added.

“But we should have marked her together,” Vince added, feeling guilty.

“It doesn’t matter. We all fucked her and loaded her body up with our seed. She’s ours, and that’s the bottom line. Biting her sends a message to other wolves that she is ours,” Logan stated firmly from across the room.

“Let’s get some rest. We have a lot to discuss with our little dancer in the morning,” Sunny replied.

“It is morning,” Jake added sarcastically as he yawned then curled up on the bottom of the bed. He wanted to remain as close as possible to his mate.

* * * *

Melissa awoke to the sound of her cell phone ringing. She heard the mumbled ring and knew it remained in her purse from last night. The men must have brought it inside. She felt the two heavy bodies next to her. Frankie had a hand over her breast, and Sunny had his hand over her pussy. Unbelievable. These men seemed to have voracious appetites when it came to the female body. She slowly began to remove their hands and crawl from the bed. She crawled in between Frankie’s big legs and Jake’s head then off the bed. A quick glance into the corner of the room and she noticed Vince and Logan were present as well. They were all in the same room together all night.

She grabbed her bag and answered the phone just in time.

“Hello,” she whispered.

“Sorry, Mel, I started to get worried when I didn’t hear back from you this morning. Where are you?”

“I’m kind of busy right now.”

“Wait, I took care of everything the way you told me.”

“Good. We’ll talk about it later, not now.”

“But the banker tried to take the money from me, and then he tried to attack me.”

Melissa felt her insides heat up inside.

“That piece of crap! Did he hurt you, Celine?”

“No. Thank god the guard was nearby. He heard the whole conversation and called the manager.”

“Geez, Celine, you were lucky. I wish you would have waited for me.”

“Then what? You would have probably decked the guy and wound up in jail. Not after everything you did last night. You saved our lives, Melissa. My babies would have wound up in foster care somewhere, and I would have wound up in jail or dead. I owe you my life.”

“You know I would never let that happen to you guys.”

“I know, your aunt told me about the foster care when you were a kid and about some of the rough times. You’re the best, Mel. This neighborhood and I owe you so much.”

“Quit it now, Celine. It was nothing. How are my babies?” Mel asked as she pulled a blanket from the bed and cuddled up in a ball on the rug against the bottom of the bed.

“They’re fine, and they miss you. When are you coming home?”

“Soon. Probably later today. Aunt Peggy has that checkup this afternoon. I really need to get going. This isn’t a good time right now.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take her. Besides, you need a little rest. Wherever you are and whoever you’re with, enjoy it for a little bit. You deserve it.”

Melissa was taken aback. “What makes you think I’m with someone?”

“I have kept you on the phone for more than a minute and you haven’t hung up on me yet. Usually you’re on your way to the next responsibility or next job. Oh shit! I forgot to tell you that Jamie Montgomery stopped by to see you. I didn’t know you knew Jamie so well.”

“Who said I did?”

“He kind of hinted at it. He said something about dinner and that he needed to speak to you.”

Melissa swallowed hard. Detective Jamie Montgomery wanted her help, but she wasn’t taking the bait.

“Oh, well, I’ll call him later.”

“See you in a little while, Mel.”

Melissa closed her cell phone and leaned back against the bottom of the bed and the floor.

She had been living in a fantasy. She had forgotten about her responsibilities and had been selfish. She needed to leave. She should be home caring for Aunt Peggy, dealing with Celine’s problems, and focusing on the kids.

But instead, she began to feel the men around her, actually feel them inside her heart and her soul. What did they do to her last night? What type of spell or secret powers did these men have besides the ability to shift? More importantly, what did they want from her?

She slowly rose from the floor and looked around her. All five men lay sleeping. A glance past the bed and she knew that there was a bathroom, perhaps even a shower she could use while they remained sleeping. But then she looked toward the other door and contemplated escape. She wasn’t going to get very far naked.

She tiptoed to the bathroom and closed the door.

* * * *

“What do you think?”
Sunny asked Logan.

“She’s not going to stick around long,”
Logan replied.

“What about Jamie Montgomery going to see her? I don’t like it,”
Frankie added.

“Maybe he’s interested in our little dancer,”
Jake added to the conversation.

“Then we should let him know that she’s ours,”
Vince replied.

“We wait and see. I’m still not certain I believe her story about why she was at the warehouse last night.”
Sunny added
.

“I agree. She needs a more thorough interrogation,”
Frankie replied.

“We’ll work on her and see what we can find out,”
Logan stated, then rose from the chair and walked to the bathroom.

* * * *

Melissa heard the door open to the first small room attached to the shower room. There were double sinks and a small changing area. After opening up a few cabinets she found the towels. Then through another set of doors were a separate shower and a separate bathtub. Both were to die for. She had been tempted to take a bath, but that would have been presumptuous. This whole situation was confusing, and she was completely flying by the seat of her pants. She needed to get out of here. She ignored the sounds and focused on the hot water as it massaged her sore muscles. Some body parts ached from all the stress, and others ached from overuse after being unused for so long. She giggled at the thought. She never thought she would feel sore and content after sex. She was content, yet she craved more of them. Melissa tried to convince herself that it was a natural response to such charismatic and handsome men. Most women would die to be where she had been last night and early this morning. Who knew how many women the crew took home and had their way with daily like this. Any minute they would kick her out. She waited for their words of dismissal. “Time to leave, Melissa. Thanks for the free sex. We’ll call you sometime.” She felt the ache. Did she really think that their passion and their attentiveness during sex meant they wanted a relationship? Foolish her. Then Vince even bit her. What was that all about? Was it their mark to keep track of the women they fucked? What happened to little black books or private files on their BlackBerrys?