Four Hard SWATs (6 page)

The sensual web the men had woven around
Tawni
was impossible to escape. Hell, she didn’t
want
to escape. For the first time in her adult life, everything seemed to click into place. Lying there, letting them have free reign over her body was exactly what she needed. What Dylan had forced her to endure in the name of discipline play was an abomination. She could see that now. Just as a parent disciplines a child to correct bad behavior, so a Dom disciplines his submissive, if not necessarily for the same reasons. But always, there should be love.

Wyatt’s kiss deepened, his tongue swirling around hers in an erotic dance.
Tawni
was completely open to him, her head back, her mouth his for the taking. Grayson showered her legs and feet with kisses and licks, nips and nuzzles. From her big toe nearly to her cunt, the man loved her lower body. And Sebastian—God, Sebastian! He simply ran his hand over her arm over and over, soothing her, comforting her, occasionally finding her jaw or neck with a light kiss.
Tawni
had no idea what Nicholas did, but she suspected he simply watched everything, making sure no one went farther than she was willing to let them. He needn’t have bothered. There was nowhere these four could lead her she wasn’t willing to go.

Wyatt’s hands found their way under her shirt, caressing her sides to just below her bare breasts, but never touching them.
Tawni
forgot every ache and pain she had from the night before. All she felt was pleasure. Anticipation.

“Do you need more,
Tawni
?”

With Wyatt kissing her, she couldn’t really answer. When Wyatt moved away, she grabbed his hair, not allowing him to leave her.

Sebastian chuckled. “I think that’s a solid ‘yes,’ Top.”
Tawni
would have laughed if she hadn’t started to burn so intensely it bordered on pain. Everything inside her seemed to be coiling, readying to spin out of control. She was only waiting for…something.

As Wyatt bared the skin of her torso, moving that ridiculously large T-shirt out of the way, Sebastian took over caressing her skin, moving ever closer to her breasts. Just as Wyatt was moving ever closer to her center.

“So, little
Tawni
,” Nicholas said at her ear. When had he moved so close? “Is this what you want? What you need?”

Wyatt ended his kiss long enough for her to breath out a “yes” on a puff of air before returning to her lips.

“We have some conditions. Do you want to hear them?”

God! Was he really trying to talk to her
now
? Seriously? Like this?

Not waiting for an answer, probably because he didn’t expect one, Niko continued. “You will always tell us what you need. Even if it’s just one of us, you will say something. Whichever one you feel most comfortable going to at that moment. Do you understand?”

Again, Wyatt stopped kissing her long enough for her to breathe, “Yes.” Then he continued to take her mouth, making
Tawni
weak when she would have been so tense she couldn’t stand it. Grayson continued to move up her thigh, nearing her cunt with every lick and nip, but never reaching where she needed him most.

Something cool slid around her throat, heating almost instantly against her fevered skin.
Tawni
wanted to open her eyes, to see what Nicholas had done, but she was too desperate for Wyatt’s kiss, for Grayson and Sebastian’s touch.

“Before I explain what this is, there’s something I need to tell you,” Nicholas said, brushing her temple with a kiss. “I was wrong. I lied to myself and to you when I said I didn’t know what you were capable of. I know. I was just too afraid to take a chance with your life. You were right when you said I’d never have stopped any of the others if they’d gone after the shooter. The truth is I hate the thought of you being hurt, even knowing you’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.” Again, he kissed her. “I’m sorry.”

Tawni
knew she looked at him with a mixture of shock and gratitude. They had torn down her defenses so completely she knew there was no hiding her reactions from them.

“Whenever you wear our collar, however,” Nicholas continued, “you will trust us to see to your needs, your protection. If you’re not agreeable to that, take it off now.”

Taking their cues from Nicholas, the others ceased their torment of her body. Wyatt kissed her nose before sitting back. Grayson winked at her from between her legs, but also pulled back. Sebastian, bless his soul, pulled her closer to him, nuzzling her temple.

Tawni
could barely think, let alone form words. Was he fucking kidding? She raised her hand to her throat where the metal rested comfortably. It felt like a heavy necklace with gems dangling delicately from the chain circling her neck. Still, what Nicholas was asking was a bit much.

“I don’t understand. Surely I can defend myself.”

“You will trust us to see to your needs and your protection,” Nicholas repeated slowly. “Only when you wear our collar. The rest of the time, you’re free to do as you please. You’ll still be part of the team, all badass and everything.” He gave her a slight grin. “But I insist on this. Make your decision.”

Tawni
was suddenly overcome with emotion. Lying there in Sebastian’s arms, Wyatt stroking her hair, Grayson making lazy circles on her ankle with his thumb, and Nicholas looking at her with an intense hunger so fierce it made her ache, there was no way
Tawni
could deny them.

“I understand,” she said, her throat tightening. “Whenever I wear your collar, I put myself completely in your hands.” She swallowed. When the four of them would have continued, she reached for Niko, putting her small hand on his warm chest. “Nicholas? If you let me down, I’ll never recover.” It took every ounce of willpower she had to admit that. Her time with Dylan hadn’t been exactly emotionally fulfilling. She’d trusted him with her body and he’d not only let her down, he’d squashed everything she’d believed about him as a man, and about her own judgment.

“Have I let you down yet? Have I let down any man in my command?”

“Never.”
Tawni’s
reply was without hesitation. She knew Nicholas well enough to know he always kept his promises. If he said he’d keep her safe, then he would.

“Well, I’m not about to start with you.”

“Then take care of me,” she said. “I want this with everything I am. I need it!”

All the men grunted their approval, rewarding her by continuing their sensual assault.
Tawni
let herself go, letting the men have control of her pleasure. Nicholas had said they wouldn’t take her tonight, but she trusted him—
them—
to see she enjoyed herself and left their arms completely satisfied.

*****

Grayson glanced at Wyatt as he lowered his mouth to
Tawni’s
inner thigh. The man really enjoyed kissing. The two of them understood their role in this completely. They were to hold
Tawni
on the very edge of madness until Niko gave the word. Then they’d give her the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. From his look of complete satisfaction and determination, Wyatt understood as well. And savored his duties as much as Grayson did.

He continued to kiss all around
Tawni’s
pretty little cunt, just skimming the edges, savoring when she arched against him, trying to get him to cover her mound with his mouth. But he waited patiently. If Niko wanted her on the edge of sanity, Grayson was glad to help bring her there. Anything that would bind her to them.

Inhaling deeply, Grayson took in the scent of her arousal—a faintly musky smell mingled with a hint of something spicy and uniquely
Tawni
. If he lived to love her until he was a hundred, he’d never get tired of that feminine aroma.

He watched her carefully, looking for clues to what turned her on as he nosed all around her. Finally, he licked just inside her folds, still not touching her clit. The smooth skin felt good on his tongue. Especially when she bucked against him, crying out into Wyatt’s mouth. When she would have threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him more fully against her mound, Wyatt snagged her wrists, bringing them to his own hair. As always, the two men might argue and swing punches like sibling rivals, but they worked well together. They were the assault team. This was the most important assault of their careers, a sensual assault on a woman who feared losing herself in her own passion. Grayson knew he and Wyatt were more than capable of handling this job.

Grayson’s cock throbbed as he watched
Tawni
wind tighter and tighter, her body glistening in a fine coating of sweat. The sight was as erotic as he’d ever seen. She really
felt
. This was no jaded woman, giving them what they wanted.
Tawni
let herself go, the pleasure genuine, her responses nothing but authentic.

Tawni’s
breaths came in little gasps even as she kissed Grayson, pulling his head to hers, taking what she needed. The big man was so gentle with
Tawni
, belying the deadly way he’d protect her. Grayson loved watching her kiss Wyatt. More than he’d realized he would. It just seemed right. All of them, Niko in charge, loving their precious
Tawni
.

“Are you ready,
Tawni
?” Niko was on his knees beside the couch, his face next to
Tawni’s
. Voice barely above a whisper, Niko continued to seduce her. “Can you give me everything?”

“Yes,” she whimpered between kisses. “Everything!” Just like that,
Tawni
surrendered to them all.

With a nod, Niko gave Grayson the go-ahead. With a groan, Gray found her cunt, fastening his mouth over her and sucking, fluttering his tongue over her clit. As if he’d flicked a switch,
Tawni’s
body clenched, shuddering beneath Grayson in a pleasure-filled convulsion.

“Oh, God!” One of
Tawni’s
hands found his head this time, fisting in his hair, moving him where she needed him most. Grayson let her guide him, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head in his own pleasure. He’d needed this so long, the release was almost physical. Just knowing he could do this to her—even with the help of his brothers in arms—was a heady experience.

Gray gripped her thighs, holding her open when her legs clamped around his head. When the first wave of her release began to wane, he lessened his assault on her clit somewhat, but continued to suck and lick her sweet cunt, wanting every drop like a man in the desert craved water.

When
Tawni
finally went limp in their arms, Grayson lifted his head, rising over her to cover her body with his even as she still rested in Sebastian’s lap. Kissing her gently, he whispered to her, “Thank you, sweet,” before levering himself up and adjusting his fly to better accommodate his throbbing, aching cock. A small price to pay for what he’d just experienced.

Wyatt, too, got up, leaving Sebastian with
Tawni
on the couch wrapped tightly in his arms. In a way, Wyatt knew that, no matter how much he wanted the contact with
Tawni
, Sebastian was the one who should soothe her, help her come down from the orgasmic high she’d just experienced. He was the medic, the one who put them all back together. There would be many times Wyatt would be able to hold
Tawni
close, to savor being near her. He just had to follow Nicholas—as always—and trust his leader to see them all through this.

The next week seemed to fly by in a haze of physical training and unfulfilled sexual desire. Even still, Wyatt knew he’d never had a more pleasurable time in his life. They’d had three days off due to
Tawni’s
injury during the raid—thanks to Niko’s interference with the captain—then returned to the training range in full force.

They’d started off light, making sure
Tawni’s
body was ready for the rigorous activity they usually cranked out. When she’d called them all pussies, however, things had stepped up dramatically. Several times, they’d all ended up in a pile of sweating, clinging bodies, but never once had they acted on the desire they all wore like a second skin. Nicholas always pulled them back. He seemed to be waiting for some secret cue from
Tawni
.

As for
Tawni
, Wyatt could tell she was as sexually frustrated as the rest of them were, but she seemed to need time to process all she’d committed herself to. Surprisingly, the others seemed content to wait.

Okay, so maybe “content” wasn’t the correct word. They trusted Nicholas.
Tawni
trusted Nicholas. Wyatt grinned even as he adjusted himself behind his jeans. Frustrating? Sure. But if the little taste the other night was any indication, convincing
Tawni
to run with this—with them—would be worth the wait. And the frustration.

“How do you feel,
Tawni
?” Wyatt ventured at lunch that afternoon. She looked great. A healthy glow seemed to suffuse her skin with each workout. She was so beautiful, Wyatt wanted to pull her beneath him and show her the pleasure he could give her as he dominated her body.

She looked at him, that same need he felt reflected in her eyes. For the first time since the night she’d
orgasmed
so sweetly in their arms, she didn’t try to hold back her needs and feelings.

“Restless,” she answered. “I need something…more.”

Nicholas stopped mid bite, looking at her with intense blue eyes. “What more,
Tawni
?”

“Everything,” she said with a clear strength. So different from the whimpers of a week ago when she’d said the same word. This was a woman who had come to some major decisions in her life. “I need everything.”

“We’re calling it a day,” Nicholas said, standing, capturing
Tawni’s
hand as he did. “Be ready at nine. We’re going out.”

Wyatt knew what that meant. Already he hardened in anticipation. They would take her back the club. Not to indulge in a scene with her or anything so extreme. She needed to face her fears and realize they would always protect her. They would dress her up, parade her around in front of other Dominants, and assert their claim on her in public. After that, they’d come home and finish the night in private.

Wyatt could hardly wait.

*****

Tawni
had always known Dylan could never truly master her. She was a sexual submissive, but refused to relinquish any part of her personal life to another. At least, not to someone like Dylan. The more she evaluated her decision to take him as her Dom, the more she realized she had never surrendered anything to him. She’d used Dylan to beat up on herself at perceived failures. That ended now.

As she dressed for the evening, she fingered the collar on her dresser. It was a thick chain of shining gold with dangling emeralds that brushed the swell of her breasts teasingly. Diamonds were scattered throughout, making the piece glitter under the lights like it was wrapped in stars. It was a truly beautiful collar. One she knew she would cherish.

Nicholas had taken her home for the first time in a week. Funny, it no longer seemed like
her
home. This was the old
Tawni
. She was a new woman inside and out, though she was only now beginning to realize just how different.

In the week she’d spent with Niko and the boys, she’d begun to think of her life as being part of a team. Like SWAT, there were the five of them together, relying on each other with Nicholas in charge. It wasn’t like anyone was bossy or anything--they simply looked to Niko for things like tonight. He said it was time to do this in public, and no one questioned his judgment.

Surprisingly,
Tawni
had responded to all of it. She was her own woman, but she found she liked relying on all the guys sometimes. Not just Nicholas. Understanding that about herself didn’t necessarily mean she was letting someone rule her life, but she did enjoyed just
laying
in front of the TV watching a movie with them while one or more of them stroked her body into a gooey puddle of relaxation. Since that one encounter, however, none of them had tried anything other than stealing a kiss or swatting her ass from time to time as they played.
Played
! How long had it been since she’d felt free enough to actually play?

Tonight, however, wasn’t about play. They would take her to the place she’d hoped never to go again. After that last night with Dylan, she never wanted to see the inside of another BDSM club. Instead, she now found herself clasping a corset to her chest while she called for Niko to lace her up.

“Are you okay?” His voice was gentle, soothing. So different from the commanding tone he normally used, the one that said she better get her ass in gear and her head in the game.

Tawni
would never think of lying to Nicholas now. Never try to hide her feelings from him at all. That only kept him from doing what she needed.

“Yes. I’m just nervous. Maybe even a little scared.”

“If you’re not ready—”

“No!” She looked over her shoulder at him, making eye contact so he knew she was sincere. “I’m ready. I trust you and the others with my life.”

“And your heart?”

Trust Nicholas to cut to the chase.

“I’m getting there,” she answered honestly. “Quicker than I should, but I simply can’t resist you guys.”

That got a chuckle as he tied off her corset. “I’ll leave you to finish getting ready,” he said, giving her a lingering look so filled with heat
Tawni’s
toes curled. Though she understood the reasons for going back to the club, she still wanted to spend the night at home with her cops. There were so many things she wanted to do with the four of them. So damned many things she wanted them to do with her. Even now, she had a surprise for them, but that would come later. If she made it through the first part of the night, that is. She’d just have to rely on the guys, lean on them as much as she needed to, and they would get her through whatever she had difficulty with.

Taking care with her hair, she decided to wear it up. Intricate braids held the long, glossy locks in place, revealing the long line of her neck. With trembling fingers, she reached for the collar Nicholas had given her, fastening it securely around her throat. The sparkling emeralds were a lovely contrast to all the black of her outfit and hair.

In addition to the collar and corset, she wore black leather, form-fitting pants that laced from ankle to waist, and four-inch heels. As she checked her appearance in the mirror, she was amazed at the transformation. It was like she was a whole new woman. She didn’t really look any different, but her whole demeanor had changed. Even
Tawni
could see a quiet confidence in her gaze, in her posture. And her smile was back.

As if picking up on her mood from outside her room, Nicholas opened the door to peer in and froze.
Tawni
met his gaze boldly in the mirror.

Not saying a word, Nicholas approached her, holding her gaze as he did. His big frame easily towered over her even in the heels. With a muffled groan, Nicholas rested his hands on her hips and dropped his face to the coiffeur of curls and braids on top of her head.

“Damn,” he muttered. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

“That’s supposed to be my line.”
Tawni
smiled up at him, any doubts she had melting away in that hot,
possessive
look in Niko’s eyes.

“Yeah, well, that was before I saw that outfit. You look absolutely stunning.”

“Heads will turn,”
Tawni
said with a grin. “Better be on your toes, tough guy.”

“Not to worry. I’ve got three other guys just as possessive of you as I am watching your back. I’m doubting anyone will get close enough to do anything more than covet you.”

Nicholas moved to snag the leather jacket hanging on the door of her closet. As he held it for her,
Tawni
slipped her arms into the lined, supple sleeves before zipping the front to just above where her corset pushed up her breasts. Still showing a good amount of cleavage, she covered most of the package she would gift the men with tonight. Imagining how the others would react had her pussy quivering, leaking in anticipation. Wondering how they’d react to her surprise didn’t help matters, either. Tonight, after all the ceremony of them staking a public claim on her was over, she would have her men in every way she could before they all passed out from exhaustion.