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

body.
    His thumb caressed her lower lip, and she inhaled his scent. Peculiar. He smelled familiar and interesting. Her breathing calmed, and the fear she had moments ago seemed to slowly be minimizing.
    “You feel it. I know you feel it, honey. Inhale my scent and recognize the familiarity of your partner. You felt it at the bar earlier, too.”
    Partner? At the bar? Oh shit, he knows who I am.
    She panicked and tried to push against him to get away from his hold.

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    “Whoa, honey, don’t freak out. Your secret’s safe with us,” Logan added, joining Frankie beside their mate.
    “Your eyes are so beautiful. Did you really think the mask would hide them?” Logan asked as he touched her cheek. He watched her chest rise and fall, and her grip loosened on her robe. His eyes roamed over the gap in the robe, and she clenched it tighter again.
    “What do you want?” she asked, eyeing him and looking concerned.
    “You, Mel. We want you,” Frankie whispered then pressed his lips over hers. He sensed her resistance at first, and then it appeared her body and soul recognized him as one of her mates.
    He took the moment to pull her curvy body against his. He caressed her lower back as he devoured her mouth and minimized her fear. She, in return, became calm in his arms.
    He didn’t want to push too far and knew she needed to adjust to this situation. They knew nothing about her, and she knew nothing about them. In fact, from what he could decipher, she was human.
    Slowly he released her lips and kissed her chin and neck.
    “Thank you, Mel.”
    Her eyes looked glossy and hazed over. Could the mating musk be working so quickly?
    Logan placed his fingers under her chin, tilting her head toward him.
    “Do you feel the connection?” he asked her as he held her gaze.
    She nodded, and his wolf celebrated inside him.
    “Good. So why don’t you get dressed and we’ll talk about this some more?” Logan suggested.
    “I can’t. I have to work.”
    “Fuck work.” Frankie began to protest, but Logan stopped Frankie and shoved Frankie behind him.
    “We’ll wait until your shift is over. We’ll be right outside,” Logan said and gave her a gentle kiss on her cheek despite the fact that his cock pounded against his jeans, demanding release. His wolf kept repeating the words “fuck and claim, fuck and claim.” He felt like a fucking robot.
    She stared at them, looking unsure but not quite ready to bolt, so they walked out and waited for her to come out.

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    Melissa stared at herself in the mirror and touched her swollen lips. Her body was on complete fire, and her pussy wept with need. Those men were lethal, and it appeared they all wanted to have sex with her. Damn, she would have had sex with the first guy against that wall if he pushed a little harder. She shook her head at the thought. Being sexually deprived for the last eight months has obviously made me crazy.
    She began to remove the makeup and change her clothes as she thought about what the first guy said. He asked if she felt that feeling? What was going on with her? She felt a familiarity to them, yet she never met any of the men before tonight. Maybe she should ignore them?
    She thought about their sexy bodies and their amazingly good looks. Shaking her head in the mirror, she couldn’t believe her own train of thought. It had been months since she had sex with one man, now little old, inexperienced her was going to take on five?
    Yeah right? I think shaking your tits and ass in front of strangers has turned your brain to mush. Concentrate on studying and passing the bar, not getting laid and being used. Like being used by one guy hadn’t been hell? How would being used by five be better?

Chapter 5

    The five brothers watched Melissa work. She tried to avoid that end of the bar, but it was inevitable. The brothers caused a fight with Jerry in order to get her to wait on them. She had fifteen minutes until the private party. With a sigh, she