The American Soldier Collection 13: Her Lucky Number Thirteen (LoveXtreme)
[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Erotic Ménage Romantic Suspense, M/F/M/M/M/M/M, light spanking, HEA]
Nalia is on the run from the Russian mob. The survival skills her father’s soldier taught her years ago have finally come into play. She’s scared, she’s all alone, and there’s no one to trust — or so she thinks — as an old flame tracks her down to rescue her. The soldier she longed to have years ago is back and with his team. Their job is to protect her with their lives.
Her entire life is turned upside down, and there seems to be no future but one of hiding and living in a world where enemies have no faces. Through out her entire life the number 13 has brought nothing but bad luck and bad memories. That same number comes into play time and time again leading her to a life she is destined to be part of. Meeting Team 13 clarifies her destiny, and nothing else seems to matter but loving them.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
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“What the hell?” Boian said as he looked at his hand. Nalia saw the blood and so did the others.
“Who got hit?” the one man across from her asked. He had very blond hair, and despite being dressed in all black, he looked large and muscular.
“None of us,” the one across from her said as he continued to stare at her.
“Someone was shot?” the man driving asked.
“That would be me,” Nalia whispered.
“What?” The question came from the man driving. He was huge and his forceful tone made her jump.
She felt the hand on her thigh as the one large man in front of her leaned forward.
Boian clutched her chin. “How bad and where?” he asked as the other guy began to feel around.
She grabbed his hands. She felt an instant tingling and she locked gazes with him. “A flesh wound, on my side, I’m fine,” she said to him.
He leaned closer and grabbed her hoodie, unzipped it then pulled up her shirt as he spoke to her. “How the fuck do you know it’s only a flesh wound?” he demanded to know as he lifted her hoodie and tank top up higher. The other guy next to him leaned forward as he pulled something out.
She stared at him very seriously. “It isn’t my first,” she told him. The truck went silent.
“We can stop if we need to but it wouldn’t be smart. We have an hour’s drive to the private airport and the jet,” the man driving said from the front seat.
“I’ll be just fine,” she said to the guy who was so close to her she could see the definition in his cheekbones, the light blond streaks in his hair and his firm lips. The other guy used the light from his phone to shine on her skin.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
The blond across from her cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb along her lower lip. “Are you certain?” he whispered.
She couldn’t believe it. He was so good looking. So sexy and older like Boian. She felt an instant attraction which was completely ludicrous considering the current situation. She nodded her head.
“Here’s the first aid kit. I’ll hold the flashlight,” the other guy said. She locked gazes with him as Boian helped her to lean back.
They were silent and she winced a few times as the guy cleaned up the wound to check it out. His hands felt so warm, so gentle against her skin. He was big. They all were, and a feeling of claustrophobia began to simmer in her gut. The space was confined and the air palpable.
Boian wiped the blood from her swollen lip, and stared at her with a firm expression, and those striking dark blue eyes of his. She couldn’t look at him. Those old feelings, the attraction was instantly back and she knew nothing could come of it. She was a different person now. These last months had changed her. She jerked when the man in front of her cleaning her wound brushed against the underside of her breasts. She locked gazes with him.
“Thank you. Whoever you are,” she whispered.
“I’ll make the introductions,” Boian stated. “This guy right here who’s so good with his hands is Viktor. The one with the flashlight is Dusty. In the front passenger seat is Chatham and the boss, our leader, Cosivan is driving.”
So the commanding one with the deep voice she immediately responded to was their leader. Interesting.
She nodded toward them and could tell even in the dark cab of the SUV that they were very dangerous, important men. She knew instantly that they were Boian’s team members, American soldiers who served together in war, and were Special Forces. These were the men her father hadn’t wanted her to ever meet. Why was Boian here now? Her father changed his mind and she wondered why. She couldn’t feel excited to know that Boian was here. He was just doing his job. She understood that. But she had feelings for him. She had thought about him so much over the last several years. That’s why her father sent him. He knew she wouldn’t have trusted anyone else and she probably would have shot them. A deeper feeling of loneliness struck her core.
Then she felt the fingers under her chin and Boian tracing her lip with his finger. “I was so worried about you.” She felt the tears reach her eyes.
“Why did my father send you, of all people?” she asked and saw his eyes squint at her directness. There was no room for pussyfooting around. She was direct, and she wanted answers. She earned that right by fighting for her life and taking lives of people out to get her.
“Your father knew that my team and I would be the best ones to protect you. He felt that you would trust us, because…because of the fact I trained you years ago,” he said, and she couldn’t help but to think that wasn’t the complete truth. Or maybe she hoped Boian would say that he insisted he be the one to find her because he still cared for her and didn’t care what anyone said. That was some silly girl fantasy and hope. This was reality. Death, violence, and being on the run for her life. She had to be smart and keep in control.
“Raymond said you were going to kill me. That they planted the gun to be found that killed Karlicov and my mom. That the Russian heads would issue an order to kill me. My father said to me to trust no one and to run, so I didn’t use the burner phones. There was no one to trust,” she said and then blinked the next tears away.
She felt the heat against her side and looked down to see Viktor caressing her skin. She locked gazes with him.
“You’re not alone anymore. Your father sent us to watch over you and protect you. That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Viktor said to her.
Her heart felt heavy, and her body ached as the pains, the bruising and the possibility that she was indeed somewhat safe filled her mind. They were five large men. Men she really didn’t know, but was asked to trust. She didn’t think she could ever trust anyone again, and show weakness. She definitely couldn’t show weakness when it came to Boian. She had to be strong. Her past life was behind her and her future was something she needed to look at a day at a time. That thought had her heart aching and her closing her eyes and hiding the emotion these men would surely see. Nalia learned fast that showing weakness gave others power over a person. No one would have power over her ever again. No one.
“Tell me you’re ready to become part of the team. To be mine?” Cosivan asked her very seriously.
“I want you. All of you.”
He gave a very small indication of what had to be a smile for Cosivan before she felt his thick cock nudge at her entrance then pull back, teasing her.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he said to her as he used his thumb to test her pussy. He stroked it over her pussy lips then dipped it into her sopping wet cunt. She grabbed on to his wrist.
“Cosivan, please. I’m ready,” she said to him. He eased down lower and wrapped her tight between his huge muscular arms and held her gaze as he slowly pushed his cock into her virgin pussy.
Inch by inch he eased into her as he kissed her lips, teased the corners of her mouth, and then pressed his tongue deeper as his cock nudged and nudged.
“So fucking tight. Let me in. Let me in,” he demanded and she moaned as he pulled out, making her wonder if he changed his mind as the fear, the anger, the sadness consumed her and then he shoved all the way in, making her lose her breath and cry out.
He held himself within her, letting her body adjust to the thick, foreign muscle nearly touching her womb. She sighed, realizing that she had done it. She finally lost her virginity and allowed a man that close to her.
“Mine,” he whispered possessively against her neck and suckled her hard, making her forget about the pinch of pain and focus on the feel of being surrounded by Cosivan and made love to by her soldiers.
She rocked her hips as he lifted up and thrust back into her. She began to get the gist of it and welcome each thrust of his cock as it eased away this inner itch she had. She ran her fingers through his hair as he suckled her breast and feasted on her body.
She couldn’t stop touching him. She loved the feel of hard, large muscles beneath her fingertips and then being able to run her fingers through his hair he always had so military perfect.
“Cosivan, oh, Cosivan,” she moaned and tilted her head back as his hands manipulated her hips and roamed under her to her ass, spreading her ass cheeks, widening her thighs while he thrust balls deep. He was so big, so wild and practically crushed her and she loved it. Over and over again he stroked into her cunt until she was begging for mercy until another orgasm overtook all other emotions. He lifted up, pulled her legs higher against his sides, and chanted her name.
“Nalia! Nalia, my beautiful sexy Nalia,” he said and then began to set a faster pace. Her breasts rocked and swayed, her pussy felt swollen and overwhelmed as he thrust and thrust and then she felt herself orgasm again as Cosivan came inside of her. He hugged her to him and rolled her to the side. He kissed her everywhere he could and she smiled, enjoying having sex for the very first time yet knowing it wasn’t going to be the last.
He cupped her breast, leaned down, and licked the nipple. She stared at the ridges of all his muscles and the deep crevices of steel along his abs and thighs.
“Together. We need to take you one after the next so we are all your firsts.” He kissed her before she could get her brain to respond. It made sense. But could she let all five men love her one after the next? The wordyes exploded in her mind as Boian took Cosivan’s position, rolling her to her back, spreading her thighs, then kissing her deeply as he pressed the tip of his cock to her very lubricated cunt.