One for Three [Elite Dragons 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

Brooke had never felt such heat. It was like her whole body was on fire. Her womb was heavy with her liquid arousal, and she could feel her juices seeping from her cunt and trickling down to her ass. Corbin removed his mouth from hers and kissed his way across her jaw. He nibbled on her earlobe and then down the side of her neck. She moaned when he licked over her collarbone and down over her skin until he was near the nipple of her other breast. He palmed her mound of flesh and sucked her turgid peak into his mouth. He suckled strongly on her sensitive bud, and she arched her body up into the exquisite sensation.

“Please,” she begged. “I want more.”

“You don’t control what happens in the bedroom, baby. We do,” Coulter panted.

“We’re not in the bedroom,” Brooke replied breathlessly and then cried out as her pussy was slapped. Her cunt clenched and released more of her fluids which coated her ass, and she arched her hips as heat spread through her folds.

Corbin released her nipple with a loud pop. “I think our honey likes getting her pussy spanked, Coult.”

Brooke looked up incredulously to see him grinning at her wickedly.

“You have a smart mouth, baby. You will learn we are in control of your sexy little body. We are the ones who will give you pleasure how and where we want. You will climax only if we say you can. If you don’t like that we want total control of you, you’d better say so now,” Coulter demanded quietly.

Brooke nibbled on her lower lip and then gave a nod of her head. She wanted them to touch her. She wanted to give over control to these three handsome, dominant men, but didn’t want to make a fool of herself by coming across as too needy.

“Here are the rules, baby. You are ours to make love with. You will do what we want without question, and in exchange, we will make you feel amazing. Is that understood?” Coulter asked.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Trace added. “You want us to stop and we’ll stop.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, baby,” Corbin pitched in with a wink. “We’ll take very good care of you.”

Brooke shivered with desire. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was by Coulter’s dominant, aggressive personality. But she remembered what it was like to be powerless, and she needed their assurance. “So that’s in the bedroom—or whatever other room we end up in,” she said. “What about the rest of the time?”

“It’s not very different,” Coulter said without hesitation. “You do as we say at all times. We have rules in place to keep you safe and well.”

Brooke knew she wouldn’t always obey these men and she would fight them if she thought they were being unreasonable. She also knew that they would keep her safe. They had earned her trust many times over already.

Most of all, she knew she wanted them more than her next breath.

“Yes, when I think you’re right, I’ll agree. But, if I think you are wrong I will give you my opinion,” she answered breathlessly.

“Okay, that sounds reasonable,” he replied.

“Good girl,” Trace whispered. He licked her nipple and bit down on her hard nub. She cried out at the erotic nip of pain and then whimpered when Coulter lowered his head to her pussy once more. He flicked his tongue over her clit again and again. She could feel her internal muscles shuddering, and her cream leaked out in copious amounts. Her cunt clenched, and she could feel tension beginning in the depth of her womb. She had never felt such exquisite rapture. It felt like she was building up to something so monumental, she was scared she would shatter. She sobbed with frustration when Coulter pulled his mouth away.

“Easy, baby, I’ll give you what you need. Just relax, Brooke,” Coulter said in a deep, smoky voice.

Brooke groaned when she felt one of his fingers rimming her pussy hole. She thrust her hips up, trying to get more of his touch, but Corbin and Trace each placed a hand at her hips and held her down. She sobbed with relief when Coulter finally began to penetrate her with the tip of his finger.

“Fuck. She’s so wet, hot, and tight. I can just imagine what she’ll feel like gripping my cock.” Coulter groaned.

Brooke couldn’t believe how his dirty talk only seemed to enhance her arousal. She had perspiration on her skin, and her breath rasped out of her mouth in rapid bursts. She whimpered as his finger penetrated her slowly. Coulter was using a slow thrust-and-retreat motion until finally his large finger was in her as far as it could go. He began to pump his digit in and out of her pussy, slowly increasing the pace with every pass. She cried out when he bent his head back down to her cunt and began to lap on her clit. She tried to rock her hips with his rhythm, but Corbin and Trace held her firmly, all the while sucking at her breasts and nipples. The tension inside her began to increase again, and then she groaned when Coulter found a spot deep inside her she hadn’t known existed.

Brooke mewled as he caressed that spot over and over again. She could feel the tempest raging and knew she was on the verge of something big. She tried to reach up and clutch at Corbin and Trace, but they still had her arms and hands pinned at her sides. She opened her eyes and looked around wildly as the storm neared its peak.

Trace lifted his head from her breast and whispered into her ear. “Let go, darlin’. We won’t let anything happen to you. We’ll catch you, Brooke. Ride it out. Come for us, Brooke.”

Brooke screamed as her pelvic-floor muscles gathered into themselves and Trace thrust his tongue into her ear. She shattered. Her body shook and shuddered, and her cunt clenched and released, the rapid contractions forcing out more of her juices. She was vaguely aware of Coulter making growling sounds as he lapped up her cream and continued to fuck her with his finger. When the last ripple of bliss finally died away, Brooke dropped her head against the back of the sofa and sighed with contented satiation. She shivered one last time when Coulter gave her a final lick, and she sat there on the sofa in a boneless heap.

“You are so fucking sexy, baby. I can’t wait to get my cock into that pretty little cunt,” he said in deep, rumbling voice.

Brooke opened her eyes to look at him and could see his lips and chin glistening with her juices. The sexy bastard wiped his chin with his fingers and sucked them clean.

“Delicious. You taste like a mixture of honey and salt. Come on, baby. Let’s get you dressed. The police will have arrived by now to take your statement,” Coulter informed her and helped her to her feet. He held her steady while Corbin and Trace dressed her. She glanced at their crotches and felt her just-satisfied body tingle with arousal. From what she could see, the men were huge. She averted her face and looked at the floor.

“Look at me, Brooke,” Trace demanded intently, and she complied. “We will never hurt you, darlin’.”

Brooke nodded but didn’t look away. She knew they wouldn’t hurt her. Not physically at least. She wasn’t so sure about her emotional welfare.

“Let’s go to the kitchen, honey. The police will be waiting,” Corbin stated.

The police
. She followed him from the office, clutching his hand. The sensations she had just felt were already making her head spin, and her turmoil increased when she realized she would have to remember what she had been through. She didn’t want to do it, but she would. She wanted whoever had kidnapped her to be put into prison so they couldn’t hurt anyone else.

She wasn’t doing it alone, either. From the way they stayed close to her, the Thornell brothers made it clear that they intended to stick by her while she gave her statement. Brooke was grateful. With these men behind her, she felt like she could get through anything. Brooke took in the two detectives sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping coffee and talking to Martha. Martha turned toward her, smiled, and got more mugs from the cupboard. “Why don’t y’all go take a seat at the table? I’ll bring the coffee over.”

Brooke let Corbin seat her, and then he took the chair next to her. Trace sat on her other side, and Coulter sat at the head of the table. The two detectives followed and sat across from her.

“Thanks for seeing us, Ms. Marsh. I am Detective Joe White and this is Detective Nelson Richards. Can you please tell us what happened to you?”

Brooke explained to the two detectives the events of her abduction and the eight days she had spent in the dungeon-like basement. Once done, she was shaking and felt cold to the marrow. Trace plucked her off her chair and pulled her onto his lap. She leaned back against him as the heat from his body began to seep into her and warm her.

“Do you know why you were kidnapped, Ms. Marsh?” Detective Richards asked.

Brooke shook her head and lowered her eyes to the table.

“You didn’t tell her?” Detective White queried.

“No. We didn’t want to upset her. Brooke was suffering from hypothermia and got sick. She’s only just recovered from her illness,” Coulter explained.

“Tell me,” Brooke commanded in a whisper.

“Honey, I don’t think…” Corbin began.

“I need to know.”

“They wanted you for your organs, baby,” Coulter explained.

“What? What do you mean?” she asked in a shaky voice.

“They were going to cut you open and sell your organs on the black market. We don’t know who the ringleaders are, but we are working to find out. These bastards are targeting women because they are easier to take off the streets. They kidnap women and cut their bodies up and sell off their organs to wealthy men overseas. We have already handed over the two fuckers who took you and the other women, but we know they aren’t the only ones working for whoever has set this operation up. We know we’ve only touched the tip of the iceberg,” Coulter explained.

“They were going to kill us?”

“Don’t be scared, darlin’. We won’t let anything happen to you,” Trace stated vehemently.

“Oh my God. I can’t believe…Shit. You have to stop them,” Brooke stated and began to cry. How could anyone do such a thing? The thought of so many innocent women being kidnapped and murdered for body parts was sickening. She burrowed into Trace’s chest and hid her face as she sobbed. She couldn’t fathom why anyone would do such a horrific, violent deed. She prayed for all the women who had died for those sick bastards. Her tears finally slowed, and she became aware of the silence in the room. She snuggled into Trace’s neck and sighed when his arms tightened around her.

“Are you all right now, darlin’?” Trace whispered in her ear.

“Look at me, Brooke,” Coulter commanded quietly.

Brooke looked up and knew what he would see. Her eyes would be bloodshot, red, and puffy. He looked at her with such concern she lowered her eyes to the table.

“They won’t get you again, baby. We’ll make sure of that,” Coulter avowed.

“We’re sorry we upset you, Ms. Marsh. That wasn’t our intention. I just thought it would be better if you knew the reason for your abduction,” Detective White stated.

“I’m okay, and you were right. I needed to know why they took me and the others.”

“Well, we have to get back. Thanks for giving your statement, Ms. Marsh. I know how hard that was for you,” Detective Richards said.

Brooke watched the two detectives leave, and Corbin and Coulter followed them out.

“Are you sure you’re okay, darlin’?” Trace asked.

“Yes. I’m fine,” Brooke replied with a sigh. She lowered her head onto his chest and breathed in his scent. He smelled so clean and masculine, and she could just make out a hint of pine. She wondered if the fragrance was from his soap or cologne. She could spend the rest of her life in the arms of the three Thornell brothers. She just prayed they didn’t send her away. She was quite content where she was.

* * * *

Brooke spent the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen helping Martha prepare the evening meal. Wolf showed up in the middle of the afternoon, and she let him drag her away long enough to give her a quick exam. He seemed pleased with the sound of her lungs and declared that she was pneumonia-free. Brooke returned to the kitchen feeling heartened by the news.

The last effects of her ordeal were leaving her body, but her mind was having a harder time letting go. She found herself staring off into space regularly and thinking about what could have happened to her and the other women if the men from the Elite Dragons Special Forces team hadn’t come in to rescue them.

She was so proud of the three men and a little in awe of the job they did working for the government, keeping their country and innocents safe from harm. If it hadn’t been for them, she and the three other women could very well have been dead by now. She shuddered with remembered fear and revulsion and lack of understanding at how other humans could treat each other as less than an animal.

Coulter, Trace, and Corbin were so big, strong, confident, and dominant that she had never felt safer in her life. She had never felt drawn to a man like she was to the Thornell brothers. She felt so connected with them and hoped that their relationship would develop into so much more than just physical attraction. She wanted to be near them as much as possible. She wasn’t a clingy person and knew she could survive without them if she had to, but this deep-seated yearning to have them by her side wouldn’t let up. She wondered what they felt for her and wanted to ask, but she wasn’t confident enough to voice her question. She knew it was too soon in their relationship to ask what their intentions toward her were.