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A Valentine Destiny (MFM)

Holidays in Destiny 1

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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, voyeurism, flogging, paddling, erotic electrostimulation, sex toys, HEA]

Grace Summers is Destiny, Colorado’s newest resident. She’s come for the position as counselor at the Stone Boys Ranch. When Grace learns about the unique lifestyles of the citizens of the town, she responds on a very deep level. She’s trained as a submissive, but the two men she’s most attracted to don’t seem interested in her.

For nine months, Brock and Cooper, two resident Doms at the local BDSM club, have had their eyes on Grace. Even though Brock wants her, his dark past has kept him from pursuing her. Cooper feels guilty for what happened to Brock in Afghanistan. He believes that Grace is the perfect woman for them to share, but he can’t convince Brock they should ask her out.

With love in the Colorado air and with Valentine’s night approaching, doubts are finally cast aside. Brock and Cooper show Grace how much they’ve wanted her and she surrenders to the Doms of her dreams.

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Chloe Lang is a Siren-exclusive author.

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Inside her office, Grace Summers finished writing in her notepad. It was Monday, normally a day off for her, but she’d made an exception today. The session with thirteen-year-old Michael Rollins was just like the first one—very little progress. The kid didn’t trust her and was completely closed.

Michael had arrived with six-year-old Joey Blake less than a week ago. They were the most recent orphans to be taken in by the Boys Ranch. Though Michael had come from New York and Joey from Louisiana, they seemed joined at the hip despite their differences in age. Not uncommon, since they were both new.

“Michael, it’s clear that you aren’t happy here.” Grace handed him a notepad. “Next time we meet I want you to bring me a list of everything that bugs you about the ranch.”

“That’ll be really easy.” The troubled teen glared at her.

His black hoodie and torn jeans were very familiar to Grace and everyone else at the ranch. They were the clothes he was wearing the day he’d stepped out of the van and onto the property. They were the only clothes he ever wore. He refused to wear anything else, despite having been given several outfits that all the kids received their first day. She had no doubt that some of the reason for his clothing choice was rebellion. But there was another reason. The hoodie and jeans, though threadbare, were familiar to him and likely gave him a sense of control.

 Many would look at Michael and see a punk, but she saw something else in him. Something worth fighting for.

“I look forward to talking with you again tomorrow.” She stood and walked to her office door.

“Like I have a choice.” He jumped up and folded his arms. “You’re the shrink in this place.”

“Not a psychiatrist, Michael. I’m a psychologist.”

“Whatever. Same thing.”

She knew he was trying to provoke her. “In some ways, yes, but there are differences. Michael, if you don’t feel like talking tomorrow, perhaps you would just rather listen.”

“Maybe I won’t come at all.” He folded his arms and narrowed his eyes. “Then you can have me kicked out. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“You’re not going to get rid of us that easy, Michael.” Reading his file had broken her heart. He’d been in the system for years and had been kicked out of two other orphanages and five foster homes before coming to the Boys Ranch. It was clear to her that he never felt like anyone ever cared for him. That had been the reason for his misbehaving and lashing out. He just wanted someone to give a damn about him. That’s all. In many ways, his story reminded Grace of her own life. “You know, Michael, that the only boys who get to go on the campout tomorrow need to have completed three sessions with me. You and I have only had two so far. If you promise to see me again I could make an exception.”

“Fine. I’ll think about it, but it’s still dumb. Who wants to go on a stupid campout anyway?”

Grace fought the urge to grin, realizing that he wanted to go, despite his words. “I know you’re from the city. Are you afraid of snakes?”

“I’m not afraid of anything,” he shot back. “Besides, I know what to do if I see a snake. They’re no big deal if you’re smart.”

“That’s good, because little Joey is very afraid of them.”

“He’s also afraid of ghosts.”

Michael had a tough shell, no doubt about it, but she’d seen him put his arm protectively around Joey the day they had arrived. Michael was a good kid who just needed someone to care about him. “He needs a mentor like you to help him.”

Michael puffed out his chest and smiled. “Sure. I’ll toughen him up like me.”

Watching Michael walk to the dorm, she smiled, happy to have gained a little ground with him. She loved her job, loved being at the Boys Ranch, and loved living in Destiny.

Just nine months and she felt more at home than any place else she’d ever lived. But Destiny, Colorado wasn’t like most towns. The common practice of polygamy wouldn’t have been tolerated other places. During her very first interview for the job, Amber Stone, the founder of the Boys Ranch, had made it quite clear how open-minded the people of Destiny were. When Grace had met Amber’s three husbands, she realized just how open-minded that meant.

And meeting all the lovely people of Destiny had proven to her that love came in a variety of ways. She’d even begun imagining what it might be like if she ended up in such a relationship, especially with two particular sexy Doms she’d met at the BDSM club.

As she walked to the little house the Stones had built for her on the ranch, Grace thought about how much Michael’s life was going to change here. Her own life certainly had since her own arrival. His would, too. He just needed more time. Her biggest change had come as a result of Amber taking her to the club, Phase Four. What a night that had been. Grace had been shocked as well as intrigued by everything she’d witnessed. Doms and subs had demonstrated all kinds of BDSM play.

She’d gone back to the club, week after week. Phase Four had opened up a whole new world to her. And yet the two Doms whose attention she wanted to catch hadn’t shown any interest in her. Brock Grayson and Cooper Ross, the two sexiest men she’d ever seen.

They were part of Shannon’s Elite, a CIA Special Ops group headquartered in town. They were also club Doms who enforced the rules, held classes about the lifestyle, and trained new members. Except me.Why?

The Doms who had trained her had taught her so much. She appreciated them, but that was as far as it went. They were nice guys but the chemistry wasn’t there for her.

At her front door, she fished out her keys from her purse. Tonight was club night, and she couldn’t wait to go and show off her new outfit. She hoped that the short leather mini and red top with the plunging neckline might catch Brock and—.

“How did it go with Michael?” Brock Grayson’s voice startled her.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

His hunger roared. He wanted her. Wanted all of her. Wanted to hear her moans of pleasure. To see her trembling with delight. To taste her delicious nectar. To inhale her sweet scents. To feel her writhing under him, lost to the orgasm he would give her.

Something so very primal rose up inside him. The chains were gone. The beast was unleashed. He began kissing her neck and moving his hands over her body.

“Damn these buttons.” Her voice was heavy-laden with passion.

He looked at her face, which was flushed. Her lips trembled.

“Let me help.” He ripped off his shirt, and buttons flew everywhere. He reached for her blouse, and they wildly undressed each other.

She seemed as starved for him as he was for her.

He guided her to stretch out on the sofa and covered her naked body with his own. “God, you feel so soft, Grace.” His cock had never felt so hard, his balls so heavy.

Ablaze with unrestrained fervor, he bit down on her taut nipples. She scraped her fingernails on his back, which only fueled him more. They were unchecked and spontaneous. He swallowed her breasts and she moaned, wrapping her arms and legs around his body.

Her scent filled the room. Orange blossoms and sex.

The dam had broken. There was no holding back. It wasn’t possible. Too long they had waited for this moment that they both craved.

“Please, Brock. I need you. I need you inside me.” Her breathy request severed the last remaining thread of his self-control.

 He thrust his cock into her sweet, tight pussy.

“Yes. Yes. God. Yes.” Her uncontrollable writhing under him inflamed him beyond reason.

“You feel so good, baby. That’s it. Tighten down on my cock with your pussy as hard as you can.” He slammed into her, again and again, going deeper with each stroke.

She raised hips higher, clearly trying to take more of him. “Oh…I’m…coming…Brock. Yes. Feels so good.”

Rampant with need, he closed his eyes. His entire body tightened and he plunged into her pussy one more time.

Coming in her was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. There wasn’t anything inside him that wasn’t present and alive, awake and on fire.

He held her tight for a time, as their breathing quieted and their bodies calmed.

When he opened his eyes, he found the most beautiful woman in the world gazing back at him. “I love you, Grace, more than I thought I could love anyone.”

She leaned up into him and brushed her lips against his chest. “I love you, my hero.”

 

* * * *

 

Grace held on tight to Brock, kissing his neck. “I’ve never let loose like that before. That was wild.”

“Yes, it was, baby. We were out of control. Both of us.”

“It was amazing and unforgettable.”

He smiled. “We’ve wanted each other for so long. And now I have you. I’m never letting you go, Grace. This is forever.”

“Yes. Forever.”

He lifted her off the sofa and into his arms. “We’re going to finish this in the bedroom, baby.” He brushed his lips tenderly over hers as he carried her to the bed.

Slowly, he lowered her down to the mattress, deepening the kiss. He grabbed her hands, gently pulling them over her head so she could not move them.

He ravished her mouth and then released one of her hands.

“Touch me,” he commanded in a tone everything inside her instantly responded to.

He was in now in control. She loved the Dom inside him.

She ran her hand down his body, feeling every muscle, until she touched the tip of his dick. Hoping to spur him on, she whispered as innocently as she could, “Like this, Sir?”

“You know what I want, sub.” His eyes narrowed and he clamped down on one of her nipples with his teeth. “Give me what I want. Touch me the right way. Wrap your delicate fingers around my hard cock. Now.”

She trembled with delight, enjoying every dominating word from him. “Yes, Sir.”

His dick was so thick she couldn’t bring her fingers together. She wanted to know how long he was, so she stretched out her hand, trying to measure him. But his cock was longer than her fingers.

He laughed. “I’ll save you the trouble, sweet sub. I’m ten inches.”

“Oh my God,” she blurted out. “No wonder you were so good.”

He released her other hand. “Cup my balls, baby. Explore me with your hands.”

Keeping hold of his shaft, she brought her other hand down. Gently, she squeezed his balls.

He shifted his body up the bed, until her lips were next to his cock. “Now taste me.”

“Yes, Sir.” With both her hands holding him, she swirled her tongue over his tip, drinking down the single drop of saltiness that sat there.

“That’s good, baby. Perfect.” His praise sounded like warm honey to her ears. “Swallow me.”

She obeyed instantly, lost to his domination. While cradling his balls and squeezing his cock, she slid her lips down his shaft as far as she could. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat and she pulled her head back slightly, breathing through her nose.

She loved feeling his hands in her hair. He tugged on her locks slightly, a gentle reminder that he was in charge.

“Feels good, baby. That’s perfect. You’re sweet mouth is driving me crazy.” He kissed the top of her head. “Release me for a second.”

Again, she could not resist him anything. Slowly, she slipped her mouth off of him. “Like this, Sir.”

“Just like that, baby.” He flipped around on the bed, moving his body so that they were side by side in a perfect sixty-nine position. “Now you can suck me again.”

She swallowed him once more and felt him drag his tongue over her pussy.

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