Noble Release (MFM)

Nature's Nobles 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 40,750
6 Ratings (4.2)

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, bondage, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

Caden and Trent Luca feel their sister is in danger, but the police disagree. Using every resource at their disposal, they find that Lauren Suval can assist them in finding her. Lauren is a Locator, a Noble with a special ability to locate missing people. She hadn't counted on the two men thinking she can be their permanent third, and in the midst of locating their sister, she does all she can to resist their charm.

Since Lauren doesn't believe love can exist, she runs back to the safety of her sterile life once she confirms their sister is safe. Trent and Caden refuse to lose her, so they set out to convince Lauren that trust and love could endure with the right men by intermingling their BDSM lifestyle with her vanilla one. All it takes is trust, but can Lauren find the courage to let go of her fears?

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Peyton Elizabeth is a Siren-exclusive author.

Noble Release (MFM)
6 Ratings (4.2)

Noble Release (MFM)

Nature's Nobles 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 40,750
6 Ratings (4.2)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley
It was pretty good, but too short and I find this happens in Ms. Elizabeth's books, she just gets into the relationship part and then finishes the story.
Laylah Roberts
Loved this story, can't wait for more in this series.

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“You’re not driving in this storm.” Trent opened her door and brought the umbrella closer to the hood of her car. He ignored her huff in frustration. “Come. I will take you back to the house and we can wait out the storm.”

“That’s really unnecessary. I’ve lived here for years and know how to drive in the rain.” Lauren had leaned back a little, causing him to realize that his groin was close to her face. He smiled. His erection had not eased from their earlier encounter and judging by the small blush on her cheeks, she noticed. He watched as she licked her lips before speaking, causing him to smother a groan. “I will touch base with you soon.”

She had no idea how soon, but Trent didn’t say that out loud. Instead, he bent his knees and leaned down until he was at eye level with her, extending his arm up to make sure the umbrella kept the rain from hitting her. “Lauren, you’re not driving in this rain. It’s bad enough that Caden and I have to wonder if Victoria is okay, but to think you could have an accident and be hurt in this storm is something I can control. Now hop on out, so I can walk you to my car.”

“Mr. Luca—”

Trent leaned over, knowing his arm was brushing against her breasts, and turned the key in the ignition to off. Feeling her nipples against his skin pebble into hardened nubs made him want to close his eyes and savor her response. Instead, he palmed the jingling mass of keys and sat back down on his heels and waited for what he knew would be an outburst. What he hadn’t counted on was her physically reaching for her keys, which he held away from her, causing her to almost fall out of the car. She had to place her left hand on his knee to catch her balance, but quickly pulled it away.

“Give them back.” Her silver eyes were sparking with anger, and he almost wanted to just sit back and enjoy the view. Unfortunately, the rain was coming down a little harder than before, and thunder was now making itself known. “This show of being chivalrous is appreciated, but unwarranted. I’ve been taking care of myself for my entire life, and a little rain isn’t going to hurt me.”

Lightning chose that moment to light up the sky, followed by a big clap of thunder. The angry wind pulled the umbrella against her car, the metal rod clanking against her hood. He knew exactly how the wind felt. “Show? It’s who I am, Lauren. And while you have done a fine job of taking care of yourself, when someone wants to lend a hand, it does behoove you to take what is offered. You are not driving in this rain. For one, I would worry. Two, my brother would never forgive me. We thought you would be in front of the storm system, not sitting in it, or we never would have let you leave to begin with. Either you walk yourself to my car, or I will carry you. The choice is yours.”

“I am not one of your women at the club, Mr. Luca.” Lauren held out her hand, as if she expected him to just hand over her keys. He fought down a chuckle at the sight of her raising her palm to gather his attention. “I’m doing a job you hired me to do, and I can’t very well do that if I’m hiding at your residence because of a little rain.”

“You really do not want me to reply to what you just said, Lauren. I repeat, it’s your choice.” Standing, Trent placed the keys inside his jeans pocket. He was a tolerant man. She would eventually cave and give herself over to his care. That probably wasn’t how she viewed it, but it was how he perceived it. Trent wasn’t sure what it was about her that drew him in, considering she was as vanilla as they came. He and his brother had lived the lifestyle of BDSM since their college days, finding their way through exploration. There had been many women, all who had docile personalities, needing to take what they offered. Lauren wasn’t quite on that level, so it would stand to reason that there would be no attraction on an emotional level. But something pulled him to her. Something drew his brother to her as well. She might come across as independent, but underneath, there was some quality of submissiveness that lay soundless. He wanted to let it out to sing.

Lauren quietly reached for her purse, placing all the items that were on the seat beside her inside of it. Pulling the strap up over her shoulder, she placed her feet on the ground and purposefully ignored his offered hand. He bit back a smile at her childish behavior, while he closed her car door.

“That’s two, just so you are aware I’m keeping count.”

Lauren’s step faltered as she turned to walk towards his car. He placed his left hand on her back, bringing his right hand across his chest to make sure the umbrella covered them both. He felt her stiffen, but she said nothing until they were at the passenger-side door of his Mercedes. She lasted longer than he thought, but before Lauren actually sat inside the door he held open, she finally voiced her curiosity.

“What do you mean, two?” Her eyes held a wariness that he wanted to wipe away, but knew would be there. This attraction obviously came at the wrong time, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t right.

“Spankings.” Trent watched as her silver eyes dilated and the pulse in the contour of her neck sped up at hearing the word. Nothing pleased him more than knowing that word excited her. “When a woman of ours doesn’t take care of herself, we feel it’s our place to remind her. We want her safe.”




“Have you ever fantasized about what it would be like to be bound and displayed for a lover?” Caden asked softly, loving that her eyes dilated at his suggestion. “Would you let me give you a taste of what we can offer you?”

“Offer me?” Lauren asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not looking for anything. I—”

“Then why is your breathing ragged and your pulse accelerated? I bet anything that your pussy is wet and your clit is swollen. Your body is telling me something different.”

Caden brushed his lips over hers once more, as he slowly caressed his fingers down her arms. Reaching for her right wrist, he brought it up slowly to the fur-lined cuff that was attached to one corner.

“Fully dressed, let me show you the feeling that comes with losing control,” Caden said, waiting for her agreement before attaching the cuff. “I promise you, I won’t remove one item of clothing.”

“I will never lose control, especially fully clothed,” Lauren assured him, her confidence coming back. He would prove her wrong.

“Then you agree?”

Caden could see the confusion in her eyes as to how they had come so far, but he had a gut feeling if he let her walk out that door without a taste of what they could offer, they would never get her back. At her slight nod, he fastened the leather around her right wrist. Not wanting panic to set in, he reassured her with another kiss as he did the same to her left. He left her ankles free, not wanting to push her too far today. But his hunger to see what she looked like when she came was overwhelming, and he wanted nothing more than to be the one to make her lose control.

Using the back of his hand, Caden brushed over one nipple, seeing it harden beneath her pretty pink blouse. He vowed to not look away from her beautiful face again though and was rewarded to see her lips part at the pleasure she was feeling. Ever so slowly, he let his hand travel lower.

“Even fully clothed, I can give you a release that will blow your mind,” Caden said softly. He heard her intake of breath and saw her silver eyes darken at his promise. Wanting nothing more than to see her reaction, he cupped her mound. “There’s only one rule—and that is you don’t come unless given permission.”

Lauren instinctively went to pull her arms down, but was prevented by the restraints. The pulse on the side of her neck was faster than before and he loved that she couldn’t prevent the movement of her hips. The tiny thrust went directly against his palm, obviously giving her bundle of nerves the pressure it needed.

“I won’t come,” Lauren declared, her voice husky. “This is pointless, so you can release me now.”

“I would love to give you a release, but again, not until I say you can come. It’s one of my rules.”

Caden used his middle and ring finger to brush over her clit and even through her white pants, could feel the swollen nub. A slight moan escaped her lips. He brought up his other hand to her left breast, using his thumb to manipulate the hardened pebble. His dick felt like it was ready to explode, so he found himself taking deep breaths to regain control. This was about her and showing her that their needs coincided more than she realized.

He kept his touch light enough that she couldn’t take her release quick, but hard enough to make her want more. She conceded another tiny moan, and he watched as her eyes closed, bringing her lashes down upon her rosy cheeks. She was a vision.

“Would you like me to stop?” A flush had stolen over her face, making her skin the color of her blouse. Her hips were now moving in tiny jerks. “Lauren, would you like me to stop?”

Again, Caden watched as she tried to bring her arms down, and he loved the tiny mewls that passed her lips. He knew he’d stained his briefs and would have to take matters into his own hands later, but knowing that he was the one to show her how intense a little restriction could be was worth it.

“Please,” Lauren begged, her hands now clenched into small fists.

“Would you like to come?” He knew this was where he could lose her, but couldn’t resist pushing her comfort zone. She would either respond to his questions and demands, or shut down and he would be forced to stop.


That one word, almost a moan, was his undoing. She might not know it yet, but that one word meant she trusted him. He would see her through this and then hopefully, continue to build on that trust.

“Come for me.”


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