[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Ménage a Quatre, Contemporary, Paranormal, Western/Cowboys MFMM, HEA]
One for Three
Brooke Marsh is at death's door and suffering from exposure when she is rescued by Special Force operatives Coulter, Trace, and Corbin Thornell.
Coulter, Trace, and Corbin are members of the Elite Dragons, working and living together under the cover of running a horse stud with nine other operatives.
The three brothers are called in to rescue three women who have been abducted and carried over the border into Canada. They find the women, and even though Brooke is unconscious, they are all drawn to her.
They vow to protect her and find the leaders of the black market organ traders and take them down. But that isn’t the only threat to the woman they have feelings for. Can they find the spies amongst them and keep the women safe? Or will they be too late and lose everything?
Three to the Rescue
When Janie Fraser is rescued from a dungeon-like basement across the border in Canada by the Elite Dragons, Seton, Wolf and Lander Garman are immediately drawn to her.
After two months of slow courting, the three brothers decide its time to up the ante and woo Janie into their bed. But Janie was a late baby for her elderly parents and is confused about having a relationship with three men. The Garman brothers do what they think is right for her and let her go.
When Janie is kidnapped and rescued by Seton, Wolf and Lander, they vow not to let her leave again. But this time it is Seton who is fighting his feelings of love and vulnerability.
Will the evil that sweeps onto the Elite Dragons stud farm prevail, or will Seton ruin the relationship for them all?
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
One for Three
Brooke groaned and tried to open her eyes. Her eyelids felt like they were glued shut, and it took her several tries to pry them open. She sighed when she finally got them open and stared at the white ceiling. She was warm and dry, and she wasn’t in that dungeon-type basement anymore. A deep voice off to her side startled her so much she jumped.
“Easy, baby. You’re safe now.”
“Where am I? Who are you?” Brooke croaked.
The man moved and sat on the side of the bed. He slid an arm beneath her head and shoulders and held a glass to her lips. Brooke drank in sips, careful not to overload her stomach. She gave a slight shake of her head when she’d had enough water.
“My name is Coulter Thornell. You are in my home across the border in North Dakota. You’re safe now. How are you feeling?”
“O–Okay,” she stammered, a wealth of questions gathering in her mind. “But how did you know where we were? And how did you find us? And why should I—?”
The man laughed, the deep, sexy sound rolling over her in waves, and cut her off. As he sat next to her, she relished the dry warmth radiating from his body, such a welcome relief after the frigid dampness of her horrendous prison.
“I lead an elite squad within the United States Army. With the cooperation of the Canadian government, we were tasked to find you and the other women in the basement.”
An elite squad? The cynical part of Brooke’s mind, jaded from her trauma, found that suspicious, but the irrational side of Brooke’s mind, the part that operated off of emotion and intuition, wanted desperately to trust him. What’s the worst that can happen? Brooke had already been held prisoner and tortured. She was alive, and apparently this man had saved her.
“Right. US Army. But did the others get out, or did you just rescue me?” she asked, her anxiety mounting once again.
“Shh, take it easy, Brooke. All the women are safe. We’ll talk about this later. I’ll bet you’re hungry and want a shower. I have some clothes here for you,” Coulter stated, holding up some large sweatpants and a sweater. “I know they aren’t in your size, but you’ll have to make do for now. Come on, I’ll help you shower.”
Brooke eyed the large Adonis of a man. She’d never seen such a sexy, hot, handsomely rugged man before. He put Zeus and Hercules to shame. He had light-blue eyes, short blond hair, and his face was bristled along the jaw. He had to be at least six foot two and two hundred pounds. He was packed full of muscle, which she could see rippling beneath the long-sleeved T-shirt he wore. He had muscular pecs and broad shoulders which tapered down to slim waist and hips. He had large, brawny thighs and really long legs. She looked up again to find him smiling at her and she felt her cheeks warm with embarrassment at being caught out giving him the once-over. He gave her a wink, and he reached over taking her hands into his.
Brooke felt warmth radiate up her arm, over her chest, and straight down to her pussy. She drew in a deep breath when her pussy clenched and leaked juices onto her panties. Coulter helped her into a sitting position, and it was only as the quilt fell away from her chest that she realized she was clad in just her bra and panties. She let go of his hand and pulled the quilt up to cover her breasts.
“We had to get you out of those damp clothes, baby. You were suffering from hypothermia. Let me help you shower and dress and then you can have something to eat.”
“I can shower by myself. I don’t need any help,” Brooke replied and cursed the breathlessness she heard coming from her own mouth.
“Be my guest,” Coulter replied and stepped back from her.
Brooke swung her legs over the side of the bed and ignored the dizziness which assailed her. She clutched the quilt and rose to her feet, making sure to keep her half-naked body covered. Her eyesight diminished, and she felt herself swaying. Her legs were shaking beneath her, and she blindly reached out as her knees threatened to buckle. She gasped as an arm wrapped around her and the quilt and then she was swept from her feet and carried across the room into the adjoining bathroom.
He nipped at her lip and then drew her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on her and loved how she whimpered with desire. He released her tongue and followed it back into her mouth. He tasted every nook and cranny until he had to slow the kiss down and finally stop so they could both breathe.
He bent down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking over the hard peak with his tongue. He released her tip and licked his way down over her stomach. He kissed the top of her mound and laved her clit until she bucked beneath him with renewed passion.
Trace sat up and moved off the bed, pulling her with him. He sat on the edge and pulled her over his lap until she was straddling his thighs, facing him. He placed his hands at her waist and lifted her until his cock kissed against her wet folds. He gazed into her eyes and slowly lowered her onto his hard dick. She was wet, but not wet enough for his massive cock, so he looked over at Corbin, who was now lying on the bed watching them.
“Get the lube,” Trace rasped. He lifted her up and held her suspended above him.
Trace heard her whimper and saw her belly contract as Corbin slicked her pretty little cunt with lube. Corbin pumped his fingers into her pussy a few times, making sure Brooke was plenty wet enough, and also for his own enjoyment.
“Okay,” Corbin growled.
Trace lowered Brooke onto his hard rod once more and sighed as her hot, wet flesh separated and he began to penetrate her. He groaned as she enveloped him like a glove would fit his fingers and palm. He loved that she dug her nails into his shoulders as he slowly eased his cock all the way into her depths. She clenched around him, and she sighed as her tense muscles relaxed.
“Are you okay, darlin’?” Trace panted.
“Yeah, but I want you to move,” Brooke commanded breathlessly.
“I will, darlin’. I was just giving you time to adjust.”
“I’m adjusted, now move!”
“Not yet, honey,” Corbin said from behind Brooke. “I want you to stay still and relaxed. Do you think you can do that for me, Brooke?”
“Why? What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to stretch you, honey. Just breathe slowly and evenly and don’t clench up,” Corbin replied.
Trace held on to Brooke’s hips. When she shrieked, he knew Corbin was slicking her little asshole with the lube. He wrapped his arms around her as she shivered, holding her tightly against his chest. He didn’t want her to move too much and inadvertently hurt herself.
“Oh, my God. What are you doing?” Brooke wailed.
“Shh, honey. Am I hurting you?” asked Corbin.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you?” he asked.
“I–I don’t know.”
“Does it feel good, baby?” Trace asked in a deep, gravelly voice.
“Look at me, Brooke,” Trace demanded and waited for her to look up. His eyes held hers, and when her eyes widened, he knew Corbin had penetrated her anus with his fingers. He reached between their bodies and pinched a nipple. She moaned and her eyes slid closed, so he did it again. She whimpered and keened as his brother prepared her so that eventually they could both love her together. Her pussy tightened and then released as Corbin began to finger-fuck her ass.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” Brooke chanted.
“Easy, honey. I have you nice and loose. Take a deep breath and let it out slowly,” Corbin grated out.
Trace cupped the back of Brooke’s neck and head with his hands, keeping her still so he could watch her face. Corbin moved in closer to Brooke, bent his knees, and began to push into her ass. Brooke’s eyes squeezed closed tightly, but he needed to see her so he could gauge if his brother was hurting her.
“Open your eyes, darlin’,” he commanded quietly and cursed when she did. He could see tears glistening in her eyes. “Do you want us to stop?”
“No!” She sobbed her reply.
“Don’t clench up, honey. Push back against me, Brooke.” Corbin groaned.
Brooke’s internal muscles flexed and loosened as she did as Corbin said. Her pussy grew so tight when Corbin penetrated her backside that he had to clench his teeth to control his own libido.
“I’m in,” Corbin rasped out.
Those words were like music to his ears. Trace released his firm hold on Brooke and moved his hands down to her hips. He gave a Corbin a nod and his brother pulled out of her ass. As Corbin surged back in, Trace retreated from her pussy. They started off slow, giving Brooke time to adjust to having her body stuffed full of cock and to relax a little.
Trace thrust his hips in counterpoint to his brother, gasping as his cock slid all the way into Brooke’s wet heat. He growled again when he drew back and felt her pussy sucking at the head of his hard rod, trying to keep him from pulling out too far. His woman was a greedy little thing, and he loved every sensation he felt as he and his brother made love with her.
Three to the Rescue
Janie bit her lip and kept her emotions bottled up inside. Giving Brooke and the others a final look and wave, she got into the taxi and didn’t look back. A flight had been booked for her from a small airport close by, and she would be taking a small plane to Bismarck. The thought of never seeing Seton, Wolf, and Lander again tore her up. A large knot of emotion was lodged in her chest and throat, and Janie didn’t think she would ever be able to breathe normally again.
She stared out the side window, not seeing anything, lost in her own world of pain and despair. Worrying over their safety and longing to be back in their arms, she couldn’t contain the storm from erupting another moment. Bending over and hugging her waist, she moaned and cried silently, aware of the cab driver in the front.
“Are you all right, miss?” the driver asked.
Unable to reply, Janie lifted a hand and waved that she was okay, but she wasn’t, and she didn’t think she would ever be the same again.
* * * *
Janie sighed with resigned relief as she unlocked her apartment door. Entering her home, she flicked on the living room light and headed straight for the bathroom. Standing under the shower, she cried loudly, sobbing out all the pain of being separated from the men she finally realized she had fallen in love with. Seton was such a black-and-white person. He made decisions and gave orders expecting his commands and demands to be obeyed immediately and without question. But he also had a lot of compassion, which he kept hidden behind an arrogant, dominant veneer. He was always in control, and she would love to see him lose that famous cool of his. Seton seemed to put her and his brothers before himself.
Lander was the most lighthearted of the three. Always quick witted and ready with a smile, he would rush to help her if she wanted something.
Wolf was the most compassionate of the three. He was the one who had looked after her and the other women when they had first been rescued, and he had nursed Brooke back to health with patient diligence.
How could she not love such wonderful men? Why had she taken so long to recognize her feelings? Why had she been such a coward? She had let them order the taxi for her to send her back home even as she began to think she had made a terrible mistake. You are such a chicken shit, Janie. How could you let the thought of being shunned affect you?
Finally her tears slowed and she noticed the water was getting cold. Turning off the shower, she stepped out and began to dry her cold body. Once dressed, she made a cup of coffee and picked up the cell phone she had dumped on the coffee table. Eying the phone, she prayed that her three loves were safe. All she knew was that they were leaving at nine that morning. The cab had picked her up at eight. Now it was four in the afternoon, and she felt like she hadn’t slept for a week. She was so emotionally drained all she wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep, but first she had something she needed to do, and she wasn’t going to put it off another moment.
Taking a deep breath, she punched in the numbers and hit send.
“Hi, honey, how are you?” her mom asked.
“I’m good, Mom. How’s the vacation?”
“Wonderful. Your dad and I are having such a good time, we’ve been thinking about selling up and traveling around the world.”
“Really? Wow, I never thought you and dad were into traveling,” Janie replied.
“We’re not getting any younger, dear, and now that you are independent there is nothing holding us back. How are your three men?”
“What?” Janie asked and then coughed, choking on the mouthful of coffee she had just taken.
“Your father and I aren’t stupid, dear. We saw the way they looked at you when we came to visit.”
“You did?” Janie’s voice squeaked.
“Yes, dear, and I must say they are very handsome. What’s the matter, Janie?” her mom asked, and she wondered how her mother always seemed to know when she was upset or something was bothering her.
“I’m in love with them, Mom, and I don’t know what to do.”
“What’s there to know? You love them and they love you, what else is there?”
“But…I thought you and dad would be against an unconventional relationship,” Janie replied.
“What we are against are young women in relationships when love isn’t present. As long as you respect yourself and your body, then nothing else matters. Where are you, dear?”
“I’m back home. I wanted to come back, or at least I thought I did. Seton, Wolf, and Lander let me go. Oh God, Mom. What am I going to do?” Janie sobbed.
“What do you want to happen, love?”
“I want to be with them, Mom. I can’t stand the thought of never seeing them again, of not being in their arms and being able to love them.”
“There’s your answer, Janie. Pack up your things, end your lease, and call them to come and get you.”
Moving quickly, she scooted her ass to the edge of the counter, closed her eyes, pulled his mouth in tighter to hers, opened up on a sigh, and then moaned. That was the signal he had been waiting for. Lander wrapped his arms around her waist, dragging her body against his, her crotch level with his erection, and swept his tongue into her moist cavern. She tasted so sweet that he couldn’t get enough, and his thoughts traveled south. As he made love to her mouth, he imagined what her wet cunt would taste like.
Tasting every inch of her sweet mouth made his cock ache to be buried inside her. The kiss was so erotically carnal he was close to shooting off in his pants. Easing the kiss back, he nipped at her lower lip and then soothed it with his tongue. By the time he pulled back they were both panting heavily.
“I want you so much, darlin’,” Lander rasped. “We all want to make love with you. Will you let us?”
A gamut of emotions flitted across her face, but he sighed with relief when he read in her eyes the answer he had been waiting for. She finally gave a slight nod, and Lander scooped her up off the counter, hurrying toward the bedroom. The vibrations of feet on the timber floor told him that his brothers followed behind him silently.
Lander placed her on the huge bed in her room and followed her down, covering her with his body. The heat coming off her was enough to nearly singe the hair off of him. Leaning down, he cupped the side of her face and slanted his mouth over hers. He kissed her again and again, until she was writhing beneath him and arching up into him, trying to get closer. He’d never felt so full of emotion as he did now that he held her in his arms. His heart was full to bursting.
It wasn’t just a sexual attraction he felt for the woman close to him. It was so much more than that. He was well on the way to falling in love with her. He felt cautious about voicing his feelings, wanting to make sure it was the real thing and that Janie was willing to see where things led. Though he couldn’t admit it, he knew he wanted everything from her and that his brothers did as well.
Drawing back, he maneuvered in between her thighs in a sitting position and reached for the hem of her sweater. His eyes connected with hers and held them as he slowly inched the material up her stomach and finally off over her head. She was left before him in a black lacy bra, and he had to clench his jaw to stop himself from diving at her and taking into his mouth the hard nipple he could barely see.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, sugar,” Seton rumbled in a deep voice, and he got on the bed beside her.
“Just look at those hard nipples trying to poke holes in your bra,” Wolf rasped.
“Let’s make you more comfortable, baby.” Lander’s voice was gravelly and rasping with desire. Reaching out, he flicked the front clasp of her bra open and groaned with appreciation as her feminine flesh was exposed to his sight.
“Beautiful,” Seton growled.
Wolf moved up onto the bed and helped Seton remove the bra from her arms. All the while, Janie’s gaze went from him to his brothers and back again. Smoothing his hands down over her stomach, he felt her belly quiver in reaction to his touch, and then he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants. With slow reverence, Lander gently pulled the pants down over her hips, taking her panties with him. He could smell her aroused pussy and could hardly wait to get his mouth on her sweet flesh. When he had her totally naked, he sat back and perused her gorgeous body.
Janie’s belly was soft and warm. She was a real woman, more than a skeleton covered with skin, and he didn’t have to be scared that she would break in half if he got a little rough while he made love with her.
His brothers were in awe of her beauty as much as he was. He could see the reverent desire in their eyes as they looked at Janie, and he couldn’t hold off another moment.
Looking up at her again, he saw the uncertainty in her eyes as she licked her dry lips. She moved her arms, one going across her breasts and the other reaching down to cover her pussy with her hand.
“No,” Lander stated firmly and sighed when Wolf and Seton each took a wrist in their hands, stretching her arms out above her head and pinning them to the bed. “Never hide from us, darlin’. You are so beautiful.”
Shifting on the bed so he was lying on his belly, his mouth above her cunt, Lander kept his eyes locked with hers and lowered his head. Inhaling the musky scent of her aroused pussy made him drool for a taste. Closing his eyes, he wrapped his arms around her thighs, opening her limbs wider, and licked her moisture-soaked folds from top to bottom. The mewling sound she made only spurred him on to see to her pleasure. He wanted her to come in his mouth before he buried himself into her warm, wet depths.