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Elite Dragoons 1: New Recruits
Whitmoor, Dalton, and Hayward Cartwright are the new Elite Dragons. After finishing their training and naming their new team the Elite Dragoons in deference to their trainers, they head out on their new mission.
Two women have gone missing from Chadron, Nebraska, and one of them is Sara-Jane Cantor. While on mission the leaders find out they have more enhanced abilities than first realized and use them to try and find the two kidnapped women.
The men are drawn to Sara when they finally rescue her and her friend, as they have never been drawn to another woman, and are determined to keep her safe and in their lives, and get her into their bed.
It’s a race against time to rescue Sara and her friend Nicole from the clutches of the Japanese Underworld criminals.
Will they get to her in time?
Elite Dragoons 2: Nicole's Military Men
Nicole Maynard has been living with Ty, Rand, and Bromley Bayhard for the last couple of months on their cattle ranch in nowhere North Dakota. Although she has come to care for the three sexy, masculine men she tries to keep her feelings hidden. She doesn’t think they trust her and won’t give into their lustful stares.
It isn’t that Ty doesn’t trust Nicole, but he is worried how she will react when she finds out about their abilities and is determined to keep her at arm's length, but his brothers are more than determined to have Nicole in their beds and hopefully, eventually in their hearts.
But danger comes to the ranch and Nicole is kidnapped while the men are away on a mission. Just as they think they will have her back in their arms, they realize that they are up against more than one foe.
Can good win over evil?
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
Elite Dragoons 1: New Recruits
Hay lowered his shield as he and his brothers scanned the north side of Chadron. He concentrated on filtering the emotions until he was able to read each individual’s feelings and then discard them when nothing evil came his way. Whit was walking down the pavement on the other side of the street, and Dalton had taken one street over. By the time he and his brothers got to the center of town he was frustrated that he hadn’t been able to find or feel anything.
He’d only felt normal emotions coming from people going about their day to day life. Nothing he felt had felt nefarious or out of place. It frustrated the hell out of him, making him feel helpless when there were two women’s lives at stake.
The receiver in his ear clicked and then Whit’s voice came through loud and clear.
“Okay, everyone, when you’ve finished scouting we’ll meet back at the motel and talk about what we’ve found if anything. Hay, Dalt, and I are heading to the sheriff’s office. We need to get more information on the missing women. Out.” Whit signed off.
Hay turned right down the next street and headed to the west to where the sheriff’s office was situated. Dalton was already waiting outside by the time he and Whit arrived.
“Okay, let’s go and introduce ourselves to the local law,” Whit said. “Tony sent me an e-mail letting me know he was going to inform the sheriff of our presence.”
“Good thing too,” Dalt said. “The last thing we need is for the law to be on our backs because we haven’t gone through the correct channels.”
Hay headed for the door and stepped inside. An elderly woman looked them over as he and his brothers walked up to the counter.
“Can I help you, gentlemen?”
When Hay explained who they were and why the wanted to see the sheriff, she led them down the hall to the open door at the end, gave the sheriff their names, and left.
“Come in, gentlemen. I’m Sheriff Nick Parker.” The sheriff stepped forward and shook each of their hands. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
“No thanks, Sheriff.” The sheriff returned to his desk, and Hay and his brothers took a seat and then, without being asked, Nick handed over a manila folder. “In there are photographs and information on the two missing women. Sara-Jane Cantor has been missing for just over a week and Nicole Maynard has been missing for two days.”
“Where were the women last seen?” Whit asked.
“At the Chadron Hotel, it’s the only hotel in our town. We have a club where the young people go to dance too, but the hotel seems to be the most popular. Both went out on a Saturday night and neither woman ever made it home.”
Hay picked up the folder and flipped it open. His breath caught when he saw two pictures of the beautiful women. Both women were in their early to mid twenties, and both of them had blonde hair and blue eyes. But it was the woman with the gold blonde hair that caught his attention. He felt like he’d been sucker punched as he stared at her beautiful image.
The hair on his nape stood on end, and he sat up straighter in his chair. His whole body had just gone on alert. The disappearance of two women with the same coloring was definitely ringing his alarms.
“Were they out alone or with friends?” Hay asked.
“They were with friends. From the information their friends told me the two women left the hotel earlier than their peers. Both where heading to the taxi stand just down the street.”
“How many taxi drivers in this town?” Dalt took the folder from Hay and studied the photos.
“We don’t have a very large population, as I am sure you are aware,” Nick said. “There are a total of ten cab drivers. My deputies and I have questioned each of them and none of those drivers even sighted the women that night.”
“Do the missing women know each other?” Whit leaned over and picked up one of the pictures.
Hay rose to his feet and passed over a card with his cell phone number on it. “Please, call me if any more information comes to light?”
“I will, you can be damn sure of that.” The sheriff also stood. “I want those women found as soon as possible.”
“We’ll do what we can, Sheriff.”
Hay led the way out, his brothers close on his heels. Instead of heading back to the motel, he decided to walk over to the Chadron Hotel and take a look around.
Dalton entered the hotel, no doubt to question the owner. Whit walked toward the corner, and Hay decided to walk toward the cab rank. He was about a hundred yards from the rank when the buildings opened up to an alley. His gut knotted, and he knew this was where the predator had lain in wait for the unsuspecting women.
With his shields still lowered he tried to get a read on the place, but there was nothing. His eyes scanned the ground going from side to side until he reached the dead end. Turning around, he began to make his way back toward the street. A glint of metal shining in the sunlight near a dumpster caught his attention. Crouching down, he saw the small silver stud earring. Picking it up, he turned it over in his hand to study it. A long strand of blonde hair was wound around the small post. As he touched the hair emotions slammed into his mind.
The three men stalked her as if she was prey, and then they were all over her like bees on honey.
Whit moved around behind her and had her T-shirt off in seconds, and then his hands ran up and down her back and then gripped her ass. Dalton pulled her up against him and slammed his mouth down on hers. She moaned as he pushed his tongue into her mouth and twirled his around hers salaciously. Hay ran his hands up her side and then he drew her panties down her legs. She was vaguely aware of stepping out of her panties, and then she was lifted and carried.
Dalton lifted his mouth from hers as he lowered her to the bed, and then he took a couple of paces back and removed his T-shirt. Sara let her eyes wander over his naked torso and whimpered as she exhaled. He was cut and muscular and she wanted to run her hands all over his magnificent body.
Hay moved until he was standing next to Dalton, and then Whit was on his other side. There they stood bare-chested and saliva pooled in her mouth as she took in the sexy masculinity. They were built like Greek gods. All of them were masculinity personified, and they were all hers. Even though they were all brawny, Hay was the most beefy of the three. His muscles literally bulged and rippled as he moved. As one, as if choreographed, their hands all reached for the belt buckles at the same time. Sara pushed up to lean on her elbows and watched avidly as they released their buckles, then the buttons on their jeans, and then lowered their zippers.
Sara gasped when they pushed their jeans down over their hips and their hard cocks sprang free. None of them wore any underwear. It seemed that her men liked to go commando when they were at home. She gulped as they stood straight and tall waiting for her to look her fill. None of them were of average size. Not that she had a lot of experience, but she knew these men were well endowed. Whit’s cock was longer than his brothers. The head of his dick was an angry purple color, and a drop of fluid glistened on the tip.
Hay was shorter than Whit but thicker in circumference. Dalton was not quite as long as Whit, but he was thicker around than either of his brothers. She drew in a ragged breath and watched with fascination as their cocks jerked and pulsed. Her trance was broken when they each bent, kicked their shoes off, and then removed their jeans.
Dalton practically launched himself at her and covered her with his body. Sara flopped back on the bed and only had enough time to inhale before he covered her mouth with his. She mewled and arched up against him, trying to relieve the ache in her breasts and pussy by rubbing her girl parts on his body. Just when she thought she was going to have to move her head to the side so she could breathe, Dalton lifted his. He kissed down the side of her neck and over her collarbone and then continued on until he reached her breasts.
Sara moaned as he flicked his tongue over one nipple and then the other. She sobbed with frustration as he licked and nibbled his way down over her torso and belly. A hand turned her head to the left and Whit planted his mouth on hers. Another mouth began to suckle her right nipple, and she ran her fingers through Hay’s hair and held his head to her breast.
Sara was on fire, and only these three men could douse the flame. She cried out when Whit stopped kissing her but then groaned when he took her other nipple into his mouth. Gentle hands separated her legs and she arched up as warm air caressed her wet pussy. The first swipe of Dalton’s tongue over her clit sent her reeling and the fire burning in her womb grew hotter. Dalton slid his tongue from the top of her slit down to her pussy hole, licking, sucking, and nibbling every nook and cranny as he went. She moaned in frustration when he lifted his head.
“You taste so fucking delicious, Sara. I can’t get enough of your sweet honey. I want you to fill my mouth with your cum.”
Dalton lowered his head once more and sucked her clit in between his lips. He caged the little pearl with his teeth, gently holding it, and then he strummed her clit with the tip of his tongue. Sara’s hips shot straight up as tension coiled inside her womb and sheath as he pleasured her with his mouth. She mewed with bliss when he pushed the tip of a finger into her cunt. And then he thrust his finger into her all the way. Sara sobbed when he released her clit but moaned when he added another finger to her pussy. He began to push those two fingers in and then pull out of her vagina. She squeezed her inner muscles, trying to hold him inside her, wanting to hold on to the ecstatic pleasure being bestowed on her, but she needn’t have bothered. He thrust into her again and again, increasing the speed of his stroking fingers each time he pushed into her. And then his tongue was back. The tip flicked over her clit at a rapid pace.
Elite Dragoons 2: Nicole's Military Men
Nicole didn’t want to tell them that she cared for them but she didn’t want Ty, Rand, or Brom to think that something was wrong. “I–I…you take care of me.”
“Of course we do,” Ty snapped as if angry with her. She frowned and wanted to question him but waited to see if he would explain further. “It’s our job to take care of you.”
Pain sliced through her chest at hearing Ty say that. The agony was so intense she barely held in the moan that was trying to get out and would have doubled over if they hadn’t been with her. She lowered her head as more tears filled her eyes and panic consumed her. There was no way in hell she was letting them touch her now. They saw her as a duty and didn’t care for her at all. She should have known she was only a body for them to slake their lust with. No one else loved her, so why should they be any different? She had to get away from them before she fell apart. The last thing she wanted to do was to break in front of them.
With a dexterity she was far from feeling, Nicole scrambled over Brom and ran into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.
When the first knock came, she ignored it and slid down the door, uncaring that the wood caused a painful friction against her naked back or that the tile floor was cold on her bare ass.
“Nicole, open the door,” Ty demanded. “You didn’t let me finish speaking before you took off. Come on, babe, please come out and talk to me.”
Nicole was so full of pain she didn’t want to listen to him. She brought her legs up so that her knees were close to her body, wrapped her arms around them and lowered her head. Lifting her shaking hands, she covered her ears to block Ty’s voice. The next thump to the door must have been with a fist, because she felt the vibration all through her body, but she had no intention of facing them right now. She’d never before experienced this agony she was feeling and didn’t know if she could handle it. Tears streamed down her face and the more she tried to stem the flow, the faster and harder they fell. There were a couple more bangs on the door, but finally they stopped.
Pulling her hands from over her ears, she sniffled and wiped the moisture from her face but then held her breath and listened really hard. She couldn’t hear anything and hoped the three men weren’t lying in wait for her. She had no intention of facing them ever again. Not if she could help it. How long she sat on the cold, hard floor she had no clue, but when she began to shiver and her muscles began to ache and cramp, she finally moved her legs and pushed up to her hands and knees.
Nicole was full of pain. Her heart as well as her body was an interminable ache and she felt like she was a hundred years old. She wondered if she would ever be able to pull the shattered pieces of her heart together. After opening the shower door, she turned the faucet on and then stepped into the warm water. She scrubbed every inch of her body, starting with her hair and then worked her way down, but no matter how hard she rubbed, she couldn’t erase their touch from her skin. She cried silently, not wanting them to know how hurt she was, and stood under that water, letting it stream over her until her fingers began to prune. After drying off she placed her ear against the door and listened. When she heard no movement, she unlocked it and cautiously opened it and scanned the room. It was empty, thank God.
Nicole quickly dressed into the jeans, T-shirt, light sweater, and boots she had been wearing the night she had met the Bayhard men. She grabbed her purse and took what little money she had out and stuffed it in her pocket as well as her license and bank cards. Giving the room one last glance, she bit her lip as she opened the bedroom window, glad that the house wasn’t a double story, and with care not to make too much noise, she pushed the screen out. She held her breath when the aluminum frame landed on a small shrub and was happy that it stayed where it had landed and not gone tumbling to the ground.
She flung a leg over the window sill and clung to it as she pulled her other leg over and then she stepped down onto the ground. Glancing around to make sure none of the hands or the Bayhard brothers were around, she kept to the shadows and began to move.
When she got near the barn she heard voices. It sounded like a man and woman were arguing. She turned to corner and saw Abe Stone, one of the ranch hands arguing with a strange woman. Neither of them had noticed her so she stayed still, standing in the shadows hoping they wouldn’t notice her.
“I’m not leaving until you pay me what you owe me,” the woman said angrily.
“I’m not paying a two bit whore for something that wasn’t up to standard. I don’t give a fuck what you say. You’re not getting a dime out of me you slut.”
“You bastard! I gave you what you wanted. You owe me for my time.”
The muscles in Abe’s body tensed and it looked like he was going to hit the poor woman. Nicole wasn’t about to let that happen.
She loved feeling helpless because it seemed to turn her on even more. Ty flattened his tongue and swiped it over her engorged pearl eliciting another squeak as pleasure assailed her. When he lifted his head, she couldn’t prevent her groan of disappointment that he had stopped.
Brom and Rand also removed their mouths from her breasts and sat with their hands on her ribs and hip, as if waiting for something. Ty had an arm wrapped around one of her thighs and the other hand was spread wide over her lower abs with his long fingers touching the top of her mound.
Ty pinned her with his hungry green eyes and asked, “Are you sure you want this, babe? Be sure when you answer, because if we go any further, then as far as we are concerned you belong to us.”
Nicole was so needy, almost desperate to have these three men make love with her, and although she knew she could end up getting her heart broken, she couldn’t walk away from them. She wanted, no, needed their hands, mouths, and cocks more than she’d needed anything before in her life. Most of all she wanted their hearts, but there was no way she was going to let on that she cared for them.
“Please?” she panted.
“Please what, sunshine?” Rand asked.
“I want you all to make love with me.”
“Untie her hands,” Ty ordered and waited while Rand removed the knots from her shirt and she lowered her arms. Brom tugged the T-shirt from around the back of her neck and removed it completely. Ty then slipped a hand beneath her ass and the other around her shoulders and without any effort at all lifted her from the sofa and pulled her against his chest. She slung an arm around his neck for balance when he rose from his knees and stood up.
“You’re so damn strong. I can’t believe you did that without straining yourself.”
“You hardly weigh anything, Nicole. You’re easy to carry around.” Ty carried her out of the living room and down the hall to her bedroom. She expected him to lower her to her feet at the foot of the bed, but instead he lowered his head and gave her a hungry carnal kiss. When he lifted his mouth from hers again, Nicole was one big aching mass of need. If they didn’t make love to her soon, she just may start screaming at them.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Nicole. I can’t wait to sink my cock in that hot, tight, wet, pretty little cunt,” Ty rasped.
His words flamed the fire in her body and she wiggled, trying to get him to put her down, but his arms tightened around her and then she was being placed onto the bed. She noticed that Brom and Rand had followed them into the bedroom and her breathing escalated another notch and her heart beat faster inside her chest when the three men moved to the foot of the bed and began to remove their clothes. Since Rand and Brom only had on boxers, they were naked within the blink of an eye. She perused their bodies and her pussy clenched as if begging to be filled when she got her first sight of their delectable physiques.
Rand’s muscles rippled with every slight movement he made. The veins in his forearms stood out and his upper body was tanned all over and she imagined him working outside in the sun without his shirt on. When her eyes got to his crotch, she looked away, but then she snapped her eyes back and licked her lips when she saw how well-endowed he was. His cock was long and thick and she was nervous about him coming anywhere near her pussy with that monster.
She shifted her gaze to the side and saw that although Brom wasn’t as wide as Rand in the penis department, he certainly wasn’t lacking. His cock was so long that she imagined it would be level with his navel if he were lying down. She looked at Ty and noticed he wasn’t moving. His hands were still on the button of his jeans and he was looking at her. She met his green gaze and he looked at her hungrily when he started to undo his jeans. Her eyes wandered down his body from the top of his head and then stayed, watching intently as he drew down the zipper on his jeans. When she began to feel light-headed, she realized that she was holding her breath and released it in a gusty exhale then inhaled and stopped breathing once more when Ty pushed his jeans down over his hips. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his large erect cock sprang free and bobbed up and down a few times until it was standing at almost a straight line out from his body, pointing right at her. His erect penis was as thick as Rand’s and as long as Brom’s. She pressed her thighs together when her pussy began to ache even more, but she was also rather nervous about their sizes.
“You don’t have to be scared of us, babe,” Ty said in a deep growly voice as he pushed his jeans all the way down his legs and then kicked them off over his feet. He straightened and then pinned her with his eyes again. “We would never hurt you, Nicole. We’ll make sure you’re ready to take us. I promise.”
She couldn’t let him and his brothers go on thinking that they frightened her but she also needed to let them know she was nervous. “I’m not scared of you. I know you would never deliberately hurt me, but I am a little nervous.” Nicole waved her hand toward their erect cocks and drew in a ragged breath. “I’m not very experienced with sex and you guys…are big.”