Elite Dragoons 1: New Recruits (MFMM)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Sci-Fi Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, spanking, HEA]
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?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
- Barefoot Okie
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.