Van, Becca - The Love of Three [Elite Dragons 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  Come on, Alicia. Think. There has to be some way to get through to him.

  A slow smile curved her lips as her brain finally latched onto an idea. Getting off the bed, she removed her clothes and then slid in under the covers. She straddled his hips and began to run her hands over his shoulders, arms, chest, and stomach. Scooting down until she straddled his thighs, she ran the tip of her finger beneath the waistband of his boxer shorts and watched his face.

  “Come on, Bronsin. Please wake up. I love you,” she declared.

  Not a muscle moved on his face. She was going to have to do a hell of a lot better than this.

  Shit. I’ve never even done that before. What if I do it wrong? Who cares, girl. You need to try and get through to him.

  Alicia pulled Bronsin’s boxers down his hips and thighs and off over his feet. God, even when resting his cock was huge. Taking a deep breath, she straddled his legs and began to caress his thighs. She kept her eyes on his face, watching for any sign of awareness, but continued to smooth her hands over him.

  Higher and higher she went until she could feel the heat emanating from his groin. Looking down, she tentatively reached out and took his soft cock in hand. Even flaccid his size was impressive.

  She squeezed and released a few times and felt his flesh twitch and pulse. Again and again she pressed her hand around him, and to her relief his cock began to expand and lengthen. She glanced up to his face once more, but still he looked to be totally unaware of his surroundings. His body was obviously reacting involuntarily.

  She just wanted him to wake up and look at her. She wanted to see his eyes sparkling with mischief and his beautiful smile. Bending down, she took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head of his engorging cock. His thigh muscles were beneath her ass, and she could have sworn she felt them harden.

  Opening her mouth wider, she sucked the corona of his dick deeper into her mouth and wrapped her hand around the base of his rapidly expanding shaft. Shifting slightly, she looked up the length of his body and watched as his chest expanded. He took a deep breath and his lips parted. A soft groan emitted from between his lips, and she began to bob up and down his erection while pumping her hand around its base.

  At once he moaned louder and gasped for air. Alicia withdrew her mouth, let go of his cock, and dropped to the bed beside him.

  “I’m sorry, Bronsin. I just want you to wake up,” she sobbed and cuddled up next to him again. Her hand rested on his pecs, her arm was around his waist, and she had a leg slung over both of his. One of his legs moved.

  One second she was crying with her head on his chest, the next she was flat on her back with him looming over her.

  “Don’t cry, darlin’,” he rasped. “You can wake me up like that anytime you want.”

  “I was so worried about you,” she cried and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I thought you were in a coma.”

  “Shh, darlin’, I’m fine. I was just exhausted.”

  “Are you sure you’re all right?”

  “Yes, I’m sure.”

  She laughed with delight and hugged him close until he pulled back slightly.

  He looked deeply into her eyes and slowly lowered his head. Her Bronsin was back and kissing her. She gave herself over into his care as he made love to her mouth. He sucked on her tongue, nipped her lip, and danced his tongue against hers.

  Alicia melted into the bed and moaned when he began to kiss his way across her jaw, stopping to nip her ear and lick his way down her neck. When he reached her breasts he suckled on first one sensitive peak and then the other. Back and forth he shifted, laving and biting at her nipples.

  Then he moved lower, sliding his tongue down her torso and belly. He licked the sensitive skin just inside her hip bone and then did the same to the other side. She arched her back, lifting her pelvis, begging him to touch her where she needed it most.

  Alicia mewled when he kissed the top of her mound, and then, using gentle hands, he spread her thighs wide. She looked down to see him staring up at her, his eyes burning with desire and something more. Her breath caught in her throat with nervous, excited expectation, and she watched as he lowered his head.

  A half-sobbed scream erupted from her mouth at the first contact of his tongue to her pussy. Bronsin’s tongue tip circled her clit, not quite touching where she ached. The concentric circles he made got smaller and smaller until finally he was there, right where she needed his touch. Never had she felt such carnal pleasure.

  Her hips bucked involuntarily, sending her pussy up into his mouth, and he growled against her wet flesh. The vibrations rippled outward through her limbs, and her body tautened with a desire so intense that she thought she would die.

  Bronsin slid his tongue down through her dew-covered folds and thrust his tongue into her pussy. She clutched at his head, needing something to hold on to, an anchor to keep her from floating away on a cloud of ecstasy.

  He wrapped one of his large, muscular arms around her thighs and lifted her legs even more. Lifting his head slightly, he stared at her with passion-glazed eyes. “I want you to come in my mouth, darlin’. You taste so fucking sweet. I need more.”

  Alicia whimpered as he began to push a finger into her pussy. Her internal walls gripped him, trying to keep him inside as he slid partway out again. His head lowered once more and his tongue began to dance back and forth over her clit. Arching her hips, silently begging for more, she began to rock her pelvis in time to the stroke of his fingers. The pressure inside her grew even more intense when Bronsin added another finger and began to pump his digits in and out of her faster.

  She heard sounds coming out of her mouth and hadn’t even realized she had been able to make such noises. Even to her own ears she sounded desperate, almost animalistic.

  Her legs quivered and her sheath tightened. It felt like ripples on the surface of a smooth lake were gathering in instead of spreading out, and she felt like she was going to erupt like a geyser. She could hear herself keening but had no desire to stop the sounds. Her neck arched, and she screamed. The geyser inside her erupted, and wave upon wave swept over her, shaking her body from head to toe. Fluid gushed out of her and drenched her ass and the sheet below.

  Bronsin growled, removed his fingers from her cunt, and sucked up her cum. He lapped and drank until she felt like she was losing her mind. “Stop, I can’t take it.”

  “Darlin’, you are fucking gorgeous. I love the taste of your cum. I have to get inside you,” Bronsin rasped as he moved back up over her body.

  Alicia wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him while she tried to get her breath back. Instead of telling him verbally that she wanted the same thing he did, she shifted her hips until she felt his cock pulsing against her pussy and then wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs.

  “Are you sure, Alicia?” he panted.

  “Yes. I want you. I love you, Bronsin.”

  “Oh, darlin’.” Bronsin sighed against her ear.

  Bronsin was huge, but he moved with a gentleness she knew was ingrained in him. He began to push his way into her pussy. The delicate skin of her vagina stretched and burned slightly as the head of his cock penetrated her.

  “Are you okay, darlin’?

  “Yes. You feel so good.”

  “Just relax for me, Alicia. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t. I trust you.”

  Bronsin pushed in a little farther and held still. Alicia could feel his arms and legs quivering as he tried to keep a rein on his libido.

  “I need you inside me, Bronsin. I need more. I want all of you,” she pleaded.

  Bronsin lifted up onto his arms and looked down at her. He watched her watching him, and he slowly began to rock his pelvis against hers. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he gradually but surely forged his way inside.

  “You are so fucking hot, wet, and tight,” he moaned then leaned down and kissed her.

  Their mouths ate each other until she
once more melted around him and coated his cock in another gush of cream.

  “Hold on to me, darlin’. Don’t you let go,” Bronsin demanded, and then he began to move.

  Using his arms and legs for leverage, he slid his cock in and out of her cunt. The friction of his stroking dick sliding through her sheath was pure ecstasy. With every forward thrust, he increased the speed of his pumping hips, until their flesh slapped together.

  Alicia’s internal walls rippled around his hot, hard dick, and she moaned as her head moved restlessly back and forth on the pillow. His hands slipped under her, and he grasped the globes of her ass as he shifted slightly. The angle of his next thrust rubbed against a very sensitive pleasurable spot inside her, and she cried out with need.

  “That’s it, darlin’,” Bronsin panted. “You’re close, aren’t you? Give it to me, Alicia. Come on my cock.”

  His dirty talk drove her desire higher, and then she was on the edge. He surged into her fast and hard and sent her flying. Her body quaked and jerked. Liquid warmth spread through her, centered at her womb and pussy and extending outward rapidly. Her internal muscles gripped and released around his cock, over and over again, bathing them both in her juices.

  A low growl rumbled up from his chest, and then he roared. His cock expanded inside her and then jerked. Load after load of his cum shot deep into her body, causing more aftershocks to shake her. He lowered his arms until he was resting on his elbows and his head slumped onto the pillow facedown, next to hers.

  “Are you okay, darlin’?” Bronsin asked as he rolled them both onto their sides.

  “Wonderful,” she sighed and smiled at him. She was so in love with him and his brothers. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with them. A niggling worry flittered across her thoughts.

  Bronsin hadn’t said he loved her back.

  Chapter Eight

  Stedman hurried toward Alicia’s room and caught the rumble of Bronsin’s deep voice. Thank you, God. When he caught sight of their naked limbs entwined and scented the musky odor of sex in the air, he knew damn well what his brother had been up to.

  Bronsin saw him and grinned over the top of Alicia’s head. Stedman moved further into the room and looked at the flush on her cheeks.

  “Shouldn’t you be resting and not expending more energy?” He directed the question to his brother but watched with fascination when Alicia’s cheeks turned a deeper pink color. She glanced up at him then shyly looked away.

  “It’s my fault.”

  “What is, baby?”

  “Uh, this.” She used a hand to indicate their entwined bodies.

  “Yeah, sure,” he replied laconically.

  “It’s true,” she sighed, her gaze once more connecting with his. “I decided to take matters into my own hands, so to speak.”

  She was looking at him with a touch of belligerence, her chin lifted up.

  “So are you going to tell me?” Stedman sat on the edge of the bed close to her hip.

  “I was so worried about Bronsin that I decided to see if I could get him to wake up.”

  “Hmm, and how did you manage this amazing feat?”

  “You’d be better off asking her to show you,” Bronsin said with a wicked grin.

  “That good, huh?”

  “Better.”

  “So, are you gonna show me, baby?”

  “Not right now.”

  Bronsin, however, was more obliging. He knocked on Stedman’s mental shield. When Stedman lowered it, Bronsin sent him images of what Alicia had done to wake him up. Stedman went hard instantly.

  Bronsin couldn’t stop grinning. Sneaky bastard.

  Alicia started to shift away, pulling the top sheet with her.

  “Not so fast, Alicia.” Stedman rose to his feet and clasped her upper arms with his hands. “Give me some sugar first.”

  “Some what?”

  “He wants a kiss, darlin’.” Bronsin chuckled.

  “Oh.”

  Stedman bent down and planted his lips on hers. He let her control the kiss, wanting to see if she would be as feisty with him as she had been with his brother. He was rock hard and aching but didn’t want to push her if she wasn’t ready for more loving.

  She clasped the sides of his head between her small hands and licked along his lips. Oh yeah, she was perfect for them. He opened up and let her slip her tongue into his mouth and then captured it between his lips and suckled on it.

  The little whimpering sounds she made caused his cock to jerk in his pants and pre-cum to leak from the tip. If he wasn’t careful he was going to shoot off like a wet-behind-the-ears adolescent. He let her play for a while, and when she lifted her head and would have pulled away, he snagged her around the waist and pulled her up against him.

  “I love your sugar, baby. You taste real sweet.” Angling his head, he kissed her with a rapacious hunger and then finally let her go when they were both panting heavily. “Go get your shower, Alicia, then we can all go to the main house for dinner.”

  He slapped her lightly on the ass as she passed by. Her head whipped around, and she glared at him. Stedman held in his laughter until the shower turned on.

  “You lucky bastard. Was it as good as we expected?”

  “No. It was way better. She may be shy at times, but inside she’s a real wildcat.”

  “Shit,” Stedman groaned. “I’d better wait out in the living room or we’ll never get dinner. By the way, don’t you ever fucking do that again. You scared the shit out of us.”

  “Sorry. Believe me, I don’t want to, but I could feel them, bro. I just knew that if I kept my shields down I would be able to find them.”

  “We were damn lucky that one of those women was able to broadcast to you, and we’re damn lucky you’re such a good empath. But don’t risk your own health like that again.”

  “I can’t promise not to save someone again that way if I can. I know you would have done the same.”

  “Yeah, ain’t that the truth. I am so sick of this shit.” Stedman pulled the chair beside the bed and sat. “Anybody filled you in yet?”

  “You’re the first to show up. Did the women we rescued tell us anything?”

  “Not much more than we already knew. They both went to see a Dr. Jones in Miles City. A couple of days later, they were abducted by men in balaclavas and sunglasses. We’ve got the details on Jones’s appearance, but no one else.” Stedman’s mouth firmed. “If that’s the only Dr. Jones.”

  “What about the information we got from the clinic in Miles City?”

  “Weirdest thing. It led us to another town in Montana, then to Billings.” He gave Bronsin a nod of acknowledgment. “And finally to that barn.”

  “And Jones?”

  “Nowhere to be found.”

  Bronsin considered this. “If they wanted us to find the women, why lead us all over the damn state? And if they didn’t want us to find them, why leave all these clues? The smugglers have never been sloppy before.”

  “They must have new leadership now. Maybe they’re not as organized.” Stedman shook his head grimly. “I don’t think that’s the whole story, though.”

  The reference to leadership tripped Bronsin’s memory. “Did anybody ask the congressman if he knows what’s going on? He might have more information that they didn’t get out of him.”

  “Coulter had the same thought, but we can’t even go and talk to him.”

  “Why not?”

  “He was murdered.”

  “Fuck! Didn’t they have him in a top-security prison?”

  “Yeah. Maybe the guards were bought off, or one of them was ordered to kill him. We probably won’t find out. But it’s proof that these people are still organized.”

  Which meant, Bronsin thought, that their trail of evidence all over Montana didn’t make any sense. He let out a sigh of frustration as his brother stood up. “How the hell are we going to find these fuckers and end it if we don’t know who’s running the show?”

  “That’
s a question I would like very much to be able to answer.” Stedman headed for the door. “Hurry up and get dressed. Dinner is waiting.”

  * * * *

  Alicia was so glad to have Bronsin back that she was reluctant to leave dinner even after she’d finished. But Wolf said he wanted to check her hand, and she looked forward to receiving the all clear from him. They went into the living room so he had more room to work.

  Wolf seemed pleased with the pace of her healing and told her the stitches could come out in a few days.

  Though he returned to the dining room, Alicia was craving fresh air after spending the whole day inside worrying over Bronsin, so instead of following Wolf, she moved toward the front door and went outside.

  She walked around the timber decking and glanced inside. When she caught Ward’s eye, she indicated she was going to the corrals. It was still light out, but it wouldn’t be for much longer. The sky was already changing color and the sunlight was waning. She breathed deeply and felt her head clear. Because she was eager to start working with the horses, she decided to go into the stable and visit with them. Her favorite mount, Starlight, stuck her head over the stall door and snorted.

  “Hey, girl, have you had any exercise today? I bet you’re just as eager as I am for a good run.” Starlight snuffled her velvety nose against her hand and blew softly as if in agreement. All of a sudden and without any explanation the horse startled and skittered back from her.

  Alicia half turned when she caught movement in her periphery. Before she had completely caught her balance, she heard a grunt behind her.

  Pain exploded across the back of her head. Crying out, Alicia stumbled forward. Her feet tangled in a coil of rope on the stable floor. She felt herself falling.

  Her head hit the corner of the stall door on her way down and her vision swam. Her hands connected hard with the floor of the stable. Something clattered to the floor not far away. Struggling to stay conscious, she looked up to see an unfamiliar man running out the barn doors.

  I need to tell someone. Her mouth didn’t seem to be working, though. All she could do was kneel on the floor, looking with mute surprise at the pitchfork lying nearby. The intruder had dropped it as he ran. He had hit her with the pitchfork?