Avenging Angel [Tales from the Lyon's Den 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Covington

  Clint hadn’t realized exactly where Ramón’s thoughts had gone. His partner was one stoic son of a gun. He took up Marcia’s other hand and kissed it, and then gave her a grin. “It looked like you were holding your own with that guy you were fighting when we found you.”

  “I had the pleasure of sparring with Marcia a few days ago,” Christopher said. “Let me tell you, she can hold her own when she gets in the zone.”

  “We’re more sorry than we can say that you were abducted.” Clint directed his comment not only to Marcia but to Daisy.

  “But all four of us are proud as hell that you did what you needed to do—and that was stay alive.” Ramón chuckled. “That’s not to say we won’t all be a bit obsessive over your safety for the next little while.”

  “I want you to be obsessive.” Marcia surprised them both when she kissed their hands in turn. “This time, I never got to that dark place because, this time, I had something wonderful to live for. I had to do what my Doms expected of me, and I kept in the center of my thoughts that, when it was over, I’d to be able to do just this—be between you both.”

  “You were all we really thought about,” Daisy said. She laid her head on Christopher’s shoulder and held Rory’s hand in hers. “Are you okay, Sir?”

  “I was okay the moment you stepped inside the apartment.” Rory reached over and stroked her cheek.

  “So, Torres is in custody?” Marcia asked. “It’s over?”

  There really hadn’t been time yet to fill everyone in. Clint looked over at Joe Grant. He wouldn’t be the one to give any updates, simply because there hadn’t been time to debrief with the Special Agent in Charge.

  Grant nodded. “He is in federal custody. Thanks to Ramón managing to fix his transmitter just in time, we recorded Torres telling Ramón and Clint where he had you women taken. That, along with the sworn statements of the driver of the stolen vehicle and Craig Gilbert, who was in the passenger seat, is more than enough to have Sérgio Torres charged with two counts of kidnapping.”

  “Craig Gilbert? He’s the man who wore the hood? Isn’t he one of your team members?” Marcia looked to Ramón.

  “We saw him get shot.” Daisy said.

  “Yes, to both of those questions.” Joe looked as grim as Clint had ever seen him. “He’s going to survive, but his career is done, and he’ll be enjoying a long stay in federal prison. Apparently, Torres had something on the man. We don’t have all the details yet.”

  “There were a couple of other surprises, as well,” Ramón said. “One of the cops with the HPD that we weren’t sure about turned out to be part of their vice squad, working undercover to try and get evidence on Torres.”

  “And the man who was working for him, the man going by the name of Lance Kramer?” Clint asked of Joe. “Did we ever find out what branch of the government he works for?”

  Joe chuckled. “I asked, but he said something about if he told me, he’d have to kill me.”

  Marcia shook her head. “All this attention on one slimy bad guy.”

  “All this attention, indeed.” It didn’t surprise Clint that Joe said nothing more on the subject. “It’s going to take us a few days, possibly weeks, to clean up this mess. Oh, and Peter did get some very good information from his contact in Mexico.” He looked over at Clint and Ramón. “Tomorrow afternoon, there’s going to be raid on that house in Brandy. The DEA will be in charge, but I’ll want you both there.”

  The afternoon would mean getting a very early start for the drive south. Clint looked over at Ramón.

  “Yes, sir. We’ll be there.” Then he turned his gaze to Marcia. “I guess that means an early night for us. We should be on our way.”

  Marcia’s expression let them know just how much she wanted to be alone with them. Clint enjoyed spending time with the Lyonses, but he really wanted to be alone with his sub. And he knew Ramón felt the exact same way.

  * * * *

  Marcia knew her Doms needed to be in charge of this, but she couldn’t help herself. Because she sensed that his need was the greatest, she leapt into Ramón’s arms the moment they were inside their apartment. When, as she’d hoped, she felt Clint against her back, she finally let go.

  Marcia didn’t know she was going to cry so hard. She’d cried more since she’d met these two men than she had in all of her life before them. Was it weakness or strength? She thought maybe the latter instead of the former. She felt safe to cry, to release the tension that had built up since the moment the limo had shot into the street, leaving the men behind.

  Ramón’s arms wrapped her in, securing her. Clint’s hands, stroking her head and shoulders, soothed. The combination was exactly what she needed. And through her tears, through the sobbing, her words erupted.

  “I was so scared. At first, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even think. As soon as the car shot forward I understood what was happening, but there was a part of me that just couldn’t believe it really was happening.”

  “Come, mi ángel. There’s a much better place for this conversation.” Ramón carried her into the bedroom. They didn’t fuss over her tears, which continued to fall. They didn’t fuss at all.

  They simply got her naked, stripped themselves down to their skin, and put her into the king-sized bed snuggled tight between them. It was, Marcia thought, her very favorite place in the world to be.

  They let her cry. Ramón handed her some tissues, and they held her close. Soft, bass sounds of comfort became a lullaby that eased her terror and calmed her fears.

  Finally, when her sobs morphed to hiccups, when her tears were spent, she simply snuggled in and absorbed the pure grace of being in this bed, with these men.

  “I agreed to the chip to ease your mind, Ramón. I never actually thought he’d try to kidnap me. Thank you. Because of you, I’m here.”

  “I knew, when you said yes, it was for me. I couldn’t even be certain if my fear was based on this situation or on the past.” He kissed the top of her head. “And Joe understood, apparently, that was exactly what I would do with the damn thing. He not only wasn’t surprised, he already had teams of men—some of his gazillion cousins from Lusty—with receivers out spanning the city, ready. He told me just before we left Chris’s earlier that he’d been certain if Torres was going to make that move it would be tonight.”

  “Because you were supposed to meet with him tomorrow?”

  “Yeah.” Ramón exhaled, and Marcia realized that, like her, he, too, was less tense. “Torres liked to think he was in control of everything, and I never treated him like anything other than the thug he truly was. My attitude pushed him to find a means to be able to put me in what he considered to be my place.”

  “You should have seen this badass, darlin’, when we confronted the son of a bitch.” Clint’s words reverberated against her shoulder when he kissed her there. “He was Rambo and the Terminator all rolled into one. Icy as a day in February in Alaska, that was our Ramón tonight. If I didn’t know better, I’d have sworn he was a true villain.”

  “I considered that scene the grand finale of my undercover career.”

  “Grand finale?” Marcia knew the case against Torres was over. She knew Ramón had gone after the man for her—to avenge her. He’d left off chasing after the ones who’d kidnapped and murdered his sister in order to keep her safe. Surely now that Torres was behind bars, he’d go back to seeking his vengeance?

  She eased back and met his gaze.

  “Yes. My grand finale. I’ll tell Joe tomorrow that I’m done with deep undercover work.”

  “But…what about…”

  He didn’t give her a chance to finish. He covered her lips, gently, with his finger. “Mi ángel, I have very recently discovered what I consider to be a sacred truth. A person can either live life in the shadow of what was or can reach to seize what is. If you could let go of all that had happened to you in your life and give us the chance to be your Doms—if you could submit to us without reservation—how could I do any less but
to turn away from my vengeance and choose you? Choose life?”

  Her tears fell anew, but these were good tears. “I love you, Ramón Estévez. With all that I am, I love you.”

  “Damn, partner. That’s a hell of a gutsy choice you made. I’m proud of you.”

  Ramón said nothing for a long moment, just gently wiped at the moisture on her face. She watched him look over her at Clint. Then he fixed his gaze back on hers again. “I think it’s time for your Doms to claim you between them. Don’t you?”

  Her heart sped up, her nipples hardened, and her pussy became damp. “Yes, please. There’s nothing I want more than to have you both inside me at the same time.”

  Clint moved, and she heard the slide of the bedside table drawer. Then he kissed her shoulder again and handed her a condom. “Put that on me, subbie.”

  He used that tone of voice she loved, the one that formed half of the safety net of her world. No longer focused on what they’d all just come through, Marcia moved and pulled the blankets off her and Ramón.

  Clint lay down and reached up and ran his hand down her body, caressing her right breast. “Are you wet for me, Marcia?”

  Marcia felt her smile bloom, wide and free. “I’m always wet for you, Sir.”

  They’d said, many times, that she didn’t have to call them “Sir.” And yet, when she did, the emotion on their faces told her it was a title they both liked hearing from her lips.

  “Then straddle me, subbie. I want your hands on my cock, and then I want you to take my cock inside your hungry little pussy.”

  Clint groaned when she used both hands to ensure the latex was well in place. When she moved up, to take him in, his hands spanned her waist and he lifted her, helping her to get in the right position. She balanced herself, one hand on his chest, the other guiding his hard shaft to her slit. She shivered at the first sensation of his hot erection sliding through her juices. It was her turn to groan as she took him in, as his cock pushed inside her, stretching her, filling her.

  “You feel so good inside me.” The tears were done, but her emotions stayed near the surface. Her voice caught, and she closed her eyes. Focusing on the pleasure, she pushed all the past pain, and all the recent fear, far, far away.

  There was only this moment and only these men.

  She moved on him, taking a slow, deep rhythm, and as she rode him, she squeezed her pelvic floor muscles. His sigh of satisfaction felt like the highest praise in the world.

  Ramón left the bed for a moment to grab his own supplies from the bedside table. Then he ran his hand down her back. “Lie down on him, querida. It’s time for me to join this party.”

  Marcia shivered but complied. She felt the presence of Ramón’s hand on her ass, parting her cheeks. The sensations as he spread the lube, coating her anus and then pushing inward with his strong fingers, made her body shiver and her womb clench.

  “She’s loving your attention, amigo. Her pussy just grabbed my cock and became even wetter.”

  “I’m loving this myself,” Ramón said.

  Other women might resent being talked about in the third person, but Marcia found it sexy as hell. These two virile men were focused on her, sharing verbally what she was doing for each of them.

  Then Ramón withdrew the single finger he’d pushed inside her, added more lube and then a second finger with the first. The burning as he fucked those fingers in and out of her ass was real, turned sharp, and simply made every erogenous zone she had vibrate with pleasure.

  When he withdrew his fingers and moved in behind her, she whimpered, the sound the only way she had to let them know how much she wanted this.

  “Relax, pequeña, and let me inside your ass.”

  The heat of his cock against her opening felt sexier than anything. He pushed, stretching her, the burning morphed to pain, and she pushed back in response. She could swear her clit was quivering, ready to go off like Fourth of July fireworks. He pushed and pushed, and then, yes, his cockhead slid inside her.

  “Oh, yes. Oh, Dios, yes! You feel so damn good.”

  “Your pussy just tightened like a fist, subbie. So hot and so good.”

  They began to move in tandem inside her, a rhythm that sent her higher and higher still. Clint pushed in, and Ramón eased out, and then they reversed those motions. They took her, together ensuring that she stayed full of cock—full of their possession. Over and over they fucked her, and Marcia found that place, that wonderful subspace where she simply let go of everything and allowed them complete control of her body. Her emotions climbed with her arousal, and she welcomed every second, every thrust, every demand.

  “I won’t last,” Ramón warned.

  “You’re not alone,” Clint said. “Baby, your pussy is so tight. We’re both close.”

  She welcomed the chance to beg, needing them both so much. “Fuck me. Please, Masters, fuck me. I’m so close…”

  Gasping breath, grasping flesh, her Masters showed her just how much she belonged to them and just how pleased they were it was so. Marcia was completely at the mercy of what they gave her, and what they gave her pushed her arousal up and up, higher and higher, until ecstasy erupted from her, showering her with the sweetest, hottest pleasure she’d ever imagined. Their grunts and the pulsing of their cocks within the clasp of her body let her know this was a journey they all three took together.

  Rapture remade her, giving her pleasure, yes, but it was more than that, more than the physical and greater than the temporary. Here, in this moment, and between these men, she felt loved and cherished.

  Here, she was whole, and she was home.

  Chapter 22

  “Sí. This is the place.” Consuela Lopez seemed on the verge of tears, the tremors that racked her visible to them all. She inhaled deeply and squared her shoulders. “There are two rooms down that hall with padlocks on the doors.” She hadn’t taken her gaze off the filthy mattress in the center of the room as she pointed toward a hall.

  “I have to ask you for the record, Miss Lopez, if you’re certain?” Clint kept his voice quiet. Not another person spoke.

  Beside him, Ramón sensed the tension in Marcia. Their woman knew the kind of emotional turmoil the young woman was under. He could feel her struggle to stand back and not wrap Consuela in her arms.

  Consuela looked up and met Clint’s gaze. “Sí, Sargent Parrish. I am certain.” She licked her lips and pointed at a bloodstain near the edge of the mattress, a stain that had turned to rust. “You will do your DNA testing and discover that is mine, made when that hijo de perro raped me.” Her words never hitched, though her tone had lowered.

  What kind of courage did it take to be a young woman, revisiting the scene of her rape, and pointing out genetic evidence?

  Ramón noticed the way Mac’s features had gone to stone. He hoped Clint’s friend would stand with this good woman, even after the investigation had closed.

  “Thank you, Miss Lopez.” Clint cleared his throat. “At this time, all those who are not actively involved with the investigation must vacate the crime scene so the forensic team can begin its work.”

  Ramón held fast to Marcia’s hand and led her outside. She inhaled deeply as soon as they were in the fresh air.

  “I’m going to go hug Consuela.”

  Ramón leaned down and kissed her, lightly. “You have a good heart, mi ángel.”

  Marcia shook her head. “That was me not that many years ago. I remember stripping my bed and flipping the mattress because I couldn’t bear to see that stain.”

  She left him and went over to the young woman currently seeking solace in Mac’s arms. After a moment, Patrick MacGyver released Consuela and joined him on the small lawn just shy of the porch steps.

  “I feel so fucking powerless.” The man kept his voice low. “I don’t know where she gets her strength, I really don’t.”

  “That’s easy. I believe a lot of it came from you. You didn’t turn her in when you found her, and you didn’t judge her for what had h
appened to her. You accepted her and tended her and you’re helping her to heal. She trusts you, or else I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t have agreed to come here today.”

  “She told me that she would only come here if I came with her.” He watched the two women—Marcia talking and Consuela, head down, listening. Then Marcia enfolded the younger woman in her arms, and even from here, Ramón could see they were both crying.

  “Your woman is special,” Mac said. “She has the words I don’t, words Consuela needs right now.”

  Ramón nodded. It wasn’t his place to tell the other man how well Marcia could empathize. Any kind of additional information would have to come from her.

  “I haven’t told her about my request to Immigration,” Mac said.

  “Under the circumstances, I don’t believe there’s going to be a problem. Consuela’s testimony, I believe, is going to prove to be vital.” Especially if the report they’d received from the DEA agent in Mexico was true. That, they’d know in a matter of hours.

  “Good. The sooner her younger sisters and brothers arrive here, the sooner she’ll put this behind her. I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that woman and those children are never hurt again.”

  “You know what you should do, what you want to do.”

  “I can’t ask that sweet young woman to tie herself to a man who’s nearly twice her age.”

  Ramón raised one eyebrow. “If it’s what you want, you should at least give Consuela the chance to say yes or no. After her family is here and after you court her.”

  Ramón recognized the look in Mac’s eyes as he looked at Consuela. Not just a hunger, but a yearning. The man thought himself not good enough for Consuela, and Ramón could certainly relate. That was how he’d felt about Marcia, until he’d come to his senses.

  But that was Mac’s path to walk—his and Consuela’s. “Whatever you choose, I wish you nothing but the best. We’re going to try and ensure that Consuela’s written testimony is enough, that she will not need to appear in court. Someone will be in touch when the statement is ready for her to read and sign.”