Van, Becca - The Love of Three [Elite Dragons 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

She squealed as they shuttled their cocks in and out of her pussy and ass at the same time. Her body was either totally full or nearly empty, except for the cock in her mouth. The internal walls of her pussy began to gather in on themselves, tighter and tighter until she was in danger of snapping. She sucked harder on Bronsin’s cock and reached between his legs to cup his balls. He growled, and the hand buried in her hair clutched tighter.

“I’m gonna come, darlin’.”

Alicia heard the warning but didn’t let up on him. She took him into her mouth as far as she could and placed a finger against his asshole while tickling his balls with the others. Bronsin roared as his cock expanded in her mouth, and then it jerked and pulsed as he shot his load of cum into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed continuously until finally, with a last sigh, he pulled his penis from her mouth and fell to the bed.

Stedman slammed his hips against hers just as Ward pounded into her ass. Alicia saw stars and screamed as the most powerful, rapturous orgasm washed over her body, making her shake and tremble with ecstasy.

A masculine yell joined her cry, and Stedman grabbed her hips, holding her still with his cock buried balls-deep in her cunt as he pumped her full of his cum. Ward bit her shoulder lightly and groaned with one last thrust. He froze behind her and shot semen into the depths of her ass.

Alicia’s arms and legs were trembling, and she was no longer able to hold herself up. She moved and would have slumped down onto Stedman with a thump but for the strong arm that wrapped around her waist with lightning-fast speed. Ward gently lowered her down onto his brother.

Ward kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “Love you, honey.”

Alicia grunted in response, her brain still too full of endorphins to be coherent, but that grunt turned to a groan when Ward gently withdrew from her body. Stedman wrapped two arms around her back and rolled them both onto their sides. His movement caused his softening penis to slip from her body, teasing her still-sensitive flesh.

Even though she wasn’t asleep, she wasn’t fully conscious either. Alicia was floating on a cloud of euphoria and satiation. When gentle hands lifted her leg and a warm washcloth cleaned her up, she didn’t protest. She smiled and snuggled closer to Stedman, kissing his shoulder and listening to his heartbeat. Finally she was where she was supposed to be, wrapped up in the love of three men.

Chapter Thirteen

Stedman’s phone trilled right in his ear. He jolted instantly awake but didn’t want to move. His arms were wrapped around Alicia, and it felt as though they’d fallen asleep mere minutes ago.

His training won out, though. He rolled over and read the text summoning him and his brothers to the living room of the main house. The time was just after 0100 hours.

That’s never good
. Even though he hated leaving Alicia alone in the house, he couldn’t disobey an order. When he looked up from the phone, he saw that Bronsin and Ward were already awake and on their feet. He and his brothers dressed quietly and rapidly, knowing without being told that something was drastically wrong. Stedman had a feeling that things were about to come to a head.

Giving one last longing look at Alicia, he nodded to his grim-faced brothers. After making sure the house was secure with the doors and windows locked and the alarm armed, they left. Stedman lowered his mental shield. He didn’t feel anyone out in the darkness, but he glanced toward Bronsin and asked quietly, “You feel him?”

Bronsin nodded. “Still here, but fuck if I know where.”

“Or who,” Ward added.

Coulter, Trace, and Corbin were waiting for them and had several pots of coffee ready. The rest of the team followed them into the main house. When they all had coffee mugs in hand, Coulter began to talk.

“We’ve had another alert. A woman has gone missing, and it matches the previous MO. As much as I hate to say it, we have to investigate and see if we can find her.”

“Where was she taken from?” Bronsin queried.

“Livingston, Montana.”

Stedman was pretty sure that was further west than Billings. And Billings was further west than Miles City. “So it’s close to the last two,” he said, “but further out than before.”

“It’s safe to assume that they know where we are,” Coulter said, “given the tracking devices. If they’re moving further off, it may mean that they’re running from us. On the other hand, we’ll have to move faster to catch up.”

Ward rubbed a hand over his face. “Did the alert come from our bosses?”

“Of course. And before you ask, Corbin’s checked out the higher-ups, as far as he can.”

“I haven’t found anything so far,” Corbin said, “but I have to be damn sneaky about it. They won’t like the idea that we’re checking up on them.”

“I don’t like leaving when there could be trouble here,” Bronsin said. “If we’re assuming that they know where we live, we can’t all walk away. Someone has to stay behind and protect the women.”

“We know,” Trace sighed. “We’ve already decided. Stedman, Ward, and Bronsin, you get to stay this time.”

“Are you sure?” Stedman inquired. “We know you don’t like leaving Brooke alone now that she’s pregnant.”

“No, we don’t,” Coulter said, “but we can’t expect to stay behind every time. That isn’t fair to the rest of you.”

“We understand, man.” Bronsin sighed and rose to his feet. “I wouldn’t want to be away from Alicia either.”

“We go within the hour,” Trace said. “Everyone is to stay in this house. No going to your own homes, and if you have any trouble, contact us immediately. We’ll turn back to protect our own first.”

Bronsin was shaking his head. “More than one team needs to stay.”

“You having one of your feelings again?” Stedman asked.

“Not exactly. It’s just common sense. We shouldn’t leave the stud undefended.”

“If two teams go and two teams stay,” Ward said, “the rescue won’t be impeded if there is trouble here.”

“That’s if the woman even exists,” Bronsin muttered.

“What?” Coulter snapped his head around and looked at Bronsin. “You think that this is all another setup, don’t you.”

“Yeah, I do. Divide and conquer. They know where we are and they know we’ll come running if we get an alert. We also have every reason to think there’s a turncoat among the higher-ups, someone who might have planted these orders.”

“But last time we had an alert, there really were two women who needed our help,” Lander said.

“He’s right,” Seton said. “Trap or no trap, we can’t sit on our hands if that woman really has been kidnapped.”

“Nonetheless, Bronsin makes a good point. We don’t want to leave the women vulnerable to an attack.”

“That settles it,” Trace said. “Teams two and four go, and the rest of us stay.”

“No doubt about it,” Coulter said, glancing at Bronsin. “I’d trust your gut any day.”

Seton, Wolf, Lander, Bryden, Linton, and Codi all rose to their feet. They were leaving in less than an hour and had to check weapons and vehicles. Seton looked back over his shoulder to Stedman. “We’re leaving our heart with you. Keep her safe.”

“You know we will, Seton,” Stedman replied.

“I know.” Seton left, closing the door quietly behind him.

Over the next forty minutes, the members of the Elite Dragons team secured empty houses, checked weapons and vehicles, and moved Janie and Alicia into the main house.

Within the hour, they were gone.

* * * *

The rest of the night passed peacefully, but Stedman was unsettled just like his brothers and team leaders.

He took one of the early morning watches and passed the entire time straining his eyes for some sight of their supposed intruder, without success. It was hard to forget Bronsin saying “divide and conquer.” Even with five of his teammates here, he felt as if they were vulnerable.

Teams two and four couldn’t get back soon enough, as far as he was concerned, but Livingston was a solid twelve-hour drive. They got a check-in during the middle of the morning but expected to hear nothing else until they’d found their quarry.

As they all sat down to lunch, a shiver of unease crawled over his senses. Coulter’s phone chose that moment to ring. He stood up, excusing himself, and walked into the kitchen to take the call. Stedman sat back from the table, craning his neck to see his leader and straining his ears over the women’s lively chatter to hear the conversation.

Alicia touched his arm. “What’s the matter?”

“Fuck!” Coulter exclaimed from the kitchen.

Everyone fell silent, looking to Coulter as he entered the dining room in two long strides. He ignored the phone in his hand. “There was an attack on teams two and four. They followed a lead to an abandoned warehouse. It was an ambush.”

Janie’s hands flew over her mouth. Brooke was squeezing her shoulder. “Are they okay?”

“Everybody’s fine.” Coulter’s eyes sought out Bronsin. “You were right. Divide and conquer. If they were attacked—”

A large explosion reverberated through the air, shaking the ground. Windows and dishes rattled, and the earth moved beneath their feet.

All the men’s heads turned to stare out the large windows in the dining room. Pushing to his feet, Stedman reached for his shoulder holster and took the pistol in hand.

Through the window, he saw flames shooting from the machinery shed just beyond the stables.

“Fuck! We have to get to the horses,” Stedman yelled. He and Ward were out the door with his team leaders on their heels.

* * * *

Bronsin stayed behind and locked up. He wasn’t leaving the women alone when trouble was on their doorstep. Glancing around the room, he saw the women were all pale with fear and worry for the men and horses. Even though he wanted to tell them everything would be all right, he couldn’t, because he wasn’t sure it was true.

“Get to the living room, close the drapes, and stay out of sight,” Bronsin ordered. He turned toward the dining room windows, intending to close the curtains. He made the mistake of dropping his mental shields at that moment. The ominous feeling of something being out of place was ten times stronger than before. Where he had felt only one vague presence before, he now felt half a dozen all-violent, calculating killers.

He had a moment of clarity in which he understood exactly what had happened. From the moment they set out to rescue the two women from that barn, they’d been playing into enemy hands. First the smugglers found their vehicles and planted listening and tracking devices on them. Then they put an agent in place to create chaos by hurting Alicia. Even the fact that the other teams had been lured so far away seemed like part of the strategy. Anything that took time and energy, anything that inconvenienced them or distracted them, was good for the enemy. Now they had been divided and were being attacked after the others had met with an ambush.

And now the final blow. They wanted not only to kill everyone here, Bronsin realized, but to destroy their buildings, their equipment, and their weapons. What they wanted was nothing short of total destruction of the Elite Dragons and everything they stood for.

“Bronsin!” Alicia screamed.

Turning toward her, he saw her staring at him with horror. Looking down, he noticed the small bead of red a fraction of a second before he leapt to the side. He wasn’t fast enough. Wood and glass exploded everywhere as excruciating pain radiated from his chest and up his arm. He felt himself falling, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. His vision blurred, and the last thing he saw before darkness pulled him under was the beautiful face of his angel.