One for Three [Elite Dragons 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “What are you doing?” she asked in a whisper.

  “We are going to make love with you, baby. If you don’t want this, you’d better tell us now.”

  Brooke didn’t answer and didn’t stop him when he pulled her sweater up over her head. She lowered her arms and held them still at her sides. It was one of the hardest things she had ever done. She wanted to stay mad at him because he had been so unreasonable. But at the same time, she wanted to reach up and pull his sweater off and rip his shirt open and then run her hands over the skin of his chest.

  She held her breath when he moved in closer to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. He slowly lowered his head. He didn’t move, just stared into her eyes with such an aching need that she felt her body going up in flames. She sighed as she released her held breath and her eyes slid closed. She leaned into him with acquiescence, her body going soft with desire and acceptance.

  Coulter opened his mouth over hers and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, opening up when his tongue slid along the seam of her flesh and groaning as he slipped inside. His tongue slid along hers and curled around it, moaning and responding. She shifted slightly when she felt two sets of hands on her. They began to remove her clothes. She didn’t know whose hands were where, and she didn’t care as long as they divested her of her clothing. Brooke needed to feel their palms on her flesh with nothing in between to hamper the sensations. She whimpered with frustrated desire when Coulter lifted his head and looked at her. Fire burned in his eyes and she tried to cling to him when he moved her slightly away from his body.

  Her long-sleeved shirt was whisked up over her head, and her jeans were pulled from her hips. She stood before them clad in her own underwear and hoped they liked what they saw. She had never thought she was anything special, but from the way the three men were looking at her, they liked her body.

  Coulter moved and picked her up into his arms. He carried her a few steps and lowered her onto the middle of the bed. He kept her eyes locked to his as he removed his clothes. She let her eyes wander up and down his length of his body, taking in his muscular frame. He was built and was so strong. She could see his muscles rippling under his skin as he moved. He shoulders were wide, his pecs bulging, and his abs ripped. He had long legs and solid thighs, and he was very aroused. Her eyes snapped back up to his cock, and she bit her lip when she saw his size. His cock stood straight up, close to his belly, reaching to his navel, and he was very thick.

  At the sound of rustling at the end of the bed, Brooke looked over to Trace and Corbin just as they dropped the last of their clothes. When he was nude, Corbin’s wide, brawny shoulders were on full display. As her gaze traveled down the most muscular Thornell, she gasped at the superlative length of his throbbing erection. The sight of another impressive erection caught her eye, and she slid her gaze to Trace. Her breath caught at the sight of the widest cock she’d ever seen, a formidable weapon for any man. She lifted her eyes and bit her lip as all three brothers moved toward her.

  These three men had been blessed in the penis department. Even though she was sexually inexperienced, she had seen photos and heard other women talk. Oh goodness. What have I gotten myself into?

  Chapter Seven

  Coulter got onto the bed at Brooke’s side and kissed her. He couldn’t get enough of her sweet mouth and her delectable little body. Since earlier that afternoon when he and his brothers had brought her pleasure, he had yearned to get his mouth and hands back on her and wanted to bury his cock into her wet cunt. He explored every inch of her mouth with his tongue until he had to break the kiss to breathe. He was satisfied by her passion-glazed, lust-filled eyes and heavy breathing. She wanted them just as much as they wanted her.

  He kissed his way down her neck, licked his way over her breasts and between them, and then slid his tongue down her torso and belly. Nudging her thighs apart with one of his, he moved between her legs, as Corbin and Trace climbed on the bed at her sides. He watched Brooke’s face as he lowered his head. He flicked his tongue out over the top of her clit and grasped her hips as she bucked, holding her still, gliding his tongue through her folds and thrusting it in and out of her pussy. Her head pushed deeper into the pillow, and she moaned out her pleasure.

  Coulter swapped places with Trace because his brother looked at Brooke’s mound like a starving man. He thought it only fair since he had already tasted her juices earlier today. Palming one of her breasts, he suckled on her nipple while Corbin kissed her and Trace began to lick her.

  Trace sounded like an animal in heat as he growled and lapped up Brooke’s juices. Coulter’s cock jerked at the sight of his brother licking their woman’s pussy, and he couldn’t wait until they could all fuck her together. They were going to have to prepare her ass before they could make love with her at the same time. Brooke whimpered when Trace began to push a finger into her cunt. Coulter laved over her nipple and grazed it with his teeth as he watched his brother. He had never felt so connected with his brothers or a woman before and knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was the one woman meant for them. He didn’t want her leaving. The thought sent stabs of pain piercing his heart. Trace looked up at that moment, and as he gazed intently at Brooke, Coulter knew his brother felt the same. His body language and the look on his face screamed of possessiveness and love. His fingers traced up and down Brooke’s spread thighs, lightly dancing over the creamy flesh, and his jaw dropped in awe as his gaze traveled up her body and connected with her sparkling eyes.

  Coulter moved his eyes to Corbin to see the same enthralled look of love on his younger brother’s face.

  “Why did you stop?” Brooke cried.

  “Easy, baby, we’re just beginning. We’ll give you what you want,” Coulter replied as his brothers traded places.

  Corbin dove for Brooke’s cunt and devoured her. She must have liked what he was doing to her because her hips arched up and she cried out. Corbin moved a hand from her pelvis, and then he pushed into her sheath. He thrust in and out of her wet pussy, the slurping of her cunt reaching Coulter’s ears as his brother finger-fucked her. Coulter leaned on his arm and caressed her breast with the other hand. He pinched her nipple and smiled when she whimpered.

  “Send her over, Corb,” Coulter said and placed his hand on Brooke’s belly, just above her mound. Corbin would have pushed Brooke to the edge of reason if he hadn’t stepped in. And as much as he would love to hear their woman beg, he didn’t want to push Brooke too hard just yet. Her stomach quivered and tautened, and he knew she was about to climax. He moved his hand in soothing circles on her lower abs, but also added gentle pressure and sucked her nipple back into his mouth. He looked at Brooke’s face just as she went over. Her mouth gaped open, and the muscles in her face went from tight to slack. Her whole body quivered and shook, and he could feel her womb contracting beneath his hand. He released her nipple with a pop, and as Corbin moved away, he shifted to kneel between her splayed thighs.

  Coulter drew in close to Brooke and groaned when his dick connected with her wet cunt. Bracing himself over her on his arms, he began to push in. He clenched his jaw at the sensation of the soft, wet, delicate skin of her pussy stretching and separating when the head of his cock penetrated her. He held still a moment, making sure he gave her enough time to adjust to his intrusion. He gripped her hips when she thrust up against him, trying to get him in deeper. He held her hips more securely so she couldn’t move too far and hurt herself as he eased in another inch, and then another.

  Sweat beaded on his body as he held himself on a tight leash. The urge to plunge forward until he was inside her depths was nearly more than he could stand, and he had to grind his teeth as he forged his way into her pussy. He held still when he was halfway inside her and groaned as her cunt gripped and released his erection.

  “Are you okay, baby?” Coulter asked, and moisture pricked at the back of his eyes as he fully realized the sheer magnitude of this moment. “I want this to be per
fect for you.”

  Through gasping breaths, she said, “It is. It’s perfect, and I want nothing more than to be with you. I just…”

  “What, baby?”

  “It’s too much. You’re too big. You won’t fit.”

  He smiled at her innocence and pushed forward a bit. “I will, but you’re so fucking tight. Try and relax for me. The last thing I want do is hurt you.”

  “Shh, darlin’. Just relax. It will fit. Your body was made for us, Brooke. Take deep breaths. Good girl,” Trace said, and Coulter was thankful his brother was trying to keep their woman calm.

  Coulter growled when she relaxed even more and he slid in the rest of the way. “Oh damn, baby. You are so hot and wet. You’re tighter than a fist,” Coulter groaned out.

  He drew his hips back, his cock sliding almost all the way out, and then he surged forward until his balls touched her ass. He repeated the action over and over, increasing the speed of his pumping hips. Coulter had never felt such bliss before. He wanted to make love with Brooke until neither of them could walk. He loved the sounds she made as he slid in and out of her tight, wet cunt. Her pussy gripped him so tightly he was in danger of exploding before she did, and that he just couldn’t allow.

  Pushing himself up with his arms and kneeling between her thighs, he gripped her hips and pulled her tightly against his crotch. She clenched around him, and he growled, feeling his balls draw up. He moved one of his hands from her pelvis and touched her clit with a finger. She arched up, and he gained more depth. He wasn’t going to last. He hadn’t had so little restraint since he was a green, wet-behind-the-ears teenager. Massaging her little clit and pulling back, Coulter thrust forward again. He advanced and retreated, his cock heating as the walls of her pussy increased the friction on his dick.

  Coulter could feel her internal walls rippling around his erection constantly now and knew Brooke was close to climax. He surged forward again, harder, faster, deeper, and she keened in the back of her throat. His own groan came as she screamed. Her pussy clamped down on him hard.

  He didn’t let up on the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit, but continued to massage her little button as she contracted around his cock, again and again. The tingle at the base of his spine spread, heating his blood further. It spread around to his cock and balls. He growled just before his balls crawled right up into his body, and then he roared, jerking inside her. He spilled his load and held still as her cunt milked his balls, continuing to ripple and flex around his cock.

  Coulter knew in that moment that he never wanted to let her go. She was theirs, and he intended to keep her. She had crawled her way into his heart without him even being aware she was doing it. He looked at her as the last shudder left her body and knew he was irrevocably in love for the first time in his life. He carefully withdrew his softening cock from her body, leaned over, and kissed her. She was so sexy. Her body was relaxed with satiation, and her eyes were still slightly glazed over with passion. Her hair was a wild halo around her head, and her skin was flushed. He lifted his head and moved off the bed.

  Coulter was back in moments with a warm, damp cloth. He wiped Brooke’s pussy of their combined juices. He cursed when he saw slight pink tinges on the washcloth.

  “How are you feeling, baby? Are you all right? Are you sore?” Coulter asked.

  “Umm, I’m okay,” Brooke practically whispered, and he had to lean forward to hear her.

  “You didn’t answer me, Brooke. Are you sore?” he repeated.

  “A little,” she replied.

  “Corbin, go run a bath,” Coulter commanded. He leaned over and took Brooke’s chin in between his thumb and index finger so she had to look him in the eye and couldn’t look away. “If I ask you how you feel, Brooke, it’s because I want to know the truth. You don’t have to hide anything from me. Understood?”

  “Yes.” He was pleased to see her expression relax almost at once.

  “Good. Now let Trace and Corbin help clean you up. The warm water will help stop your muscles from tightening up and will soothe your sore pussy.” Trace picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, and Coulter followed. He stepped into the shower and kept an eye on Brooke as his brothers saw to her needs. She was going to have to learn that he and his brothers were the ones in control. Especially in the bedroom. He knew she would learn what they expected from her and that he wasn’t about to relent. He was so used to being in control, and he knew he would never be able to hand the reins over to anyone else, except maybe his brothers. Out of the three of them he was the most dominant, and Trace was close behind him. Corbin could be just as aggressive, but his younger brother liked to use humor to get what he wanted. And Coulter had been surprised to realize Corbin’s way worked just as well as giving commands.

  The three brothers complemented each other. What one lacked, the others’ personalities covered. They worked well together. Coulter knew there was more than enough variety between the three of them for one woman. He only hoped that Brooke thought so as well.

  * * * *

  Trace scooped Brooke up into his arms and carried her to the adjoining bathroom. His cock was so hard that it was constantly leaking pre-cum. He wanted to pick her up and impale her on his dick, but he couldn’t do that because he would hurt her, and that was one thing he didn’t want to do. He knew she was tender after having Coulter in her pussy. He wasn’t blind. He had seen the blood on the cloth after his brother had cleaned Brooke up. He stepped into the large spa bath and sank down into the warm water, pulling her onto his lap. He barely held in a groan when her butt and hips came down on his throbbing erection. He smiled when he heard her sigh of relief.

  Trace poured bath gel onto a sponge, sighing his pleasure as she relaxed and rested her head on his shoulder. After washing her and himself, he gathered Brooke in his arms and lifted her out of the tub. Corbin stood with a towel in his arms, ready to receive her and gently pat her dry. Anxiety clenched at Trace’s insides as he watched Brooke’s delicate form in Corbin’s arms. He hoped they hadn’t been too rough or harsh for her. He took her hand and led her back to the bedroom and helped her onto the bed. He climbed on after her and made sure she was comfortable.

  “How are you feeling now, darlin’?” Trace asked.

  “I’m good.”

  “You’re not too sore, are you?”

  “No,” she whispered, and her cheeks turned pink. I want more.”

  She sounded like she scarcely believed it herself, but he wasn’t about to argue.

  “Let me know if I hurt you in any way, Brooke,” Trace stated firmly then leaned down over her and took her mouth beneath his. He saw her eyes widen slightly as he moved in, and her breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t push him away. He opened his mouth, and she reciprocated. He slid his tongue in between her teeth and stroked it against hers. He loved the taste of her mouth and the way she responded to him so uninhibitedly. Once her body took over from her mind, their little Brooke was a bit of a wild woman. He loved that about her. She was so sweet and innocent, yet her responses were so passionate.

  He nipped at her lip and then drew her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on her and loved how she whimpered with desire. He released her tongue and followed it back into her mouth. He tasted every nook and cranny until he had to slow the kiss down and finally stop so they could both breathe.

  He bent down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking over the hard peak with his tongue. He released her tip and licked his way down over her stomach. He kissed the top of her mound and laved her clit until she bucked beneath him with renewed passion.

  Trace sat up and moved off the bed, pulling her with him. He sat on the edge and pulled her over his lap until she was straddling his thighs, facing him. He placed his hands at her waist and lifted her until his cock kissed against her wet folds. He gazed into her eyes and slowly lowered her onto his hard dick. She was wet, but not wet enough for his massive cock, so he looked over at Corbin, who was now lying on the bed watch
ing them.

  “Get the lube,” Trace rasped. He lifted her up and held her suspended above him.

  Trace heard her whimper and saw her belly contract as Corbin slicked her pretty little cunt with lube. Corbin pumped his fingers into her pussy a few times, making sure Brooke was plenty wet enough, and also for his own enjoyment.

  “Okay,” Corbin growled.

  Trace lowered Brooke onto his hard rod once more and sighed as her hot, wet flesh separated and he began to penetrate her. He groaned as she enveloped him like a glove would fit his fingers and palm. He loved that she dug her nails into his shoulders as he slowly eased his cock all the way into her depths. She clenched around him, and she sighed as her tense muscles relaxed.

  “Are you okay, darlin’?” Trace panted.

  “Yeah, but I want you to move,” Brooke commanded breathlessly.

  “I will, darlin’. I was just giving you time to adjust.”

  “I’m adjusted, now move!”

  “Not yet, honey,” Corbin said from behind Brooke. “I want you to stay still and relaxed. Do you think you can do that for me, Brooke?”

  “Why? What are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to stretch you, honey. Just breathe slowly and evenly and don’t clench up,” Corbin replied.

  Trace held on to Brooke’s hips. When she shrieked, he knew Corbin was slicking her little asshole with the lube. He wrapped his arms around her as she shivered, holding her tightly against his chest. He didn’t want her to move too much and inadvertently hurt herself.

  “Oh, my God. What are you doing?” Brooke wailed.

  “Shh, honey. Am I hurting you?” asked Corbin.

  “No.”

  “Do you like what I’m doing to you?” he asked.

  “I–I don’t know.”

  “Does it feel good, baby?” Trace asked in a deep, gravelly voice.