One for Three [Elite Dragons 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van Page B

darlin’. We won’t let anything happen to you. We’ll catch you, Brooke. Ride it out. Come for us, Brooke.”
    Brooke screamed as her pelvic-floor muscles gathered into themselves and Trace thrust his tongue into her ear. She shattered. Her body shook and shuddered, and her cunt clenched and released, the rapid contractions forcing out more of her juices. She was vaguely aware of Coulter making growling sounds as he lapped up her cream and continued to fuck her with his finger. When the last ripple of bliss finally died away, Brooke dropped her head against the back of the sofa and sighed with contented satiation. She shivered one last time when Coulter gave her a final lick, and she sat there on the sofa in a boneless heap.
    “You are so fucking sexy, baby. I can’t wait to get my cock into that pretty little cunt,” he said in deep, rumbling voice.
    Brooke opened her eyes to look at him and could see his lips and chin glistening with her juices. The sexy bastard wiped his chin with his fingers and sucked them clean.
    “Delicious. You taste like a mixture of honey and salt. Come on, baby. Let’s get you dressed. The police will have arrived by now to take your statement,” Coulter informed her and helped her to her feet. He held her steady while Corbin and Trace dressed her. She glanced at their crotches and felt her just-satisfied body tingle with arousal. From what she could see, the men were huge. She averted her face and looked at the floor.
    “Look at me, Brooke,” Trace demanded intently, and she complied. “We will never hurt you, darlin’.”
    Brooke nodded but didn’t look away. She knew they wouldn’t hurt her. Not physically at least. She wasn’t so sure about her emotional welfare.
    “Let’s go to the kitchen, honey. The police will be waiting,” Corbin stated.
    The police . She followed him from the office, clutching his hand. The sensations she had just felt were already making her head spin, and her turmoil increased when she realized she would have to remember what she had been through. She didn’t want to do it, but she would. She wanted whoever had kidnapped her to be put into prison so they couldn’t hurt anyone else.
    She wasn’t doing it alone, either. From the way they stayed close to her, the Thornell brothers made it clear that they intended to stick by her while she gave her statement. Brooke was grateful. With these men behind her, she felt like she could get through anything. Brooke took in the two detectives sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping coffee and talking to Martha. Martha turned toward her, smiled, and got more mugs from the cupboard. “Why don’t y’all go take a seat at the table? I’ll bring the coffee over.”
    Brooke let Corbin seat her, and then he took the chair next to her. Trace sat on her other side, and Coulter sat at the head of the table. The two detectives followed and sat across from her.
    “Thanks for seeing us, Ms. Marsh. I am Detective Joe White and this is Detective Nelson Richards. Can you please tell us what happened to you?”
    Brooke explained to the two detectives the events of her abduction and the eight days she had spent in the dungeon-like basement. Once done, she was shaking and felt cold to the marrow. Trace plucked her off her chair and pulled her onto his lap. She leaned back against him as the heat from his body began to seep into her and warm her.
    “Do you know why you were kidnapped, Ms. Marsh?” Detective Richards asked.
    Brooke shook her head and lowered her eyes to the table.
    “You didn’t tell her?” Detective White queried.
    “No. We didn’t want to upset her. Brooke was suffering from hypothermia and got sick. She’s only just recovered from her illness,” Coulter explained.
    “Tell me,” Brooke commanded in a whisper.
    “Honey, I don’t think…” Corbin began.
    “I need to know.”
    “They wanted you for your organs, baby,” Coulter explained.
    “What? What do you mean?” she asked in a shaky