Chapter Four
Fuck, she tasted like honey and felt like pure heaven against them.
Emerson Foley dipped his tongue into her mouth and swept it over hers. His cock thickened even more. Her plump lips swelled under his as he kissed her deeply, demanding she surrender to them but knowing she would fight them until the end. She needed to be in control as much as they needed to be in control.
But they were up for the challenge of having her beg at their feet. They always won. So did she, actually, but in this, they would always be victorious because she was all that mattered.
This powerful woman’s submission was theirs, and they were going to take it with both hands.
They loved that about her, though. It worked when she was in her boardroom and with everyone else, but when she was in their bed, she would be a sweet, lovely submissive, and they would own every part of her luscious body, every blood-heating curve. Every breath, sigh, and gasp.
With her dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in the skimpiest pair of panties ever, she was a goddess.
Velvety soft skin, and so silky, they had to press their fingers into her just to stop her from slipping from their hold. She made them rage with the need to bury themselves inside her at once to know if she was as silky on the inside as she was on the outside. But her deliciously supple yet alluringly strong body required every ounce of their control not to sink into her first and then spend an inordinate amount of time just drinking from her beauty.
Her scent intoxicated them. Her beauty mesmerized them. Her body turned them into raging teenagers, seeing a woman’s nakedness for the first time.
Emerson nipped her lip as she wriggled in his arms, and her outrage purred against his mouth, delivering a new kind of ache to his cock. Her hands fisted against his chest as she struggled, and nothing was fucking prettier than watching their stoic queen come unraveled.
Didn’t she know she belonged to them already?
She tried continuously to reach for her dress, and every moment they allowed her to take a breath, she cited, very annoyed, how this wasn’t part of her rule system. She hadn’t been paying attention to their rules, clearly.
Darien and Austin captured a wrist each and pulled her arms backward, where they kept her hands pinned behind her. Her back arched, and her breasts, perfectly round globes pebbled with a pink diamond in the center, made their mouths water just to suck her.
But the position they put her in made her feel vulnerable, and she let it be known. She just had no idea how they craved for her to kneel at their feet, their cocks in her mouth. There was something about her—something so intrinsically splendid and powerful—that giving her body to them to do what they wanted to drove them insane with the need to just fuck her.
The wetness in her panties was also a source of great discomfort for her. They knew because they had been listening to her conversation with her business partner, Miriam Haddock. They were fucking Navy SEALs; eavesdropping on the woman they wanted to share for the rest of their lives was child's play.
She thought sex was messy. She had no idea how utterly thoroughly they were going to change her mind about it when they started with her.
The image of her drenched with cum, hers and theirs, stirred his darkest desires. And he knew the same could be said for Darien and Austin as well.
The three of them were highly in sync, perfectly coordinated in their thinking. Emerson was the serious one, the one who asked questions later. Darien could charm even an assassin with his gun pointed at his head to disarm himself. Austin’s techniques to get information from people were legendary.
But fuck, they had waited years to touch her this way. Literal fucking years. And it had been agony.
Adrienne Palmer.
From the first moment they saw her three years ago, they knew she belonged to them. It was just a matter of time. The sight of her made them lose control, and given they were Navy SEALs and worked highly volatile elite operations, with their lives on the line with every breath they took, their control was all they had. But she smashed it to smithereens and didn’t even know it.
She was the kind of woman who followed rules meticulously. Her principles were scrupulous, but they’d always planned to bulldoze their way into her life and leave her no choice but to accept them as her men.
Her possessive protectors.
Only their names were going to fall from her lips.
For the rest of her life.
It was very rare that he and his navy brothers, Darien Price and Austin Brown, had the same reaction to the same woman all at once. It had staggered them so profoundly that it took them days to accept the stark truth that she was the last part of their lives that aligned them together forever.
The only father figure they had known had been a Navy SEAL, and their mother, before she became an American citizen, was the daughter of an English aristocrat. To everyone else, they were an average American family.
Twelve years ago, they found out they were each adopted when Emerson was two years old and Darien and Austin a year old. The woman who had loved them and raised them, the only mother they knew, told them who they were. She thanked them for letting them be hers for the first eighteen years of their lives, but it was time to take their mother’s names as their own.
It hadn’t even fazed them that they weren’t real brothers because their bond went beyond that of a blood relative. They found their real mothers and reunited with them, taking their names as their own to honor their adopted mothers' wishes.
And then they’d joined the military and became SEALs to honor their adopted father. They became known for their skill, their prowess, and their ability to not so much as twitch when a bullet zipped past them.
No one knew they existed. Their missions were top-secret and deadly. They played with their lives every single day, and it surprised them when they came out of it intact.
Three years ago, they’d seen her for the first time. Adrienne Palmer. Just a glimpse, but she remained etched in their minds, glowing like a beacon. That same day, they were called on a mission that cost them three years of their lives and plenty of new scars.
It was also one they were contracted to complete with no way out. Going deep undercover in the most violent places in the world—Venezuela, Mexico, Peru, and Africa—only their wits and skills and having each other’s backs ensured they survived.
It was their last contracted mission to the government, and retirement never looked this good or felt this fucking hot in their arms.
Fuck.
Having her writhe against their bodies as they took turns to possess the nectar from her mouth was killing them. It had been three long years since they’d had a woman—the exact amount of time that had passed since seeing her—but no one else hardened their cocks the way she had after just one brief glance.
They certainly didn’t expect her to bid on them at the auction. She surprised the fuck out of them, and her bold move made them harder for her. She also cut their work in half for them because nothing was going to stop them from having her now.
Nothing at all.
Although, at the back of all three of their minds was the fact that they had to tread lightly and carefully. Their first priority was keeping her safe. Their second was making sure she understood there was nothing in the world they wouldn’t do to own her.
She belonged to them.
If they had to spend the rest of their lives making her see that, then that’s what they would do. Endurance was their middle name, after all.
And the name of their hearts was Adrienne Palmer.