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

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    “What do you want, darlin’?” Trace asked.
    “Just some water please,” she replied. She watched as Trace filled her glass and handed it to her. “Thank you, but I could have done that myself.”
    “I know you could, Brooke. But until you have all your strength back we want you to take it easy.”
    Oh, for crying out loud. Do they think I’m made of glass? Why do these three treat me as if I’m a delicate little flower? She had been on her own for a long time and wasn’t delicate or fragile in body or mind. She sat there fuming, but bit her tongue. She knew she shouldn’t have challenged Coulter in front of everyone. She felt a little guilty over that, but she wasn’t remorseful enough to back down now. She was going to have to pick her time and place more carefully when she went toe-to-toe with any of her men. Oh my . Where did that come from? When did I start thinking about these three brothers as mine? She felt the blood drain from her face and gasped. Oh shit. I’m in love with them. How could I be so stupid?
    “What’s wrong, baby?” Coulter asked.
    “Are you all right, darlin’?” Trace inquired.
    “You’re as white as a sheet, honey. Are you in pain?” Corbin queried.
    “I’m fine.” Brooke hissed between her teeth, “Stop fussing.”
    “You haven’t eaten enough,” Coulter stated.
    “Yes, I have.”
    “You’ll never get your strength back if you don’t eat more,” Trace said.
    “I assure you, I have had quite enough. In more ways than one.” She muttered the last.
    “I heard that. Come here, Brooke,” Coulter commanded quietly and patted his lap.
    Brooke glanced behind her to see everyone was watching them. Heat suffused her cheeks, and she shook her head. She pushed her chair back and rose to her feet.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” Trace asked.
    “To my room. Why?”
    “Just as long as you’re not going outside again,” Coulter said.
    He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his massive chest. Brooke spun on her heel and flounced out of the room, muttering under her breath. “Of all the arrogant, dominating…The nerve of those three. Who do they think they are?”
    Brooke squealed when arms wrapped around her waist from behind. Her world went topsy-turvy, and she was slung over a hard, muscular shoulder. She knew who had her by his scent. She breathed in the fragrance of sandalwood and clean male. She placed her hand on his back and tried to push herself up.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Helping you to the bedroom,” Coulter replied.
    “I don’t need any help. I was doing just fine by myself,” she snapped.
    Brooke heard a door slam and looked up to see that Corbin and Trace were leaning against the now-closed door. Coulter lifted her from his shoulder and slid her down the length of his body. It would have been impossible to miss the bulge in his crotch. Her feet landed on the end of the bed, and she glared at Coulter, her eyes level with his.
    “You are very fine, baby. Do you want a bath or shower?” he asked her.
    “What?” Brooke asked and gulped when she saw the fire in his eyes. She glanced over to Corbin and Trace to see them looking at her the same way as Coulter.
    “I asked if you wanted to bathe,” Coulter repeated.
    “Um, do I smell?”
    “Oh yeah. You smell so good, baby,” Coulter replied, and then he shocked her by leaning in and smelling the skin at her neck. “I want to eat you all up.”
    Brooke couldn’t believe he had just said that. Her breathing escalated, and her blood heated. Corbin and Trace moved toward her. She wanted to look away but couldn’t. She felt as if she were drowning in the depths of their heated stares. Hands were at the hem of her sweater. She looked at Coulter again.
    “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