Nature’s Nobles 5
Noble Yearning
Devyn Lawson's gift as a Seer gave her the ability to see the future at an early age, and love hadn't been a part of it. Her visions never lied. She did the only thing she could do at the tender age of eighteen—and that was to run from the two men who had stolen her heart.
But the past has a way of catching up to us, and Devyn comes face-to-face with Gavin Keller and Ronan Dante. They had been sent to find and protect the Seer of their generation, not knowing it was the woman they have been searching for most of their adult lives. Now that they found her, they refuse to let her run any longer. Can her visions of a lonely future be changed to include the three of them together?
Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal
Length: 35,313 words
NOBLE YEARNING
Nature’s Nobles 5
Peyton Elizabeth
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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NOBLE YEARNING
Nature’s Nobles 5
PEYTON ELIZABETH
Copyright © 2012
Prologue
No one could really know the force of nature, could they?
Decades ago, in a small farming community on the outskirts of Montana, a meteor crashed into a field, causing mayhem and destruction among the people. Days upon days of smolder and dust rose from the crater and circulated its way through town. The soiled air seeped into the townsfolk’s skin and descended into their lungs with each mouthful they inhaled. Foreign particles traveled through mazes of tissues, merging with cells inside their blood, uniting in a way that would change creation among descendants of this small population—change that ignited fear throughout the world.
Each generation became stronger in their newfound powers. From simply being able to see the future or read people’s thoughts, to more complicated abilities such as mind control, these mutated chromosomes shifted the makeup of a new legion and beyond.
Opinions of these altered humans varied. The unaffected who feared the transformation quickly united to see these aberrations wiped from existence. Others embraced the deviation, claiming a new revolution was taking place in order to extend human life and help those in need. A civil war started between the divided sides, causing the afflicted ones to go into hiding or blend into society to hide their true nature.
They called themselves the Nobles.
Chapter One
“This is not what I expected.”
Walking up to the black car they had rented upon arriving at the airport, Gavin Keller looked up and down the street. The town of Polar, Alaska, was no bigger than a quarter mile long, with small brick buildings blending together on either side of the main road. He stood on the sidewalk, taking in the stores that only seemed to be essential to the livelihood of the residents. With Polar being so far away from any major city, it was a safe bet that the only way these shops stayed in business was from the support of their citizens. Gavin counted two diners, a post office, a bank, multiple retail shops, a hardware store, and of course, two bars. What town didn’t have more than one drinking establishment?
“From the stares, I’d say we aren’t what they expected.” Ronan walked in front of their vehicle and opened up the driver’s-side door. Instead of getting inside, Gavin’s best friend tucked his black hair behind his ears and placed both forearms on the hood of the car. “With this town being over two hours away from Anchorage, it’s a safe bet they don’t see many tourists in these parts. And two strange men dressed in black cargo pants with matching shirts aren’t likely to get the welcome mat rolled out, if you know what I mean. Did you notice that all the men around here dress in denim?”
Gavin took another look around and saw that some of the townsfolk were staring out their business windows, not bothering to hide their scrutiny. He and Ronan had found out early on that the town was wary of strangers when they had started asking around about an artist who lived on the outskirts of town. They had been immediately shut down in their questioning and had been told there was no painter in the vicinity. Gavin and Ronan didn’t have a name to give but knew their information was valid, not that the people here were any help.
“Just from the way they’re acting, our target is close by.” Gavin leaned on his side of the car as well, placing his chin on his fists. “I figure she’s living on the outskirts of town, close enough that someone can make deliveries but far enoug
h away where she won’t compromise her gift. If only her brother knew what name she was using, this would go down a hell of a lot faster than us trying to find a needle in a haystack.”
“Hell, her brother hasn’t seen her since they were teenagers. According to him, they only keep in contact by phone, so he has no idea what she would even look like now.” Ronan looked down the street and shook his head. “If I wanted to hide away from the world, this is certainly the place to do it. Everyone minds his or her own business and no one rats anyone out. Makes a person wonder who else is hiding in the area.”
Now that Gavin thought about it, it was a perfect place to disappear. The town itself was small, and the land they saw driving in had little civilization. The houses were so scattered and the area was so vast, one could stay hidden forever. Their target certainly knew what she was looking for when she chose this place.
Not only had the size of the town surprised Gavin, but the weather was a shocker, too. He noticed plants hanging from the streetlights with the green leaves overflowing from the pots. Who knew that Alaska could be this warm? He’d never given it much thought before, just assuming it was cold all the time. It was almost sixty-five degrees, and granted that that seemed to be the average high for this time of year, Gavin hadn’t expected it. It was late August, almost September, and the sun was shining down on them, giving an illusion of a summer day in their home state of Colorado.
“The way I see it,” Ronan continued, “instead of driving aimlessly around, let’s hit the diner. It’s almost dinnertime anyway. Once we eat, we’ll walk over to one of the bars. Maybe we can get an old-timer to talk to us.”
Gavin gave one more look around and opted to agree with Ronan. They weren’t going to get anywhere standing here or driving around with no destination in mind. It wasn’t like they could scope out every house in a thirty-mile radius either. The residences were so scattered, they’d never find them all. “All right. Your turn to buy though,” Gavin reminded Ronan, who was already closing his door.
They fell into step once Ronan hit the sidewalk. One restaurant seemed to be only breakfast and lunch, where the other offered dinner. Luckily, that one was on their side of the street. Gavin noticed that the people, who had been staring, returned back to whatever it was they were doing. If he had to guess, those business owners had already called every other shop in this town and given them a heads-up on two strangers heading their way. They had stopped by the bank, the post office, and one of the shops that contained oil paints. Not one person would speak with them.
“I have half a mind to make it snow, just to see their reaction,” Ronan said wryly, reaching for the glass door of the tiny eatery. He was referring to his ability to alter the weather as a Manipulator, which Gavin was pretty sure wouldn’t go over well if the patrons realized they were Nobles. Sure, Nobles were integrating into society, but that didn’t mean humans weren’t still wary of their powers.
“We probably should have changed before arriving in this town.” Gavin followed Ronan into the diner. Cargo pants and basic long-sleeve T-shirts were their standard clothes, and it was rare that they were ever in situations where they needed to dress differently. “No wonder they aren’t too keen to share information about one of their own. We look like hit men.”
“Speak for yourself. At least I don’t have the military cut going. You look like a stiff, dude.”
“Fuck you.” Gavin laughed.
Since it was early, he wasn’t surprised to see that the booths along the side wall were empty. The diner had a very homey feel to it, sort of like the cabins at Haven, their Colorado sanctuary where they lived among their Noble friends. The tables were made out of wood, probably oak if Gavin were to guess, and there were pictures of the town from the olden days hanging on the walls. What even he had to say was pretty cool, was the entire bar area was made out of the same wood as the tables, with eight oak stools in front it. There were two men sitting at the counter, and neither one of them ever glanced up when the bell above the door jingled. Oh yeah, Gavin thought, these people were given a heads-up about their presence.
“This place has a Hitchcock feel to it,” Ronan muttered under his breath. “I don’t like it.”
Gavin held back a laugh. Ronan hardly liked anything and was suspicious of everything. He followed Ronan to the booth in the back, taking the seat that faced the door as always. Although Ronan was a Manipulator, it was Gavin who had the ability to erect a magnetic field around them if necessary. His power as a Magneter certainly came in handy on all the overseas missions they went on for the government, saving their asses from time to time. They made a good team, on assignments and off.
Gavin watched as an older woman, probably around sixty years old, came out from the back kitchen with two plates of food. She had red hair, which was piled on top of her head like a bird’s nest, and the most god-awful red lipstick he’d ever seen. He watched as she placed the food in front of the men, who both wore jeans and brown uniform shirts. Gavin wondered where they worked, which brought him back to thinking about their target.
“If she is an artist, you think she would want her stuff to sell. I mean, she’s got to make a living somehow, so she must be somewhat successful.”
“Not necessarily,” Ronan responded, grabbing a menu from behind the silver napkin holder. “For all we know, she uses her ability to obtain cash. Being a Seer would certainly have its benefits.”
“If she were only out for herself, we would have found her a long time ago. She would have screwed up somewhere along the way with some type of criminal wrongdoing. That would have been a huge red flag, especially with Jagger’s contacts.”
The woman they were looking for was a Noble. Her ability as a Seer was unique, and there was only one per generation. Their leaders, Jagger Malone and Theo McKay, had put together Haven for those who struggled living in mainstream society. Jagger and Theo had placed certain Nobles together to form special groups in order to carry out military operations for the government, but were now branching out and taking more personal cases.
Locating the Seer was definitely a personal issue in regards to the Nobles. Not only would she be able to help foresee actual events that could prevent catastrophes, but also there wasn’t a Noble alive who wanted to think their only Seer was in hiding because of fear. To live in terror because you were afraid people would try to assassinate you for your ability or use you in a completely evil way was plain wrong. No one should have to live like that.
Gavin had heard through various sources that a Seer did exist, and recent events had them searching her out. Apparently, in the last few days, a man named Mace Lawson had revealed to Jagger that he knew exactly what town the Seer was in, because he happened to be her brother. Mace, it turned out, was a Restricter who had the ability to restrict another Noble’s power. He had been in hiding himself but recently felt it necessary to come out into the open. His sister wasn’t as forthcoming and was choosing to stay hidden.
“What can I get you boys to drink?” the waitress asked as she walked up to their table, pulling the pen out from behind her ear and grabbing the notepad from the pocket of her white apron.
“Coffee for me, please,” Ronan answered. “Along with the special of the evening.”
“Gravy on your mashed potatoes?”
“Yes, please.”
“And for you, sir?”
Gavin looked at her nametag and saw it read Estelle. She gave him a pointed stare. He gave his most charming grin.
“I’ll have the same, thank you.” Gavin watched as she wrote down their orders on the pad. Wanting to break the ice, he continued, “You have a nice town here.”
Estelle stopped writing. “You boys should know that we are very protective of the people that live here. There’s a reason why we live so far away from Anchorage.”
“And what reason would that be, Estelle?” Ronan leaned against his seat, laying one arm across the back. “We’re just interested in purchasing some art from a local artis
t. You would think that’s a crime in this town.”
Gavin kicked him underneath the table, feeling his boot connect with Ronan’s shin. What the hell was he trying to do? At this rate, he would alienate the rest of the people they hadn’t already spoken to by nightfall. Ronan was a complicated man, and had been his entire life. The only time he was laid back and relaxed was when it was just the two of them. Otherwise, he always had an edge to him that made people think he was about to go off half-cocked. His unkempt hair, cut just to his chin, didn’t help any either.
“What my friend is trying to say is we traveled a long way to buy some valuable pieces of art and are having a hard time comprehending why this particular artist wouldn’t want to sell her stuff.” Gavin’s smile never wavered. “We’ve heard fantastic things about her oil paintings and would like to take a look at some of her work.”
“I’m not saying there is, but if there was a woman living in Polar who was an artist, it’s her business who she sells her stuff to. And if she wanted to sell to people like you, I’m sure she would have responded to a phone call.” Estelle placed her pen back behind her ear and shoved her pad back into her pocket. “I’ll be back with your drinks.”
“What the hell was that?” Gavin let his smile fall and glowered at Ronan. “We’re trying to gather information, not have them kick our asses out of town.”
“I’m sick and tired of this cat-and-mouse game, Gavin. We’re here because you heard the Seer might be in Alaska, and now we have confirmation from her brother, only he doesn’t know what name she’s using here. It sounds like a clusterfuck to me. She obviously doesn’t want to go to Haven. Hell, she doesn’t even want to come out of hiding. So what exactly are we doing here?”
Gavin studied his friend, finally recognizing what his anger was all about. They hadn’t spoken of her in months, because every time Gavin brought the past up, Ronan would shoot him down. But she was obviously on his mind. “This isn’t like Kala, Ronan. This woman is in hiding because she fears for her life. If she knew there was a safe place for her to be, I’m sure she would go. Kala knew she would always be safe with us, so that couldn’t have been why she left.”
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