AMelodyInParadise (7 page)

“There’s creamer in the fridge.” Carmen waved toward a large, stainless-steel monstrosity. “Mitch and I bought it specifically for you.” She grinned. “I hope you don’t mind, but I told them
all
of your favorites.”

“Awesome.” Melody moved to the refrigerator and grabbed the creamer off the top shelf. It wasn’t hard to find, the huge stainless steel box was almost empty. “Don’t they ever eat at home?”

Carmen shrugged. “Why should they when they can have someone else make their dinner and clean up the mess?”

“Hmm…” Melody liked to eat out as much as the next person, but there was something to be said for home cooked meals once in a while. Besides, they could probably hire a housekeeper-slash-cook for what they spent eating out.

“So…” Carmen sounded a little off so Melody turned to look at her to see what was wrong. “Do I call you Aunt Melody now? Because if that’s what you want, it’s going to be awful weird. I never thought of that before when I was practically throwing my uncles at you, but now it just seems strange.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Carmen.” Melody felt her face heat. Sure, Carmen wasn’t here when she and Mitch did the nasty, but it wasn’t hard to figure out they’d done it, especially since her uncle stayed in the room with her all night.

That thought made her wonder where Wyatt spent the night and she frowned. Melody knew she had no right to be jealous because she had spent the night with Mitch, but she found out the hard way that an incarnation of the green monster
did
live inside her after all.

“Where’s Wyatt?” Melody couldn’t stop herself, she just
had
to ask. She took a large gulp of her coffee complete with creamer just to prove to anyone watching that she wasn’t jealous.

“He’s out swimming laps.” Carmen grinned as Melody downed the rest of her coffee in record time. “Mitch and I are going to go to our apartment and pick up our clothes. He wants you to stay here with Wyatt so your stalker can’t get a gander at you.”

“I can’t stay here.” Melody felt the blood rush from her face as she felt panic well up inside her. “My violin! Where’s my violin? Oh, my God! I didn’t even think about it last night.” She dashed toward the bedroom intent on getting dressed in her evening gown to go in search of her precious instrument.

“Holy cow, Melly,” Carmen said from behind her. “Do you think I would just let them carry you from the auditorium without your violin?” She moved to the closet next to the front door. “Here it is.” She opened the door, reached in and pulled out Melody’s violin case. “It fell on the ground, but I didn’t check it. We were more worried about you. Then I forgot.”

Carmen’s forgetfulness was understandable. She didn’t have an almost three-hundred year-old Strad to worry about. Taking the case, Melody knelt and opened it.
“Thank goodness it’s all right.” She closed the case and stood. Storing the instrument back in the closet, Melody hugged Carmen. “Thanks for looking out for it for me.”

“I knew losing it would kill you. Besides, what are best friends for?”

“We’re still best friends?” Melody felt a lump form in her throat. She wasn’t sure what to think or do. With Carmen’s uncles liking her and all, she wasn’t sure what Carmen’s reaction would be.

“Of course we are, you noob!” Carmen dragged her out to the swimming pool where Melody watched Wyatt swim a few laps before she remembered to close her mouth. “I don’t believe they have a swimming pool up here.”

Carmen shrugged. “It’s no different than other buildings having their pools on their roof. This
is
a penthouse, you know. “Besides, it’s just a lap pool. It’s not like it’s Olympic sized or anything.”

“Stop reminding me about the cool stuff they have. The last thing I need to be thinking about is the fact that your uncles are filthy rich.”

“And you have a Strad. What does that make you? I know you know exactly how much that instrument is worth. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Carmen was right, but Melody never looked at it that way. It wouldn’t make her rich, because she would never sell it. It was too much a part of her to even think about selling it. Instead, her Strad cost her money every day to keep the insurance up on it and the insurance wasn’t cheap.

“Are you ready to go, Carmen?” Mitch asked from the doorway.

Melody turned, her face heating in a blush when he winked at her.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” He trotted over to give her a kiss. “Carmen and I are going to go to the store for more groceries after we stop by your apartment to get you some things. Is there anything in particular you’d like us to pick up?”

“Um…Melody felt her face heat even more as Carmen grinned and headed back inside. “I know it’s kind of late to worry about it now, but maybe some condoms?”

“Darlin’, if you’re worried about disease, our kind can’t carry STDs. If you’re worried about a baby, don’t you want to have a baby?” He rested his hand on her slightly rounded stomach. “I can’t wait to see you carrying our child. I want to be able to rest my hand right here and feel it kick.”

“Don’t you mean feel
him
kick? Don’t all men want sons?”

He shook his head. “No, sweetheart. I want a load of healthy, happy babies and I couldn’t care less what sex they are. I just want to have fun making them with you.”

“Hey. I should be in there somewhere,” Wyatt called from the pool.”

“You will be in there somewhere along with a few of your cubs as well.” Mitch gave her a quick kiss and headed for the door. “We should be back in a few hours. Have fun, you two.”

Melody turned to Wyatt who grinned at her. “Why don’t you drop the robe and dive into the pool?”

“I’m not wearing anything.” She looked around at the other buildings. “I know that we’re on a roof here and no one from this building can see, but what about all the others?”

Wyatt shrugged. “What about them?” He got out of the pool, pressed a button on a console on the wall and a privacy screen closed around the outer edge of the terrace and an awning spread over the pool.

“Wow.”

He laughed. “Carmen says it’s awesome, dude!”

“I don’t think I have ever used the word
dude
in a sentence in my life.”

She stared at him. Her eyes couldn’t seem to take enough of him in. He stood there, wearing nothing but a scandalous thong and water droplets. Melody felt her mouth go dry and her womb clench. She shivered when he smiled at her and held out his hand. Her nipples pebbled beneath the robe. The rough terry cloth material rubbed against the sensitive nubs sending darts of pure, aching pleasure straight to every one of her erogenous zones.

Heat pooled low when he took her hand, lifted it to his lips and kissed the inside of her wrist. She stood still beneath his scrutiny and could do nothing more than tremble. Melody could think of nothing beyond what lay ahead between them. She knew this was their time. Today he would make her his, theirs, whatever. After what happened here and now, there was only one thing left to do and that was mate with them both at the same time. She swallowed thickly, wondering how they would prepare her for the ritual mating. It was most likely a thought better left for later, but glutton for punishment that she was, she couldn’t convince her mind to forget about it.

“Take off the robe.”

Melody shook her head. “Not out here.” She looked around. Sure they were behind a privacy screen now, but that didn’t make them totally sheltered. The last thing she wanted was to end up on some internet porn site. She could see it now. She would be the star of
The Naughty Violinist
or something equally raunchy sounding.
No thank you.

“Take. It. Off.” He sounded serious and kind of like the doms she’d read about in the erotic e-books she loved to read.

Melody raised her chin, pushed the robe off her shoulders and ran for the bedroom. If he wanted to make love with her, he could darn well do it inside.

She’d made it all the way to the bedroom door when he stopped her. “So you want to play, do you?” He chuckled. “Get on your knees.”

Melody turned and glared at him. She would do what he told her to do, but it didn’t mean she would let him tell her to jump then ask how high. She stuck her chin in the air and looked down her nose at him. It was a look she’d had lots of practice at, though it was a bit more difficult because he was so much taller than she was. Still, it had worked on tall guys before. The rich kids never screwed around with other rich kids. She’d learned how to act like one of them when she was fourteen.

Slowly, so he knew she did it because she wanted to, not because he told her to, Melody sank to her knees on the thick carpet.

Wyatt’s hand changed partially into a paw. With a long claw, he cut his thong, pulled it off and threw it to the floor. “Now,” he said as he stared down at her, his cock in his hand. “Suck this.” He pushed his cock toward her face.

Melody settled back on her heels and looked up at him, her brow raised as though to say,
Make me.

“Don’t screw with me right now, Melody. I’m hanging on to my control by a thread.” He paused to take a deep breath. “There’s something you should know about Mitch and me.” He reached down to gently grasp her by the chin. “We’re both alpha. Very alpha and when we tell someone to do something, we expect it done
now
.”

Reaching up, Melody grasped his sac and gently rolled it in her hand. She wanted to do this, but she’d be darned if she would let
him
know that. He was just too stinking bossy for his own good. It was time someone taught him that he wouldn’t always get his way just because he wanted it.

Chapter Ten

Wyatt threw his head back and groaned. Yesterday, if someone would have told him that just the touch of a woman’s warm fingers on his balls would have him groaning his pleasure, he would have laughed his ass off.

Hell, if just her hand on his nuts felt this good what would it be like when—
Holy shit!
He fisted his hands at his sides and locked his knees before his damned fool legs gave out when she fisted her hand around the base of his shaft. The little minx had no idea what she was doing, but it felt great. He couldn’t wait to feel those full, ripe lips wrap around his cock. He might just expire on the spot, leaving her a widow before they were even wed.

With a smile and a sly look filled with wicked amusement, Melody leaned forward and ran her tongue along the length of his shaft.
The little minx.
It was all Wyatt could do to keep his knees from buckling when she placed an opened mouth kiss on the head of his cock and slid her tongue into the small slit. Pre cum dribbled from the tip and she leaned into him, licking it up like candy. She wasn’t submissive in the least and let him know it, yet she seemed to enjoy doing what he told her to do anyway…on her own terms. Knowing that could make any man want more of her.

“Mmm…I’ve never tasted anything like this before.” Releasing him, she reached around and grasped his ass. His cock, heavy with need, bobbed in front of her face as she looked up at him and smiled. Wyatt got the feeling that she knew exactly what she was doing, even though she’d been a virgin, just the night before. She squeezed his thighs and ran her nails lightly up and down his legs. Hell, he sucked in a deep breath, for one so lacking in experience, she knew just what to do to drive him wild.

Just the thought that this beautiful woman was down on her knees in front of him ready to suck his cock was enough to get him off and if she didn’t do something soon, he’d prove it and embarrass himself.

When Melody slowly licked her lips, another drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip, garnering another sly smile. Somehow, he managed to keep control and just stand there, his hands fisted at his thighs while his mate treated his shaft like an all-day sucker. Heat flared in his mind, his body, making his stomach clench with need. If he didn’t get her mated soon, she would drive him over the edge to madness and he could hurt her.

Slowly, Wyatt pulled his cock from her mouth and knelt in front of her. “I have to mate you before I lose my mind.” Ruthlessly, he slanted his lips over hers, plundering her mouth as his hands skimmed over her sensitive flesh. Gooseflesh covered her skin and he smiled with male pride. It was heady to know that he could cause such a reaction just by skimming his fingers over her silky skin.

This was what he wanted. This reaction, this knowing that she wanted him so much her breath came in short pants and her eyes were filled with longing when she looked at him. Wyatt wanted to give this woman all the pleasure in the world. Somehow, in the few scant hours since they truly met, she had managed to wiggle her way inside his heart. As impossible as it seemed he already felt more for this woman than anyone else in the world, even Carmen and Mitch and Gods knew he loved them both.

His chest ached when he looked at her. His stomach clenched when he thought of burying his cock deep into her woman’s flesh, but mostly, he wanted something from her he never cared to have from another woman. He wanted her respect and her love. He had no idea what he would do without it.

Standing, Wyatt reached down and helped her to her feet. “Perhaps you were right, little one. What we’re about to do is something best done in private away from the possibility of prying eyes.” The thought that someone could see them, watch them as they made love made his tiger snarl. Before, with other women, he never cared who watched, but Wyatt found he was very possessive with his mate.

Bending, he wrapped his arms about her and swung her up in his arms. He had every intention of making this first time together as perfect for her as he could. Wyatt carried his precious burden into the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. More than anything he wanted to take up where they left off with his cock in her mouth, telling her he wanted her to suck him dry, but this was not the time. As much as his animal needed to have her submission, the human part of him needed to make this time as pleasurable and full of beauty as he could.

Wyatt stared down at the miracle smiling up at him from the bed. She raised her arm, beckoning him closer. Again, she licked those full, ripe lips and he felt his cock buck in response. This was what he and Mitch had waited for all these years. This woman, so full of sensual promise who smiled up at him with trust-filled eyes was the reason they always did what they felt was right, even helping the rightful heir to the mantle of leadership in Paradise was a part of it. Without Adam Greer’s leadership, they may never have known that triad mating was the true way of their people. Without that knowledge, they never would have been able to go home to stay. Knowing they needed to mate the same woman, they knew theirs would have been considered aberrant behavior amidst the old council.