AMelodyInParadise (8 page)

The bed dipped as he lowered himself to kiss the curve of her neck. Melody’s eyes went dark, slumberous, her eyes glazing over with passion as he dipped his fingers into her moist heat and lowered his head to alternately suckle her already hard nipples.

His fingers circled her clit, wringing a gasp from her slender throat as he pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves. Unable to wait to taste her new arousal, Wyatt removed his hand from between her creamy thighs, brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the sweet cream of her arousal from them. “Delicious,’ he whispered as he moved between her legs and lowered his head.

Cream, thick and sweet filled his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue. Melody, mindless with her pleasure, reached down and thrust her fingers into his hair. Fisting her hands, she pulled him closer as her silky thighs reflexively tightened around his head.

Wyatt fought the urge to smile. He was afraid she would feel it and think he was laughing at her. Nothing could have been further from the truth. He smiled because her actions told him that they were right for each other, that she was his true mate—their true mate. It wasn’t long before Melody’s body stiffened and her legs clamped even tighter around his head. Wyatt knew she was close, very close to climax. How had he and Mitch managed to get so lucky as to get such a sensual and responsive woman to complete their triad bond?

Now that he knew she was close, Wyatt drew her slick cream from her channel and tunneled first one, then two fingers into her ass. It was time she learned exactly what would happen when they completed their ritual. When she began to moan and ride his invading fingers harder and faster, Wyatt inserted one more. He needed to stretch her as much as possible before deflowering her tight ass. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt this precious angel. Lifting his head, he looked up over her flat stomach and between her full breasts to see her beautiful face.

 “Come for me, Melody. Show me how good this feels.” He didn’t mean to make it an order, but that was the way it came out, his voice deep, demanding.

Chapter Ten

Melody moaned at Wyatt’s order. She knew he wanted her to come. She wanted to come, but she refused to follow his command. If she did what he said now, he may expect her to continue to do so in the future. She had to hold on at least a little while longer. Still, it was difficult with his tongue lashing her clit as he sucked it, his fingers buried deep in her ass as he continued to scissor them back and forth, stretching her beyond belief.

Though she tried to keep herself from following his order, it wasn’t long before Melody came with the force of a hurricane. A scream bubbled from her lips as Wyatt continued to suck her clit, his tongue laving the little bundle of nerves, driving her wild.

Behind her eyelids, the world exploded into a million tiny fragments of light. Nothing felt like this. Nothing ever compared to the carnal delights Mitch, and now Wyatt, had introduced her to in the last twenty-four hours.

Her body stiffened, convulsed as she came. Ripples of delight flowed over her body as he continued his sensual assault on her senses, her every nerve ending, sending her into yet another orgasm.

Melody felt her body stiffen, her back arch and her legs clamp around Wyatt’s head yet again. Throwing her head back, she screamed, certain she had truly died and gone to heaven. Nothing ever felt so good before and she despaired that it would never feel so good ever again.

Her body went limp when Wyatt finally gave her clit one last lick. Her body shuddered with aftershocks as he moved up to press his lips to hers. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and Melody tasted her own arousal on his lips.

Wyatt moved to her side. “Roll over, angel. It’s time to begin your preparation for the ritual mating.”

“Will it hurt?”

“I’ll do my best to see that it doesn’t, but it’s bound to hurt a bit.” He rubbed her rear and squeezed, his expression almost apologetic. Rolling over, he opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of massage oil. “This will help, but you’ll have to trust me. Now get on your knees, but keep your shoulders on the bed.”

Biting her lip, Melody stared at the little bottle for a moment before she nodded, rolled over and lifted her rear into the air. She wanted to trust him. She needed to trust him. For years she had wanted this man, staring at his photo on Carmen’s nightstand and dreaming of this while she read her romance novels. Every hero was Mitch or Wyatt, sometimes both.

Many times she wanted to experiment, to know what it felt like to love, to be loved, but sex for sex sake wasn’t love and anything less would have made her feel cheap.

Wyatt warmed the oil between his hands for a minute before he removed the lid and poured it over her, the warm oil sliding sinuously between her cheeks. Again, he worked his fingers inside her, brushing her clit with his thumb as he stretched her back hole and readied her for his cock.

Melody awaited his decision to fill her with both anticipation and trepidation. She knew his cock was bigger than his fingers. She wasn’t blind. It wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small by any standards either.

Deciding to give herself over into his hands, Melody stopped thinking about it. She vowed she wouldn’t think about anything but the way it felt, and with luck, it would feel wonderful.

With her rump in the air and her shoulders on the bed, her nipples scraped across the sheets with every thrust of Wyatt’s fingers. Add the sensation of Wyatt’s fingers in her back hole, his thumb stroking her clit and it didn’t take long for her to push back against him, wanting more, needing more.

Melody tensed for a bit when Wyatt moved between her thighs. His cock pressed at her rear opening, found resistance, but he still pushed forward. It burned for a moment. Afterward, she got an overwhelming feeling of fullness as he continued to push his way inside her. Thank goodness for the oil, or she never would have been able to withstand it.

“Relax, angel.” Wyatt leaned down to press a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Try not to stiffen up. I’ll move as slowly and gently as I can. If the pain gets to be too much, let me know and I’ll stop.” He continued to press his cock into her well-oiled back hole and entered her with slow, precise movements.

She was about to tell him to stop, that the burning sensation was too much when Wyatt reached around her and slid his fingers through her wet folds to encircle her swollen clit. With the distraction of his talented fingers, he managed to settle deep inside her before she could even think to whisper a protest.

His sac swung forward, resting against her nether lips as his hips pressed snugly against her rear. She wondered a bit at the near absence of pain just for a moment, until he pulled out and eased his way back inside her.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Wyatt pressed a kiss against her spine. His experienced fingers slid through her slick folds, driving her closer and closer to anther orgasm. Again he pulled out to slowly drive his shaft back inside her.

Melody shook her head. “No. It burned for just a bit, but it doesn’t anymore. You’ve made doubly sure that this wouldn’t be too uncomfortable for me.” She smiled. “In fact, it’s starting to feel good now.” She could feel him trembling behind her as he held himself in tight rein. His gentleness touched her, brought tears to her eyes. Melody felt so cherished, so precious. No one had ever treated her so carefully. Wyatt’s fingers slid repeatedly over her swollen clit as he continued to slowly thrust his cock into her.

His precise ministrations brought her closer and closer to another orgasm. Soon, Melody rose up on her elbows. She pushed her rear back against Wyatt as he drove into her over and over. Somehow, she had to make him release his hold on his control. She needed him to drive into her with abandon, to know that she made him lose control just as surely as she lost hers.

“Please,” she begged as she continued to push backward, nearly mindless. “I’m not fragile, Wyatt. Please.” She pushed herself back into him as she reached down between her legs to fondle his sac.

“Shit, baby.” His voice came out a near growl.

“Yes,” Melody said with a moan as he finally lost his control, leaned down and bit her shoulder as he drove into her.

At some point, Melody became aware that he had truly lost control when she heard the low growl behind her. His tongue was like sandpaper as it rasped over her skin in a rough caress.

She was almost afraid to turn and look behind her. Making love with a man who could shift into an animal was one thing, but being mounted by his animal was something totally different. Still, she gathered the courage to turn and look. She had to know.

Wyatt stared down at her with his blue eyes looking strange. She sighed with relief to see that it was still Wyatt behind her and that he hadn’t lost control to his cat, though it sounded as though things had gotten a bit sketchy for a minute.

He thrust forward one last time with a low growl that must have come from deep in his chest. Slowly, he pulled his flaccid shaft from her back hole and took a deep breath. “Stay just like this for a minute, I’ll be right back.”

Melody was too tired to argue, she let her legs go limp, her weight taking her down until her butt rested on her heels. As tired as she was she could probably sleep like this.

At the touch of a warm cloth against her rear, Melody’s eyes flew open and she stiffened with mortification.

“Shh…” Wyatt pressed on the small of her back, holding her in place. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, angel. I’m just trying to make you more comfortable.”

Her face felt as if it was on fire. If anything, this was making her feel more uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to this type of intimacy from anyone. Heck, she wasn’t used to any type of intimacy. This could be something every lover did after this type of sex for all she knew. After all, she had no basis of comparison.

Wyatt left her for a few minutes, presumably to put the wash cloth back into the bathroom. When he returned, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Go to sleep for a bit, little one. I’ll wake you when the others return.”

Chapter Eleven

“We have to get Melody to Paradise as soon as possible,” Mitch said as soon as he and Carmen walked through the front door.

Both Mitch and Carmen had been gone most of the day. Wyatt stood in the doorway of the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee. “Where in the hell have you two been? You’ve been gone most of the day. We were about to go looking for you.” He narrowed his eyes when what Mitch said finally sank in. “What do you mean we have to get her to Paradise in a hurry?”

Melody, who had been cleaning her violin, looked up with a frown. “Paradise?” She looked at Carmen. “Where’s Paradise and why today?” She paused, a look of disbelief crossing her face. “I can’t go anywhere. I have a contract with the Philharmonic.”

Carmen made a face. “Forget about the Philharmonic. Forget about your chair and forget about your contract, Melody. You only went for the chair to prove you could get it. You said that yourself.” She moved to sit next to Melody who sat on the sofa absently flipping through the channels on the TV. “Hopefully, Paradise is somewhere your stalker can’t find you.”

“Why the sudden urgency? Last night you said I could play tonight.” She turned to look at the one suitcase they carried. It was Carmen’s. “And where are my things?”

Mitch scowled at the worried frown on her face. He didn’t want to have to give her the bad news, but he and Carmen both decided that he needed to be the one to tell her what happened to her things. Slowly, Mitch knelt in front of her, took her hands and kissed each palm.

“I can tell something’s wrong,” she said alternating her gaze between them. “What is it?”

“Your things no longer exist, angel.” Mitch reached up to press his finger against her lips when she would have said something. “They were mostly gone when we got to your apartment. The door stood ajar and your room was a mess.” He paused, knowing his next words would put fear into his mate’s heart and he didn’t want that. Gods knew he never wanted that, but he could do nothing but tell her the truth, no matter how painful it was.

“What was left was shredded beyond recognition. The only things you have left were what you loaned Carmen. They were in her room. Whoever broke in, only wanted to take or destroy your things.”

“Oh, my God.” Tears filled his mate’s eyes.

Impotent rage filled him as he watched the tears fall from her thick eyelashes. He clenched his fists, wishing he knew who it was that stalked their mate. His tiger roared, screamed with rage at the violation he knew she felt. Her clothing, her under-things, gone or shredded, must have devastated her. Still, after a moment, she straightened her spine and thinned her lips.

“I’m not leaving here. I have a contract. I have to stay at least until they can find someone to replace me.” She looked at Carmen. “I know you don’t want to do it.”

“Not on your life, sister.” Carmen shook her head. “In fact, I’ve been thinking of going to Paradise myself. I just need to stay and wait for my escorts.” She turned a sly look at her uncles. “You did request the two men I asked you to, didn’t you?”

Mitch shook his head and grinned. “Yes, we did. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Carmen gave them a sly smile. “Yes. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“I hope so, sweetheart. If those two aren’t your mates, I’m going to have words with them if they so much as lay a finger on you. Keep that in mind.”

“You’re absolutely no fun, Uncle Mitch,” Carmen said with a pout.

“I’m your guardian. I’m not supposed to be fun.” He wanted to laugh at her expression, but knew that anything he said would go in one ear and out the other if he so much as cracked a smile when she stuck her tongue out at him, the little brat.

Melody rested her hand on his arm. “I’m telling all of you, right now,” she said as she turned her gaze to Wyatt who just walked into the room carrying two cups of coffee, “I’m not going anywhere. I can’t afford to get sued for breach of contract.”

“No one is going to sue you, angel.” Mitch moved to sit beside her on the couch as Wyatt sat on her other side and handed her a cup of coffee. Together, they would either convince her to go or they would take her by force. Obviously they would rather do the former than the latter, but they would do what they must to ensure her safety. “We can buy your contract.”