Dragon's Melody (27 page)

Chapter Forty-Four

T
he more Skye worked over their options, the more he hated them.

Maybe it had been a mistake to give in to Melody’s wish to have a day with them both, but now that the three of them were together, he never wanted it to end.

Only a week of her being passed between himself and Garen had made her more of a treasure. She’d held herself back the first time today, her aura pluming up around the three of them, with her need to hold back her climax until they were all ready.

The implosion of its sweet power at the moment of their mutual destruction was the thing that decided it for him.

Rebellion never felt so good.

He only wished he’d had more time to plan.

Garen didn’t register his comment when he suggested they break laws. Of course, being fucked while your cock was buried in the woman you loved might make it hard to see reason.

Skye lost himself a second later, his hands tight on Garen’s shower-slick ass cheeks, his cock slamming in as hard as he dared.

Having your cock buried in the man you loved made it hard to see reason, too.

His lovers both cried out. The sound may have been the sweetest thing he’d ever heard, as hard as his heart beat to hear it, but it was the hard clench of Garen’s ass around his cock that made him come.

For the first time in his life, the sweet surge of energy that swept through him from his lovers felt dull compared to their reactions after the fact.

Melody clung to him desperately for a few seconds, slipping in the shower once and forcing him to catch her and lift her up. She let Skye hold her while Garen rubbed soapy hands all over her. Once they were all clean and the water ceased running, she was the first out, wrapping a towel around her body and heading to the bed.

She stopped a foot away and stared at it.

“We should go to my room,” she said.

“Alec crafted the bed,” Garen said, pragmatic as always. “It’ll hold us.”

The giant, welded iron work of art would hold them, but not if Melody balked at it.

“We’ll go to your room,” Skye said, caressing Melody’s naked hip.

“No … Garen’s right.” She turned and looked at the two of them, her face weirdly placid. “You two won’t fit in my bed. And I like that bed, so … no.” She released her hold on the towel and let it slide to the floor.

Skye found himself mesmerized by her absolute ownership of the moment. This was her space, and he was suddenly out of his element, waiting for her to tell him where to be. What was worse was that he desperately wanted to touch her. She stood there, her hair still wet from the shower. Water droplets trailed over her breasts from the wet tendrils of her hair, and he would have licked them off if he’d been given the chance.

One in particular gleamed at the tip of her left nipple, reflecting the light from the window. Why in hell did he feel so damn thirsty just now?

“What is it?” she asked, staring at him with concern.

Betraying his more polite options he swept in, darted his tongue out, and captured the droplet before it could disappear. Her nipple was the next thing to fall into his mouth, accompanied by her own gasp of pleasure.

Any verbal answer would’ve been wasted, she had to know that. His mouth sucking at her breasts as he pushed her toward the bed should be enough to tell her so.

He’d lost track of Garen in the process, but his friend was there again, when Skye came up for air and looked. Garen waited on the bed, reclining against the pillows. When Skye steered Melody close enough, Garen captured her in his arms, pulling her onto his lap and looking up at Skye as though to tell him he understood.

Melody shifted to face Skye as he moved up the bed toward them. She spread her legs over Garen’s hips and twined her fingers into his where they lay across her stomach.

“I want you both today. Please let me have you both today.”

“You have us both,” Skye said. He glanced at Garen, whose eyes were wide and brimming with love.

Melody’s hips rose up, making an arc above Garen’s thick cock.

Skye should’ve been envious of their union when she slid down that solid length. But in the midst of her soft gasp when Garen’s cock was seated deep inside her she reached out and touched Skye’s face.

“Fuck me with him. Please.”

“Melody …”

“Just fuck her, please,” Garen said. “You aren’t shy about rubbing your cock on mine, I know that much.”

Melody’s breath hitched and she moaned softly, her hands clutching at Garen’s forearms. She rose up again, leaving her ass poised above Garen’s cock, the pair of them already wet and throbbing with the need to be together again while she waited for Skye to add his cock to the mix.

He worried for a second that she couldn’t take them both, but Garen’s hand distracted him. The second Skye positioned himself, straddling Garen’s thighs with Melody poised between them, Skye knew he had entirely relinquished control to the two of them.

Garen’s hand reached between Melody’s legs, past his own cock, to grip Skye’s and stroke it.

“We’re one lover today,” Garen said. “Let’s not waste it.”

Garen pressed Skye’s cock against his own and used one hand to hold them tight and point them together at Melody’s slick, pink opening.

Skye’s lungs could sustain a lot but this moment was too much. Melody reached up and gripped him by the back of the neck, her eyes wide and beseeching. Her words were barely a whisper, coming in between her soft pants as his and Garen’s tips pressed tightly together into her hot center.

“Make me a mother.”

Her need transcended Skye’s perception. At the same moment, Garen’s desire to fulfill her wish filled his mind and overwhelmed Skye as much as Melody’s request. And he wanted it as much as they both did. But the wanting wasn’t enough to make it so.

Deciding to break the law wasn’t the same as actually doing it. Preemptively marking her was the only way to grant her wish, and Sweet Mother he wanted to, but she might still make a choice at the end of this. And in spite of the marks, she might only choose one of them. His pact with Garen would require him to honor her choice.

He met Garen’s fevered gaze over Melody’s tilted head and the look of understanding made Skye act. The fact of the mark would not change the decision that she still had to put a voice to. Even if they both marked her, if she only chose one of them, the other’s mark would have to be nullified.

Garen nodded slightly and bent his head, tongue lashing out with swift precision over the fair, smooth skin of her shoulder, the most accessible part of her. As he traced the pattern into her skin, Skye followed, marking the same path, but with his own, blue-tinged magic. At the end of it he pressed his lips against the base of her neck, letting out a moan of ecstasy as his cock sank deep, squeezed tightly in her sheath alongside Garen’s thick, hard length.

If Skye couldn’t have her, he could at least leave the pair of them with a part of him. And if she did, by some miracle, choose him instead of Garen, Skye wished for the chance to have a child of his friend’s blood.

He held very still when his cock reached the deepest part of her, acutely conscious of her every movement and of Garen’s pulsing flesh against his own.

She was poised on the brink again, and the bright glow of her aura was the most beautiful sight. This was precisely where she belonged, her passion drawn taut between the two of them, like her natural state was to stand on a tightrope of desire, arms outstretched and head thrown back to the heavens, waiting for one or both of them to push her off and welcoming the plunge when it happened.

As one, Skye and Garen moved, hands gripping her hips, fingers tangled as they both held her steady while they fucked her in tandem. They didn’t need to speak to understand the imperative to move slowly.

To truly make love to her meant keeping her at that pinpoint of pleasure for as long as possible.

An errant trickle of water made its way down her cheek, even though her skin was mostly dry now from the warm breeze drifting through the room. Her pleasure and the depth of the love she exuded were both so strong, Skye nearly missed the current of sadness that underscored those feelings.

“Can you make this last forever?” she asked. A sharp gasp escaped her as the pair of them lifted her off them and let her sink back down their lengths on her own.

Skye’s pulse pounded as hard in his cock as in his throat, and he couldn’t have made words if he’d known what to say. He wished for the same thing as much as she did, and the soft surge of empathy from Garen let Skye know his friend agreed.

The closer she came to breaking, the more her pain surged to the surface. Not physical pain, but the ache of loss—a loss so great, Skye couldn’t comprehend why she should feel it.

Then he realized it was a tear he watched, making its way over her flushed cheek, followed closely by another until her eyes were filled with them. A soft spasm wracked her body, followed by a haunting sob, and he couldn’t be sure whether she was crying in despair or succumbing to pleasure. Her climax took her wholesale, forcing Skye and Garen both to fall into the darkest abyss with her. She held onto Skye’s neck desperately with one hand, her other clinging behind her to Garen’s neck, his head bent and his mouth against the curve of her jaw.

“I can’t! I can’t!” She sobbed, her body wracked with shuddering cries almost as heart wrenching as her body’s spasms that wrested his and Garen’s Nirvana from them. “Oh God, Skye, please don’t make me choose. I can’t. If it isn’t both of you, I’d rather be alone.”

The sheer power of the loss nearly overcame the rush of her energy that tingled throughout his body. Her dual mark glowed almost blindingly with shimmering blue-white light. He let Garen hold her and cupped her face in both his hands, bending to kiss her softly.

“Don’t say that, please,” he said. “Everything will be all right.”

“Will it? Can you really promise me that? I can’t stand the thought of never having this moment again.

He shifted backward, lowering his gaze to pull out of her but she clung to him.

“No! Please, not yet.”

In truth, he wished for even more of her, his heart craving to continue the contact with the two of them for as long as possible. He closed his eyes and pushed his still-erect cock back into the sanctuary of her tight sheath where Garen stayed solidly ensconced.

Garen let out a low moan and Skye glanced at his friend. The anguished look in Garen’s eyes betrayed his empathy for Melody.

Except it hit Skye suddenly that Garen’s abilities were nothing like his own. The tangle of emotion that threaded itself through Garen’s aura was every bit as desperate as Melody’s, but not because he was feeling
her
feelings. And just as acutely Skye understood the tightening around his heart could be no less than his own true feelings and not the inexorable presence of someone else’s emotions pervading his senses.

“Sweet Mother, what are we going to do?” he whispered to them both.

Chapter Forty-Five

M
elody hadn’t intended to make him hurt with her outburst, but that’s clearly what it had done. Skye crumbled and his arms snaked around her, and around Garen’s shoulders behind her, pulling tightly until she feared she wouldn’t be able to breathe if he held on any tighter.

Breathing mattered little to her at the moment, though. Nothing mattered but staying like this, with the pair of them now thrusting together more desperately than before, every stretching stroke sliding in and making her feel split in two. Not from any pain their thick lengths caused from sharing her—there was nothing but pleasure from the manner in which they filled her so completely—but from the decision she couldn’t make. She would rather be torn in half than to lose either of them.

At least they didn’t seem any more inclined to leave her. So she clung to them both, letting their moving, surging bodies cradle her, rocking into her to another glorious climax.

She lacked the energy to protest when they slipped out of her then. Garen kept her cradled against his body as he lay down.

Skye moved the opposite direction and she summoned the energy to reach out and grab his hand before he could retreat.

“No! Don’t go!”

He nodded and lay down beside her, placing his hand on her cheek, then leaned in to press his soft lips against hers.

Garen’s lips pressed against her ear and he whispered the words she’d wished to hear all along. “Never will we leave you, either of us.”

She drifted off under the soft caress of his breath, confused for a second until she realized he was breathing warm, white smoke over her stinging mark, making the burn of it gradually recede. The bright glow still pulsed, a faint tingling sensation accompanying it and lulling her to sleep with Garen’s arm draped over her, his fingers twined in hers, and Skye’s lips pressed against her forehead.

***

The light had shifted when consciousness returned and she opened her eyes, gritty from the tears she’d shed. Garen’s hand was still wrapped around her own, but a sharp panic gripped her at the empty indentation in the bed on the other side of her, and she let out a gasp.

“Skye!” she called.
I didn’t choose, please don’t be gone. I didn’t choose!

The sensation of too many fingers squeezed her hand and she glanced down to see two sets wrapped around her own, held tightly to her chest.

“I’m here,” he said, his voice gruff and coming from behind her.

She turned beneath their arms to look at them both and reassure herself that they had really stayed. The pair of sweet smiles that greeted her brought fresh tears to her eyes.

Skye propped himself up on an elbow and reached across Garen to brush the wetness from her cheek again. “No more crying, you understand? At least not on our account. We’ve all had too much sadness and uncertainty the last few weeks. I’m done with it.”

She frowned at him. As much as she loved what he was saying, she still wasn’t sure what it all meant.

Seeming to sense her confusion, he slipped his hand to the back of her neck and squeezed gently. “I mean
neither
of us are leaving you, Melody. I don’t give a shit what we have to endure to stay together. Whatever punishment we have to undergo would be nothing compared to a lifetime of hurt and regret the three of us would have to live with.”

“Oh.” She lay back with a sigh. The weight of decision lifted for the first time in weeks. She didn’t have the energy yet to worry what he meant by “punishment,” but if he wasn’t concerned then she wouldn’t be, either. She opened her eyes to see Garen smirking down at her.

“Oh? That’s all you have to say?” he said. “We’ve marked you. You’re our mate now—the both of us. You are
ours
, Melody. Do you know what that means?”

“Yes.” She sat up and scrambled over them both, heading for the bathroom. “I’ve had to pee for the last hour. Let me get comfortable again and I’ll tell
you
what it means.”

She shut the door solidly behind her and let out a deep, shuddering breath. The desperation she’d dealt with for the last three weeks had been such a heavy weight on her, it was the most liberating feeling to finally be free of it.

“You are ours.”
She smiled to herself at how emphatic Garen had sounded.
Yes, I am yours, but that means you are mine.

Out of the corner of her eye, something bright flashed in the mirror. She turned and stared at the exquisite pattern that covered her entire shoulder. Blue and white curving lines entwined together in an elaborate, glowing mark that extended all the way from her collarbone in front nearly to her spine in the back. There were two of them, stretched across her skin in a sort of yin-yang, head to tail, both etched in a combination of blue and white light. Their heads met at the joint of her shoulder while each dragon’s tail coiled in the front and the back, every line glowing like some kind of ethereal filigree embedded into her skin.

As she sat and emptied her bladder, the old childhood memory returned and she burst out into laughter, nearly too hysterical finish up, but she managed somehow amid the mirth.

She was still giggling uncontrollably when she opened the door again, but stopped short, the laughter dying on her lips.

They didn’t seem to notice her at first, so engrossed in each other as they were. And the sight was something to behold. Garen knelt, straddling Skye’s hips, only it wasn’t quite
them
anymore—at least not the two seemingly human-looking men she’d walked away from moments earlier.

They were more glorious than she could have ever imagined. Where they’d had smooth, tan skin before, now they had shimmering scales that caught the afternoon sun like lush velvet, at once absorbing the light and reflecting it with vibrant blues and snowy whites and silvers.

From the sides of Garen’s forehead and extending back over his shoulders were the most beautiful coiling horns, so huge she wondered how he could hold up his head under the weight of them.

Skye sat up and shot her the barest hint of a glance, his blue-tinged lips curling into one of his wicked little smiles as he threaded his fingers into Garen’s pale, tangled hair and pulled the White dragon into a hungry kiss.

Their bodies were still mostly human, their cocks even bigger and glistening wetly as they slid against each other. Before her eyes, something even more amazing happened—from Garen’s shoulders erupted, like smoke spilling from a chimney, a pair of ethereal white shapes that coalesced into solid, tangible wings, the membrane translucent white, with fine lines threaded through, like the veins in a leaf.

Skye gripped their cocks together, his large hand barely able to hold them both as he stroked and looked at her again.

Garen turned, too, his pale eyes blazing with need. Need for her, she understood for the first time, though she’d seen that look in his eyes countless times during the days they’d spent together after first meeting him.

“Come, Melody. We need you.”

She simply stared, heart pounding, heat growing between her thighs again. The sharp ache of carnal need followed, her muscles clenching at the idea of having them both again, but in their true forms. She took several slow steps to the bed, their gazes following her until she stood looking up at them both. With both hands she reached out to brush delicate fingertips over the textured surface of their skin.

“Oh, that feels nice,” she said at the oddly velvet sensation under her fingertips. She hadn’t known what to expect, but it wasn’t something quite so luxurious. She grew bolder and rested her palms on each of their shoulders, sliding her hands up along their jaws. The roughness of Skye’s stubble remained, but as her touch grazed over his jaw, the texture disappeared, replaced by the same softness as the rest of him. She kept going, tracing the side of his face, up over his temple to the midnight-blue protrusion that emerged from just below his hairline. The horn gracefully curved in a languid arc back over the top of his damp golden hair.

Skye shuddered and closed his eyes.

Melody paused, her hand gently gripping the hard protrusion. “Does that hurt.”

“
No.”
Skye’s voice came out low and deep, resonating in a way that made her nipples prickle and the flood of desire grow even hotter at her core.

“Does it feel good?” she asked, holding tighter and stroking up along the tapered length that faded into a pale blue the color of the afternoon sky and gleamed translucent with inner light. She looked at Garen, who was staring raptly at her hand on Skye’s horn. When she gripped his coiled white horn he let out a soft moan.

“Only when you touch it like that,” Garen said. “Come here.” He swept his long, pale arm out and with one fluid movement pulled her to him, bent his head, and claimed her mouth hotly. His tongue swept between her lips without hesitation, the hunger evident in the way he sucked and nipped at her lips. Her mouth watered at the sensation of that tongue, so similar to the human version she’d been introduced to, yet still so alien in color and texture, with its forked tip.

Before she realized it she was pulled between them again, protesting ineffectively.

“Why do you resist?” Skye asked, his lips soft against her neck while Garen’s wrapped around one nipple and sucked. “I can see it in your aura, how much you want this. I can read every emotion as though it was tattooed on your skin like your mark.”

Breathless from their renewed attention, she could only groan. She stared down at Garen’s head, clung to his horns in the hope of finding some balance among the delicious sensations they were subjecting her to. Yes, she wanted this, but she wanted to just
look
at them for a while first. To see them both together in their magnificence.

“It isn’t fair,” she finally gasped.

“What isn’t fair?” Garen said, lifting his head and looking down at her, eyes gleaming. “That we have to share you? I believe we’ll work it out.”

“No,” Melody said, pushing a hand against his chest, one of the only places on his body that wasn’t covered in the beautiful white-velvet scales. “Not fair that I can’t watch you together. You’re both so beautiful. This isn’t all you can show me, is it? I want to see all of you … your true forms. You marked me so it’s allowed now, right?”

Skye chuckled against her ear and slid his hands around her torso to cup her breasts. She gasped at the almost idle caress he gave both her nipples when he said, “Soon enough. We can’t do it in here, though. Not enough room. Right now, we’re going to keep trying to make sure you get your wish.”

The thick heat of his cock shifted like a silken snake gliding over her hip as he tilted his hips behind her to reposition. The hot, velvet skin brushed between her thighs, grazing against her wet nether lips but not parting them. She looked down to see the thick tip protruding past her pelvis and reached down to grip it in one hand, but could only get her fingers halfway around its girth.

“I can’t take you both like this,” she said, though she regretted it wholeheartedly.

“That’s all right, love,” Skye whispered. “We’ll take turns.”

“But …”

Garen shifted back a bit, his eyebrows drawing together. “What is it, Melody?”

“I want to see you two
together
. Is that crazy?”

Understanding dawned on Garen’s face and he smiled brightly, glancing over her head to Skye. “We’re fulfilling all her wishes today, aren’t we?”

“Mmm,” Skye hummed. “Mine, too, it seems.”

Garen’s eyes flashed with light and he scooted further back, bent over and snaked his long tongue around the tip of Skye’s cock. “Mine as well,” he said, a delighted twinkle in his eyes before he took Skye’s thick head into his mouth and sucked.

Skye’s hips bucked against Melody’s, pushing the shaft harder between her thighs and making the stiff flesh rub against her wet, sensitive folds. Her clit throbbed at the contact, but she was too mesmerized by the sight of Garen’s lush mouth wrapped around Skye’s cock to care for her own pleasure. She would happily spend all day on the edge of orgasm. If there was one thing being with them had taught her, it was that the most exquisite moment of pleasure was found in that place just between desire and attainment.

As if sensing her thought, Garen slipped his lips off Skye’s cock, swirled his tongue around it once, then trailed a long lick down along the top of the shaft until the twin forks teased between her folds. He spread her delicately apart with one hand while the other held the underside of Skye’s cock, pressing it up against her wet, pulsing flesh.

The sensitive end of her clit screamed from the contact when Skye pulled back, forcing his shaft to slide between her spread lips and grazing slowly along every tiny, blazing nerve ending. As he did, Garen bent lower, following the path of Skye’s cock with his tongue, slipping it deeper between her legs, the flicking, teasing forks ensuring not a millimeter of her folds were left untouched.

She held onto his horns, refusing to let him move closer, but his tongue had ample reach to drive her mad with its light, teasing touch. He laughed and the gust of breath pushed her even closer to that perfect sliver of sensation that existed at the edge of sanity. Just when she worried he would push her beyond, he pulled back and peeled her hands away from his head.

“Don’t worry, Melody. You can have us whichever way you’d like. If that means being an observer, then so be it.”

Skye retreated behind her and she moved aside, her breath catching in her throat as she took them both in again. A more beautiful sight she didn’t think she’d ever seen, until they came together before her eyes again. Skye closed the gap with such fluid ease it was as though Garen had a gravitational pull, and the pair sank down to the bed, their mouths pressed together, lips tangled in a passionate kiss.

Garen pushed Skye’s back into the mattress and hovered over him, one large hand roaming over the hard planes and slopes of Skye’s chest and torso, sliding down until he gripped the thick column of Skye’s cock that jutted from between his thighs. Skye groaned and tilted his hips up to meet the slow stroke of Garen’s palm.