Remembering Melaina

by Maia Dylan

  Screaming her joy to the world, she tumbled into pleasure, clinging to the two men who had driven her to such dizzying heights and who had no idea this was all a part of her plan.

  * * * *

  Present day

  “Melissa, we have a few tests we want to run on you this afternoon,” Weir said as he stepped into her room. Melissa blinked slowly and turned her head in his direction, but didn’t answer him. The more he thought her drug addled and helpless the better. “They won’t hurt.” Lie. “We just want to run a few tests to see if your brain function is returning to normal.”

  Melissa tilted her head and asked in a voice she let tremble, “Why wouldn’t it be returning to normal? I-I’ve been here for a month now, and I seem to still struggle with fatigue. And shouldn’t I have my memories back by now?”

  Weir gave her an oily smile and patted the back of her hand. Melissa had to fight the urge to yank her hand away. “I know it’s frustrating, but the mind and the brain are very complex entities. There are a whole plethora of reasons why your mind may have refused to show you your past. I’m simply not able to pinpoint that one reason.” Lie.

  Melissa’s eyes narrowed at that and Weir frowned. Not wanting to arouse his suspicions more, but wanting to test a disturbing theory, she asked, “But what about all these medicines you are making me take? Surely they’re designed to help me remember my past?”

  Weir’s frown shifted into another oily smile and Melissa’s stomach turned. “Of course it is.” Lie. “Everything we are doing here is to help you get back to who you were.” A thread of truth to that one. “Your father wants nothing but the best for you.” Lie.

  Melissa nodded and smiled politely, despite the fact that everything within her wanted to reach out and choke him. She stared at him, her desire to cause him bodily harm flooding through her until it was almost a tangible thing, and in that moment, the way Weir looked to her changed. It was almost as if she could see right into his head and see what he was thinking. And his thoughts had her anger spiking. He was thinking about hurting her and fucking her at the same time.

  Still staring at him, she thought about how it would feel to kill him—a thought that should have disturbed her, but more than anything, she found it appealing. If he were to suddenly just stop breathing, like his airway was constricted, that wouldn’t exactly be a loss to the world.

  No sooner had Melissa thought about it than Weir was reaching for his own throat. His eyes were wide and filled with fear and confusion. He was desperately trying to breathe and Melissa felt a wave of satisfaction roll through her. She was doing that. He was struggling to breathe because she had willed it, pictured it in her mind, and made it a reality.

  As quickly as she started it, she stopped. “Doctor, are you okay?” she asked as innocently as she could, being sure to fill her voice with concern.

  Weir coughed, drawing in large gulps of air. “I-I’m fine. I-I don’t quite understand what happened.” He looked at her, accusation in his eyes, but she kept her expression concerned. He frowned in confusion and Melissa wanted to cheer in triumph. “I might go and get some water.”

  He walked out of her room backward, never taking his eyes from her. Melissa rolled to put her face into her pillow. From the outside, it would look like she was simply lying down to rest. But in reality, she had to hide the grin that had formed. She had done that. She wasn’t defenseless. She just had to find out how this psychic ability worked, and if there were any others. She wanted out of this place. She had the very real feeling that there was something important that she needed to do, and lying here was definitely not getting it done.

  Someone was depending on her, and despite the fact that she had no idea who they were, or what they needed, she was desperate to help them. And if getting out of here meant having to dispatch that despicable doctor who liked to hurt women…then all the better.

  Chapter Four

  One month earlier

  “That was so fucking hot,” Grant murmured, his voice harsh as he crushed his mate to his chest, loving the shudders of pleasure that still rocked her body. Kyle, the lucky bastard, was still between her beautiful thighs, no doubt taking every drop of her sweet cream. She had shattered so beautifully, screaming her pleasure to the room with no hesitation.

  “Oh, my God,” Melaina gasped, her breath still coming in harsh pants. “I never knew it would be like that. Thank you, that was amazing.”

  Kyle growled as he stood up in front of her. “You were amazing. The way your sweet pussy clenches as you come and surrenders your cream so nicely. It’s addictive.”

  Grant bent to press his mouth to the side of her neck, biting down gently with his teeth. Melaina moved her head and arched her neck to give him better access. “You come so sweetly, baby. I can’t wait to feel you do it wrapped around my cock.”

  Melaina trembled in his arms. “I think that sounds like a great idea.”

  Grant turned her gently in his arms and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, sipping them gently over and over until she softened against him. “To us, too, baby.” Grant turned her back to a now naked Kyle and stepped back to remove his own clothes as fast as he could.

  When he was naked, Grant moved to lie on the bed, wanting to get comfortable and watch Kyle take their mate for the first time. Kyle was the oldest of the two by four minutes, and it was his right to take their mate first.

  Melaina suddenly pulled free of Kyle’s kiss, her eyes flashing with need. “Wait. I-I want my first time to be with the both of you.” Grant tensed. On one hand, it was tradition, and Grant was a traditionalist at heart, but on the other, he wanted this woman more than his next breath. He looked to Kyle for guidance and wanted to shout with joy at the look of understanding and elation on his brother’s face.

  “Are you sure, Blue Eyes?” Kyle asked, gently sweeping the back of his hand across her cheekbone. “Taking us both together might cause you discomfort.”

  Melaina smiled gently at Kyle, then turned to include Grant. “It’s what I want. What I prepared for. Tonight is about what it feels like being the mate to two wolf shifters. It’s what I want. More than anything.”

  Kyle nodded, then looked over at Grant. “Why don’t you sit on the edge of the bed and show our mate how to ride her mates, and I’ll get her ready for me.”

  Grant moved faster than he ever had in his life, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling his mate into his lap.

  She laughed as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Wow, I think that is the fastest I have ever seen a person move.”

  Grant waggled his eyebrows at her comically. “Well, I was highly motivated. The faster I got here, and the sooner I was able to get you on my lap, the quicker I’d be able to get inside you. And I really want to get inside you.”

  Melaina wiggled on his lap and Grant moaned as her movements rubbed her ass against his erection. “When you talk like that my pussy feels empty.” Melaina moved to straddle his hips, moving so that she was in the best position to take him. “And wet. So very, very wet.” She whispered the last two words directly in Grant’s ear and he growled lowly, fighting the urge to impale her on his cock hard and fast.

  “Jesus, you do talk a good sex game, Mel,” he murmured as he reached down to grip his own cock. He rubbed the head against the wet opening of her pussy and they both groaned at the feel. “Move down on me, baby, take me in.” Grant held his breath as Melaina dropped slightly, taking the head of him into her heat.

  “Wow, that feels good,” she whispered, swiveling her hips in a tight circle as she moved down more, taking him inch by inch. The movements were both pleasure and torture. Grant tensed every muscle in his body and gritted his teeth against the desire slamming through him.

  “Take me to the hilt, baby,” Grant almost whispered. And then, with one final swivel of her glorious hips, she was fully seated over him. It was a tight fit and Grant remembered she still wore the butt plug.

  He saw Kyle step up behind her, but his visi
on blurred when Melaina started to move over him, pushing up onto her knees, then sliding down with a measured speed that had him groaning. He was almost completely lost in the sensation of being taken by his mate when she froze at the top of her slide, the head of his cock the only part inside her.

  “Just taking the plug out, baby,” Kyle said in a tense voice. Melaina moaned and threw her head back. Hot, liquid heat washed over his dick.

  Grant looked up and caught his brother’s eye. “Damn, she just creamed herself when you took that out. Our mate loves having something in her ass.”

  Kyle leaned in to press his mouth against Melaina’s neck. “And that’s what makes her perfect.”

  Melaina moaned when Grant reached up and pinched her nipples before rolling them between his thumbs and index fingers. “Absolutely perfect for us.”

  Grant lay back fully as Kyle pressed gently on Melaina’s back, urging her to prop herself on her arms over Grant. This position gave Grant a fantastic view of her breasts, but he could also watch her pussy slide up and down his cock, and what a fantastic vision that made.

  “Here I come, baby. Let me in,” Kyle coaxed and Grant held still, not wanting to overwhelm their mate too much. “Push out. That’s it. Oh, fuuuck, your ass looks so good taking my dick, baby. Yeah, there it is. You have all of me now.”

  “Grant,” Melaina sobbed, shaking between him and Kyle. “Please, come into me. I want to feel you both.” Unable to refuse her anything in this moment, Grant lifted his hips and pressed home. “Oh, God! So full. So very full.” Melaina’s voice was breathy. “Now, please, please fuck me. Show me what it means. Fuck me!”

  Melaina’s heartfelt plea broke the last remaining thread of control that Grant had, and he began to lift his hips, fucking into his mate. Melaina held still as he and Kyle started a syncopated rhythm that drove him closer and closer to release with every second. Grant listened to the sounds of true pleasure Melaina made.

  Her pussy suddenly rippled strongly around him. “Holy shit!” he cursed in a strangled voice. She was close to coming and her pussy was going to strangle his cock when she came, and no doubt pull him into his own release. His canines dropped and his mouth watered with the need to taste her, and he gritted his teeth to keep from leaning up and biting into the soft flesh of her neck where it met the slope of her shoulder.

  “Bite me,” Melaina’s voice shook. “Please, claim me!” And then she came, hard, the rippling of her pussy against his dick sending him hurtling toward his own orgasm. Grant leaned up and bit into the right side of Melaina’s neck. He knew instinctively that Kyle had done the same on the other side, and he growled lowly as his mouth filled with her blood. He swallowed the thick, sweet liquid and felt their mating bond snap completely into place.

  He swept his tongue across the bite mark before he pulled free and roared his mate’s name to the room as his world suddenly churned in a vortex of pleasure and he came hard. He heard his brother echo his cry of release just moments later. Shuddering and jerking through the orgasm, Grant wrapped his arms around Melaina, who had slumped against his chest. Kyle was leaning forward, hands braced on the bed on either side of their mate, and all three of them were desperately trying to draw in a breath.

  Grant closed his eyes and couldn’t keep the goofy grin off his face. For the first time, he looked inward to the bond that now tethered him and his brother to their mate. The bond wasn’t as bright as he’d been told it would be, but it was there and that was all that really mattered. He reached out toward his mate and felt her satisfaction and wonder at what had just taken place. But he also caught her guilt and shame, and those emotions had him tensing.

  “What the hell?” Kyle snarled and Grant knew he caught the same thing. Grant opened his eyes, hoping that they’d been mistaken, but when he caught his mate’s gaze, his heart sank. Guilt was written clearly in her expression and Grant knew that he wasn’t going to like what was about to happen.

  * * * *

  Present day…

  Kyle lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling above the cold slab on which he reclined. He knew exactly how many holes were in each of the ceiling boards, and how many boards in the room. He was desperately trying to remain in control, but everything within him wanted to flip the fuck out and rip this fucking room to pieces. His wolf was blocked and lost to him, but he could sense him just beyond his reach and knew he was fighting to get back to him. Kyle had never known how much he relied on his wolf to keep him calm.

  “Fuck, Kyle, would you stop gnashing your damn teeth together?” Grant complained from across the room. “If you keep doing that, you’ll be toothless by the time we get the fuck out of here. You’ve always been the ugly one of the two of us. You don’t need any more disadvantages.”

  Kyle grinned in the dark. Grant had always been able to break through his moods. As a child, Kyle would often get caught in his own head, overanalyzing issues until they completely consumed him, but Grant could always get him out of it—either with his words or his fists.

  Kyle snorted. “Dude, I don’t know what the fuck you see when you look in the mirror, but it sure as shit ain’t anything close to the perfection that looks back at me.”

  “Only if I happen to be standing behind you.”

  Kyle laughed, the sound loud in the quiet room. “Christ, is there enough room for you and your ego on that slab over there?”

  Grant laughed, and for the first time in hours, Kyle felt his body relax. He hadn’t realized just how tense he had been. He had been deliberately keeping himself from thinking about Melaina. Oh, his mind was furiously working on a plan to get him and Grant off these fucking tables and out of these cells, but he had consciously avoided thinking about Melaina.

  Grant was right. They needed to get the hell out of here and find Melaina. And when they did, Kyle was going to have a very long and serious discussion with her about the sanctity of mating to a shifter and the claiming bite. She had used them, and she was going to have to make it up to them for that. Kyle reckoned turning her ass a rosy red a couple of times would go a long way to appeasing him.

  “You’re thinking about spanking our mate, aren’t you?” Grant asked in amusement.

  “Yep. How could you tell?”

  Grant sighed as he moved to sit up on the slab. The room might have been dark, but they were shifters, and even though the fucking collar they wore muted their abilities, their night vision was still sharper than ordinary humans’.

  “Because I am, too. What you said this afternoon made sense. A lot of the blame for us being here, and Melaina and the Reyes brothers being where they are, can be placed at out mate’s feet. She chose to go it alone rather than reach out to us for help. Even before the night we claimed her, she had ample opportunities to knock on our door and let us help her.”

  Kyle moved to mirror his brother’s position. “But you were right too, Grant. Melaina was scared for Pepper and had come up with a plan, one that didn’t have her relying on anyone else because she has never had anyone to rely on. I can respect that, but that doesn’t mean we won’t be spanking that beautiful ass of hers red a couple of times to make up for it, though.”

  Grant grinned in the dark and Kyle couldn’t help but grin back. “She does have the most beautiful ass, doesn’t she?”

  Kyle moaned as memories of the firm globes of her ass slammed into him, and his body reacted accordingly. “Yes, she does, and now damn it, stop talking about her ass. I’m in enough pain as it is. If you are done sleeping and want to talk, then let’s figure out a way to get out of this shit hole. Or, at the very least, how to take these fucking collar things off.”

  “Don’t you think I have been? I want out of here just as badly as you do.”

  “Good, then let’s make a plan. Our mate is out there somewhere, and I am done not being in a position to help her, and if we find that someone has laid a hand on her, or hurt her? Then we—”

  “Rip the fucker’s arms off and make him eat them?”


  Kyle knew his smile must have been decidedly bloodthirsty, because that was exactly how he felt. “Substitute spine for arms and you’d have what I was going to say. Either way, any bastard who has dared to touch our mate dies. Slow.”

  Chapter Five

  One month earlier

  What had she done? Melaina stood at the side of the bed, pulling her clothes on, trying desperately not to throw herself at the two men standing on the opposite side of the room and beg them for forgiveness. Not less than five minutes ago, they had both been inside her, driving her to heights of pleasure she had only ever read about and thought were total bullshit, and now, they stood wearing just their jeans, glaring at her.

  “Tell us,” Kyle snarled at her and she looked up at him as she pulled her sweatshirt on. She fidgeted with the zipper, feeling unsure of herself for the first time in a very long time. “There was another motivation that drove you to our bed tonight, and I am not letting you leave until I know what it was.”

  Melaina froze. Was he threatening her? She stopped fidgeting and leveled him with a look that dared him to try. “If I want to leave this room, Kyle, I will. If you think you have the ability to stop me, then by all means, give it your best shot.” Kyle’s eyes flared, not with anger like Melaina expected, but with a sexual heat that had her own arousal starting to burn within her.

  “Wait, just wait a minute,” Grant cut in, physically placing himself between her and his brother. “There was no threat, Mel, either implied or real. Kyle and I just need to know what’s going on. One minute we’re connecting on a level I never thought possible, and the next you’re giving off waves of guilt and shame, two emotions we weren’t expecting and we sure as hell don’t deserve. We asked you if being with us was what you wanted. Hell, you even begged for the claiming, so tell us, Mel, what the hell is going on?”