by T. Cobbin
Melanie turned around, lifting her face up into the water, hiding a smile, but not before scrunching her nose up at Brock. His deep male chuckle rumbled against her back as he moved closer.
He was whole, healed, and laughing at her. Pleasure thrummed through her every time she saw, touched, or heard him. They had stayed with the bear clan for a few days until Brock was well enough to travel home. He’d been unconscious for nearly twenty-four hours, and Melanie didn’t leave his side. Their tent and belongings had been collected by the clan, and Marcus lent them a car to take them home. He’d even given Bradley his blessing to join the clan if he so pleased. Melanie remembered seeing the pride on the young male’s face.
After years of being beaten down, and having to do stuff he didn’t want to do or enjoy doing, Bradley found it all too much for a few days and had spent most of it in silence. But as he stood in front of the alpha and was asked if he would like to join them, she watched all the grief he had bottled up flow down his face in his tears.
“Thank you, Alpha Marcus, but I would like to go with Brock and Cole back to London. But if I ever find myself at odds, I would love to come back.”
“Agreed,” Marcus had said as he offered the young male his hand.
Chapter 21
“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” Brock asked as his soapy hands roamed over Melanie’s breasts.
When did he soap them up? Twinges sparked through Melanie’s body, straight down to her clit, when he gently squeezed her nipples. She leaned back, resting her head on his broad shoulder, loving the feeling his hands were creating.
“I love you,” she declared breathlessly.
“As I you, my sweetpea. But that wasn’t what you were thinking about.” His right hand moved down her stomach, and he ran a finger around her belly button.
“I was thinking about Marcus and Bradley.”
“Oh, were you?” he asked in a mock tone. To make his point he pushed his hard erection between her butt cheeks. “Perhaps I’m just not man enough.”
She chuckled. She could feel he wasn’t really hurt, but played along. “Well, you know, I saw an awful lot of naked men, skin, peni…” The rest of her sentence drifted off when Brock’s teeth came down over his mating mark and his hands directed hers to lean against the cool, white bathroom tiles. She was bent over slightly and within a few seconds found herself on tiptoes as he impaled her with his cock. His hands covered her breasts, and each time he thrust inside her, it forced her to stand on tiptoes again and again.
“The only naked men you will see from now on is Cole and me,” Brock growled as he pummeled. “The only fucking penis that will ever enter your cunt is ours.”
The rumble in Brock’s chest began to get louder with his harsher movements. His hands pinched at her nipples, and his teeth intermittently bit into her shoulder, without breaking the skin. She could feel everything he was feeling. He wasn’t angry, just frustrated. He’d been unconscious when the men carried him off the beach, leaving her surrounded by a clan of naked bears. The jealousy of having her see those men naked bothered him.
“Mine.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust. “Mine,” he repeated, his movements becoming faster, jerkier.
Her breathing had picked up, her heart thundering inside her chest. She loved the dominate side of Brock. The small tugs on her nipples added to the sensation of his cock moving inside her. Her pussy tightened, pulsed as she neared orgasm. His body rocked behind her, and his hands seemed to have an urgent need to touch her everywhere. She wanted him to touch her clit; if he would just do that, she would go off like a rocket. She clenched her pussy around his cock.
“Does my woman need something?” he asked seductively against her ear, as if he didn’t know.
“You know I do,” she said breathlessly. “If you don’t give it to me, I’ll call Cole. He will!”
She nearly laughed at his sudden annoyed emotion. One of his hands gripped her hip tightly, and his other one reached around and touched her sensitive nub. Her legs shook. His hips moved with a fiercer pounding. His finger pressed just where she needed it. Her skin suddenly seemed too tight for her body. With an explosion of pleasure pulses through her nerves, her orgasm rocked over her, mixed in with the emotion of blinding passion and love that came from Brock. She screamed, and he roared.
“Ooh, I hear and smell hot, morning sex.” Cole’s amused voice came from the other side of the shower curtain before her orgasm had even finished rippling through her.
She felt Brock’s chuckle against her back before she heard it.
“All thanks to your prank,” Brock called out as he withdrew from her body.
His arms banded around her stomach, holding her up and steady. Her legs still felt like bowls of jelly.
“Well, if it gets that reaction, perhaps I’ll do it again,” Cole said.
“No, you bloody won’t,” she said, turning and opening the shower curtain to see Cole standing there, naked, and very much aroused. “You will find your arse stuck to the toilet seat if you do. In fact…” Melanie stroked a finger along her bottom lip, her mind full of mischievous thoughts. The thought of Cole having to walk into an accident and emergency area with a toilet seat stuck to his arse seemed like a good idea. It would be amusing to see him having to explain why it was stuck to his backside with superglue.
“Okay, you win, I call quits. No more pranks.” Cole chuckled, holding his hands up.
If that was his way of trying to get her to call a truce, that so wasn’t going to happen. “Okay.” She shrugged and gave him a sweet smile, while secretly wondering if she could get away with a one-sided truce.
“I know that smile,” Cole said, pulling her out of the shower.
Her naked, wet skin stuck to his chest as he pulled her against him. Behind her, she heard Brock turning the water off and stepping out to join them. With one male in front and another behind her, her body heated up again.
“You are one very sneaky teacher, Miss Bell. If I was one of your students, I wouldn’t want to get on your bad side. But because I am your mate and lover, I think I can get away with it.” Cole grinned. “However, I won’t be putting it to the test…very often. He slanted his head and kissed her, his tongue sliding between her lips to enter her mouth.
Oh, how her mate explored her mouth, he just exuded love and sexual energy, and everything else in between. She loved this man.
Panting, she pulled away from him. “This isn’t the plan for today.” She placed a fake pout on her face.
“Sweetpea, this is the plan for every day.” Hoisting her up into his arms, and with a helping hand from Brock, Cole slid inside her.
She was already wet, ready and lubricated from Brock’s cock before. She wrapped her arms around Cole’s neck and her legs tightly around his waist. Burying her face in his neck, she kissed his damp skin. Brock grasped her waist, and both men began moving her up and down on Cole’s rigid length. Brock tweaked her nipples between his fingers, adding that tiny touch of pain she enjoyed.
Looking up at Cole’s handsome face, she saw something pass between him and Brock. She frowned when Brock’s warmth disappeared from behind her. She glimpsed him as he walked past them and through the bathroom door, back into their bedroom. Her world twirled when Cole followed. Each step he took shifted his dick inside her in a delicious manner. She couldn’t resist burying her face in his neck and nipping his skin. He gasped, making her smile, and encouraging her to continue.
“Sweetpea, I’d be very careful doing that. You might find yourself pinned against a wall and fucked pretty hard and fast, instead of the slow, loving way we intended.”
Her pussy clenched, liking the idea. But the serious tone of his voice had her pulling her face from his neck to look up at him. We?
“We intended? You didn’t speak?” she questioned.
“Cole and I have been together a long while, and we know each other so well that sometimes we don’t need to speak.” Brock’s voice came from behind her; it was
huskier, more gravelly that usual.
She didn’t need to turn her head around to know he was either sitting or lying on the bed. With Cole still embedded inside her, he knelt on the bed and crawled up toward the middle. Each movement still adding that zing to her pussy and spreading through her body.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” she panted. She was on the verge.
She squeezed her pelvic muscles around Cole’s large member just to see if he would follow through on his threat. She’d take that hard and fast fucking right now, over a slow loving. He responded with a long, throaty groan.
“She’s torturing me here,” Cole moaned, falling onto his hands, leaving her back hitting the mattress underneath him.
Feeling something around her head, she tilted her head up to see Brock grinning down at her. Her head was between his naked thighs, and his cock, thick and erect, was touching his belly button. She licked her lips. A low growl filled the air, making her look up into Brock’s heated eyes.
“Turn her over, Cole,” Brock ordered, his voice now a whole lot huskier than before.
Cole withdrew from her body, and before she could form a thought, she found herself flipped and embedded on his cock again. She was now face-down right in front of Brock’s shaft.
“Lick it, baby, just like you did those luscious lips a moment ago,” Brock rumbled.
Cole pulled his shaft from her pussy and thrust back inside her, hard and fast, causing her to slide up the bed toward Brock’s cock.
“Again, man,” Brock ordered, looking toward Cole.
Cole did as Brock requested. As another gasp left her lips, they touched Brock’s cock. Staring into Brock’s eyes, she grabbed hold of his hard sex and licked him from balls to tip. His head fell back against the headboard, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as another deep groan rumbled from his throat.
Cole withdrew and slowly entered her again. A hand crept up along the side of her and massaged her right breast. Brock’s head lifted back up, his eyes opening and staring back at her. They burned with lust. Lowering her head, she placed the mushroomed head between her lips and lightly sucked. She had to look away from the intensity of Brock’s dark orbs down to his member.
With the head of his dick between her lips, she ran her tongue over the tiny slit, tasting his pre-cum. She lowered her mouth even more as Cole again withdrew and pushed back deep inside her. One of his hands gripped her hip, the other continuing to tweak her nipple. Her mouth slid up and down on Brock’s cock. The three of them moved like a well-oiled machine. More pre-cum flowed over her taste buds. Cole began to move faster. She was on fire, and she could feel her body tightening. She was on the precipice of coming, her pussy clenching at Cole’s dick harder and more often..
She screeched out a moan of dismay when Cole withdrew totally from her body. Why? Why had he stopped? Brock’s cock left her mouth with an audible pop when an arm banded around her middle, both lifting and spinning her around to face Cole again. Before she could even speak, she found herself yet again impaled on Cole’s cock. He moved, once, twice. She gasped as he filled her. Behind her she could feel Brock move, but after another few thrusts, she didn’t care. Her body was building toward that orgasm they had robbed her of before.
A cool, well-lubed finger rubbed between her butt cheeks and then pressed against the entrance of that dark place. They had played, fingered, and used toys on her, but this felt different. She knew what was going to happen. Panic and fear hit her in short blasts, but that soon disappeared as Cole sucked on her neck, just above his mating mark. Brock sucked on the other side, on his. Cole’s cock continued to move in and out of her. The slight burn of Brock’s finger as it entered her backside slowly dissolved to a sensation that she wanted to feel more of. His lips covered hers, swallowing her gasp.
“We can stop, remember, sweetpea? Anytime you want,” Cole murmured breathless above her.
She shook her head. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to do this. She wanted to feel both of her men inside her. Not just fingers and toys, but them. Their cocks. “No, do it. I want this.”
Another finger entered her behind, and she could feel Brock scissor his fingers. After a few moments, everything paused again, Brock’s fingers leaving her body as Cole crawled up the bed on his knees, taking her with him. Her arse hit Brock’s crotch, and she could feel his shaft between her butt cheeks. With four hands moving over her, between them, and moving her until everyone was comfortable, she felt Brock’s large width touch her anus. Her breath halted and she froze for a second before relaxing. She wanted this. Fear had no place here.
Cole withdrew until only the head of his penis sat inside her entrance. Brock pushed behind her, his shaft pushing past the restraining muscles at her back entrance.
“Push back at me, baby,” Brock ordered huskily.
She did and felt a burning stretch, like a steel rod had just been shoved up her backside. She almost laughed at the thought. Brock’s cock was an iron shaft, and it was being inserted into her backside. Slight pain and a burning sensation intensified as he inserted his cock more inside her, until she felt a pop. She bit her lip before looking up into Cole’s beautiful dark eyes. He bent and kissed her, heating her body up. Someone’s fingers moved over her right breast, tweaking her nipple. Another hand molded her left breast. Her men distracted her until finally Cole stopped moving and she found herself completely full of Brock’s sex, her butt resting in his lap.
“There we go, sweetpea,” Brock whispered into her ear. “When you’re ready, we’ll move.”
Licks, nips, and warm touches of their lips and mouths roamed over her neck, breasts, and skin. Her body felt like it was being dipped in lava.
“Move,” she all but growled at them.
Cole’s cock entered her as Brock’s withdrew until the thick, mushroomed head was just inside of her. Oh God! The feeling was indescribable.
“Again,” she begged.
Brock chuckled as he entered her and Cole withdrew. This time they didn’t pause—between them they set up a pattern. One thick, long erection was always inside her as they moved. Faster, harder. Cole shifted a touch until he began hitting the delicious point inside her that made her cry out, and her back arched.
“That’s what we like to hear.” Brock chuffed behind her.
Her slick skin glided between both of her men. In and out. Out and in. She didn’t know where she began and they ended. She could feel both men’s sex rub against each other through the thin piece of membrane between their shafts. She wondered how it felt for them.
Brock’s head lifted from her shoulder and deviated toward Cole. Melanie watched avidly as her two men’s tongues met before their mouths did. Holy moly! It was more than sexy to watch them devour each other. Their kiss continued as they upped the beat. She couldn’t keep her eyes off their mouths. She rocked between them, their beats moving faster and faster. Her breasts zinged from the nipple tweaks.
She held onto Cole’s arms in a fierce hold. She knew her fingernails were piercing his skin, but she just needed…wanted that something. A hand moved between their bodies and pressed that tiny nub that sent a nerve-racking wave through her body. She threw her head back against Brock’s chest. Her body sang, and her pussy clenched.
Then two sets of teeth bit either side of her neck and both men entered her together, setting off another explosion inside her. She screamed through this one as the men continually slid slowly inside her, bringing her back down to earth. Her sensitive pussy feeling their jerking cocks as they filled her with their seed.
If a puddle of water had feelings, perhaps this is how it would feel. Closing her eyes, she slipped back to sleep.
Chapter 22
Back at work a few days later, the music thrummed in the club as people moved together on the dance floor. The women who liked the looks of Brock and thought they could get him into bed, puffed out their chests when ordering their drinks and tried their come-ons. But Brock didn’t even look. He added
a flirty tone to his voice to keep them coming back for drinks, but that was it. They could keep their tits, their pussies, and whatever else, because all he could think about was Melanie.
Thinking of her, he lifted his head and looked up at the glass bubble room to see if he could get a glimpse of her. She’d come along with him and Cole tonight, it was their third night back at work. Melanie had spent the morning phoning her friends and catching up with all the gossip. He tried sharing her emotions, but boy! He only handled about five to ten minutes of it before finding himself physically drained. She must have gone through nearly every single emotion there was. It had only been a little over a week since she’d discovered that all her friends, with the exception of Bobbie, were also mated to shifters. But Brock had a feeling that Bobbie wouldn’t be far behind. A certain dragon shifter seemed to constantly have his eye on her.
The women were all up in a bubble VIP room, drinking and catching up. Each time Brock placed a drink on the bar, he couldn’t help but raise his gaze to the room, hoping for a glimpse of his little female. His heart fluttered each time he saw Melanie through glass of the VIP room. She looked as if she were standing in that particular place on purpose in order for him and Cole to see her. She wore a tight red dress that clung to her like a second skin. His cock had yet to deflate since he first spotted her in it.
Glancing at Cole, he knew when their break came up in about fifteen minutes, she was going to find herself between them in their office. Very much naked… Well, apart from those six-inch, bright red, fuck-me shoes.
He also knew the friends had all agreed to bring Bobbie in on their secret tonight and tell her about the shifter world. Melanie admitted she felt bad lying to her friend. Each of the females’ mates had agreed it wouldn’t be too much of a danger. He supposed they too noticed it wouldn’t be long before she officially knew about the shifter world anyway.