A Triple Melody (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Kalissa Alexander

  “I take it Jonathan won’t be joining us?”

  “He called. I’m sorry, I should have told you. He’s held up in New York and he has no idea what time he’s going to make it back to here.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that. Jonathan seemed very nice.”

  “I thought you were nice, too,” Constantine piped in.

  Constantine and Gabriel seemed to fit so well here, and she on the other hand felt so out of place. Looking down at her utensils, she tried to remember what she had read in some magazine about formal dinners—always work from the outside in, and the silverware above the plate is used for dessert. Okay. She breathed a little easier. I can do this.

  “I hope you like beef tenderloin,” Constantine inquired. “It’s one of my favorites.”

  “I’m a meat lover, so beef tenderloin is one of my favorites, too.”

  “That’s good to hear. It’s Chef Mathieu’s specialty,” Gabriel added, his eyes watching her, almost as if he expected her to bolt any minute.

  “Would you like another glass of wine?” Constantine asked.

  “Yes, thank you.” She could use the whole bottle. She was feeling more and more out of her element by the minute.

  Constantine poured them each a glass of red wine. He informed her it was a Pinot Noir. She liked it, and halfway through the meal she realized she had finished her second glass. She was feeling slightly overheated. Constantine and Gabriel didn’t seem to be affected in the least, and she was sure they had been keeping up with her glass for glass or possibly they had bypassed her.

  “Everything is absolutely delicious,” she gushed, the beef melting in her mouth. It was heaven to her taste buds.

  “Makes me wish I was a piece of beef tenderloin,” Constantine muttered.

  She lowered her eyes, hoping she wasn’t blushing again. She couldn’t help herself from taking another bite. As she did, she glanced up to see Constantine’s eyes locked on her lips. Between the two men, the wine, and the food, she was feeling highly desirable and a bit daring. The ache in her center was becoming more and more unbearable. She wanted something she had never aggressively wanted before. She wanted sex and she wanted it with Constantine and Gabriel. Holy Crap!

  “What about dessert?” Constantine asked her before he drained his wine glass and reached for the bottle to pour himself another.

  She pushed her glass forward and watched him fill it. She took a sip. “I think I’d rather have this,” she said softly, raising her glass to her lips.

  “I think she’s had enough,” Gabriel said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

  “Have you had enough?” Constantine asked her.

  “It’s so good. But I suppose this should be my last glass,” she said with a sigh.

  “Yes. It is,” Gabriel said with a finality that made her blink. Did he think she was drunk?

  “I’m not drunk,” she said, feeling chastised.

  “I’m aware of that,” Gabriel said, his voice tight. “I just want you to be fully aware of everything that happens tonight.”

  “I’m fully aware of my surroundings,” she said, pushing her glass away. “What’s happening tonight?”

  “If you don’t want dessert, let’s take this conversation into the other room,” Gabriel said, his eyes going from hers to Constantine’s.

  Constantine stood behind her and grabbed her chair as she pushed away from the table. She was about to grab her wine glass and thought better of it. Constantine took her elbow and guided her through the house into yet another living room or maybe this was a study or library except if it were a library it would have more books. Whatever they called it, it was warm and intimate with low lights and leather furniture.

  She slid onto the sofa, feeling its coolness against her skin as her dress rose high on her thighs. She tried to pull it down. She looked up to see that Gabriel and Constantine were watching her intently. Her mouth went suddenly dry and her heart began to beat erratically as Gabriel sat down on one side of her and Constantine the other. She had been between them at dinner and now here she was between them once again, except now she could feel their thighs against her own. She stifled an unwanted moan. What were they doing to her?

  “So, Melody,” Gabriel said, his hand sneaking across the back of the sofa, “tell me about yourself. Have you had many boyfriends? I want to know all about you.”

  “I don’t have a boyfriend now,” she said, lowering her eyes, looking at her hands in her lap that she was trying to keep from trembling.

  “That’s what I thought,” he murmured. “How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”

  “What?”

  “He said,” Constantine said softly, his lips touching her ear, “how long has it been since you’ve had sex?”

  “I can’t tell you that.” For some reason she wanted to giggle.

  “Why not?” Gabriel asked.

  “Because it’s none of your business.”

  “How else am I going to know your experience level? If we are to continue, I really need to know, Melody.”

  Gabriel’s fingers touched her thigh. She looked down at them and then into his eyes. She knew she should move her leg, except she didn’t want to. If anything, she wanted those fingers to travel upward to touch her beneath her dress. What was it about these two that made her feel so safe and sexy?

  “Melody,” Constantine said, his hand grabbing her chin to turn her face upward toward his. “You know we both want you, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed out.

  “Good.” Constantine smiled with what she thought might be relief. “Then tell us. When is the last time you had sex and with who.”

  “I’ve never”—she knew her face had to be red—“had sex before.”

  Gabriel let out an oath. Constantine just continued to stare at her.

  “You’re a virgin,” Gabriel said in shock.

  She nodded her head.

  “She’s a virgin.” Gabriel’s voice rose slightly. “We never do virgins.”

  “Never say never,” Constantine said, removing his finger from her chin to run his hands along her shoulders. His hands felt good, releasing some of her tension.

  “Constantine,” Gabriel said in warning.

  “I know, she’s inexperienced, but look at her.”

  She could feel their eyes assessing her. She squeezed her legs shut. It was all she could do to keep from losing what little control she had left. This whole conversation was the sexiest she had ever experienced, and her body was responding in ways she never thought possible.

  “I need to see more,” Gabriel said gruffly. “Take off your dress for us, Melody.”

  Chapter Ten

  This is insane, her brain kept telling her. They had gone from the perfect hosts who had served her beef tenderloin to demanding she take off her dress to prove she was worthy of them, and she was actually contemplating doing it.

  “Come, Melody. Let me help you,” Constantine offered. He took the glass from her hand and put it down next to the sofa, and then he brought her to her feet. “We won’t do anything you don’t want us to.”

  “He’s right, we won’t. But first, I need to know you understand what we’re asking,” Gabriel said, as if talking to a child.

  “I understand everything perfectly. You told me to take off my dress.” She looked down at Gabriel, who was still sitting on the sofa and then to Constantine, who continued to stare at her, holding her hands.

  “Then do it,” Gabriel said thickly. She felt his need, and it fueled her own.

  She turned so Constantine could unzip her dress. She felt the material part. Her heart was beating rapidly, and her mouth felt dry again. He looked at her through hooded eyes, his nostrils flaring. She felt herself drawn to him. He took a step back.

  “Continue,” Constantine breathed.

  With a kind of courage she didn’t know she possessed, Melody slipped the dress from her shoulders and pulled it down over her hips. She watched as it dropped to
the floor. As she stepped out of it, her first instinct was to cover herself. However, Constantine, as if reading her mind, reached out and grabbed her hands. He turned her around so she was facing Gabriel and held her wrists behind her back with one hand while using the other to push her hair away from her neck. She felt his warm, smooth lips kiss the hollow of her throat. She couldn’t believe she was standing in front of them like this, wearing nothing but a black lace bra and matching bikini panties with heels. It was so crazy and so damned erotic.

  Still sitting on the sofa, Gabriel stroked every inch of her with his eyes. She felt her body respond. The wetness between her legs increased. She quivered in anticipation of what would happen next.

  “Now I’m going to take off your panties, Melody,” Gabriel murmured. She watched as he downed the rest of his wine before he stood up, leaving the wine glass on the end table. She could feel her heart beating rapidly.

  He stood quietly in front of her, his eyes glowing with desire. His head tilted toward hers. She desperately wanted him to kiss her. Her lips parted. She could feel his breath on her face. If her hands had been free, she would have reached up and touched him.

  She heard the ripping sound before she realized it was her panties being torn from her body. The air hit her warmth and she moaned, closing her eyes. This was too much. She opened her eyes and watched as Gabriel pulled on her bra. Constantine released her hands long enough to unhook it. She leaned back into him. His lips were in her hair. He grabbed her wrists again and held them tightly while pushing her upper body outward.

  Gabriel slipped his fingers under her bra straps and pulled the material toward him until her breasts were released. She watched his eyes widen in appreciation. He dropped her bra on the floor.

  “Magnificent,” he breathed, taking first one nipple and then the other between his thumb and forefinger.

  He twisted them painfully. She gasped at the exquisite feelings that fanned the fire burning inside of her.

  “Now spread your legs wide for me,” Gabriel told her softly.

  She parted them, but it was Constantine’s leg that pushed between them to spread her legs even further apart. Her moist pussy was completely exposed as her large but firm breasts jutted outward toward Gabriel. The ache in her elongated nipples was painful and yet so erotic. Never had she felt anything like this. It was the most unbelievably intense experience of her life. They hadn’t even had sex, and it was already better than anything she could have anticipated.

  “You’re doing so well, Melody,” Gabriel murmured, running his hand over her mound.

  She cried out from the pleasure that radiated throughout her body. “Please,” she whispered.

  Gabriel’s middle finger opened her gently to find her clit. He caressed it gently before his finger inched up inside her. “Do you like that, Melody?” He asked, inserting yet another finger that he moved in and out of her.

  Her muscles tightened, only restricted by Constantine who was still holding her so that she couldn’t move her arms or legs. She was completely in their power. Moaning, she wiggled her hips, forcing the cheeks of her behind against Constantine’s erection beneath his pants. My God, she thought, how big is he?

  Suddenly, Constantine released her hands. She swayed into Gabriel, who removed his fingers from inside her. He held her in his arms, his lips only inches from hers before he abruptly turned her around and pushed her down on the sofa. Totally naked except for her heels, she looked up at both men in agony. She writhed, not caring that they knew how much she wanted them. Nothing mattered but the pleasure they could give each other.

  Constantine and Gabriel smiled down at her. “You’re very beautiful, Melody.” Constantine spoke first. “More so than even I thought was possible. What do you want?”

  “Tell us what you want,” Gabriel demanded, unbuttoning his shirt. Her eyes widened as both men started to disrobe. She watched as each piece of clothing was removed until they were both naked. Her jaw dropped. They were huge. Was this normal? What did it matter, all she cared about was the way they made her feel.

  “I want you both.” They were the two most gorgeous men she had ever seen, and now they were nothing less than naked perfection—rock-hard bodies with muscles that begged for her touch. She wanted them like she had never wanted anything in her life.

  She gasped. “You’ll never fit.”

  “We’ll fit because we’re going to stretch you and fuck you until you beg us to stop. Tell me, my sweet girl, I know you’re a virgin, but have you ever had anal sex before?” Gabriel’s eyes burned into hers.

  “No,” she said somewhat fearfully.

  “That’s what I thought, and it’s okay,” Gabriel said soothingly. “As much as we want you in every way possible, we would never cause you harm. Anal sex is something that has to be adjusted to. We’ll help you do that if you want, but for now, we’ll fuck your sweet pussy and your beautiful mouth.”

  “Stand up now, Melody,” Gabriel ordered.

  She stood immediately. “That’s good, baby,” he said.

  Gabriel sat back down on the sofa that was low to the floor. “Give her to me, Constantine.”

  Constantine lifted her body toward his, smashing her breasts into his hard chest and his erection into her stomach. “Just relax,” he soothed. “You were made to have sex with more than one man at a time. It’s written all over your beautiful body. But first, we need to take your virginity. Do you wish to give that to us, Melody?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “I want to give it you. Please take it.”

  Constantine lifted her by the cheeks of her ass, and put her in front of Gabriel. He lifted her easily and placed her above his brother’s cock, facing Gabriel. Gabriel’s hands reached up and grabbed her hips, guiding her downward.

  “We’re going to this quickly,” Gabriel said, his eyes glazed with his need. “It will hurt, but I promise, it won’t hurt for long.”

  She cried out as Gabriel’s cock impaled in one upward thrust. The pain was intense but short lived. Constantine held her, his hands reaching around her to hold her by her breasts, his mouth in her ear, mumbling sweet platitudes to calm her. Gabriel waited, letting her adjust to his size. Slowly his hips moved his cock and his hands lifted her hips. She moved to his rhythm, losing herself in the sensations that she never wanted to stop.

  “That’s right, baby. Just wiggle your hips up and down,” Gabriel crooned to her. “That’s it. God, you’re tight.”

  “Now, Constantine,” Gabriel ordered. “Turn her around so she’s facing you.”

  Constantine lifted her off Gabriel’s cock and turned her around. He positioned her above his brother’s cock again and this time, she slid down easily, gasping at how good it felt.

  “Open your mouth,” Constantine ordered from in front of her, wrapping his hand around her hair to push her head back. Her eyes flew open as she did as she was told. He shoved his long, thick, hard cock into her mouth hard. She saw his face contort in pleasure.

  “Suck it, Melody. Suck it,” Constantine choked out.

  Her eyes locked with his. There was nothing she wanted more than to please him. She sucked him in deeply and ran her hands over his balls that she could tell were heavy with his need. She grazed him lightly with her teeth before she swirled her tongue around and around, still bringing him deeper into her throat. She instinctively knew exactly what to do to make him come in her mouth. She wanted to taste him. She really did, and the thought startled her. She couldn’t imagine anything more sexually stimulating than to have Constantine’s cum glide down her throat while Gabriel filled her pussy with his.

  She loved having two cocks inside her. It was surreal and yet it seemed so natural. She could feel both men expanding to fill her beyond her capacity. All she could think about was the burning in her center that was ever growing and expanding her parameters until her entire body was aflame with feelings that refused to stop until….she shuddered as wave after sensational wave of everything that felt good spiraled int
o her all at once. She lost her breath. She thought she was going to lose her mind. It was then that she felt the warmth explode inside her pussy and then her mouth. She swallowed Constantine’s cum with a thirst she hadn’t known she possessed.

  Gabriel stiffened and cried out from beneath her. She screamed out their names. She hardly knew these two men and yet she had experienced her very first orgasm with them and, God help her, she wanted to experience another one with them. Could she really be this wanton and needy? She licked her lips as Constantine removed his cock from her mouth. Gabriel slipped out from inside her. Sex was better than anything she had ever experienced. Her premonition about dinner tonight had been right on target. Her life never would be the same again.

  Chapter Eleven

  She was never sure quite by who, but her body had been lifted by either Gabriel or Constantine and taken into a bathroom that wasn’t far from the room where she had just been given a mind-altering experience that would forever change the way she looked at the world.

  Before, she had thought sex was overrated and she could live without it. No big deal. It was big deal. How could she have been so stupid to think that all men were created equal in that department? It was then that she remembered Calla’s words about how Gabriel had given her the best sex she’d ever had. Did she mean just him or had Constantine been there, too? A stab of what she thought must be jealously sliced through her. Would they, she wondered, compare her to Calla? If so, she was sure she would be the loser.

  The water hitting her body brought her back to reality. The two men that were holding her between them in the shower had started to run their soapy hands across her skin.

  “Oh,” she breathed. “This is nice.”

  “Yes, it is.” Constantine smiled and kissed her nose. “You were everything I hoped you would be. I hope you weren’t disappointed.” His eyes looked innocently into hers. Was he really asking her if she had enjoyed herself? She had thought it was pretty obvious.

  “That word can’t even be in your vocabulary when it comes to sex for you two. At least not for your partner.”