Sugar Creek 2: Melissa's Acceptance (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  “I’ve never felt like this before.” Melissa finally started trying to explain what she was experiencing, but she didn’t have the words to expound on what she was going through, physically and emotionally.

  She took a deep breath and began trying to explain again. “I know I will have to go home soon, but I don’t want to. I feel like I belong here.”

  Damian gave her a soft smile and pushed the hair falling down across her cheek back behind her ear. “That’s the way it is with mates, baby. There is so much we want to tell you, but I’m not sure you’re ready to hear it all yet. But just be assured you are the only woman we will ever want in our lives. Don’t think you’re the only one that feels the connection, because we feel it, too, Mel.”

  “But what if I agree to…be your mate? What if you…claim me and it doesn’t work out? What if you change your minds?” Melissa looked at Luke and his expression was so possessive it shot straight to her heart, and when she glanced back at Damian, he had the same expression on his face.

  “We would never do anything to hurt you, baby. Let me put your mind at ease.” Damian cupped her face between his hands and stared deeply into her eyes. “There is no way we will ever change our minds. When a wolf mates, it’s for life. If you let us claim you, we will never walk away from you. We can’t and wouldn’t want to even if we could. A mating claim between a werewolf and their mate is so much more than a human marriage. We won’t want to be away from you for very long. We would need you close to us nearly all the time.”

  “But…”

  “Shh.” Damian leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. His lips clung to hers and when he pressed a little firmer, she closed her eyes and pressed her body closer to his.

  And then she was lost. Damian was a force to be reckoned with. He angled his head and covered her mouth with his. She opened to him and moaned when his tongue pressed into her mouth. He tasted different to Luke. Spicier, but no less sexually intoxicating. The more he kissed her, the more she wanted. When the hardened peaks of her breasts brushed against his muscular pecs, she realized she’d moved closer to him. She couldn’t help but moan as the brush against her sensitive nipples made her crave for a deeper touch. His tongue slid, danced, and dueled with and against hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck so he couldn’t pull away.

  She needed to be closer to him and Luke more than she needed her next breath. There was no way she could walk away without experiencing their complete touch. Their complete possession. If not in mind and heart, then at least in body.

  Damian slowed the kiss and then lifted his head. He was gasping for breath and she could have sworn that she felt him trembling.

  “Baby, we want to touch you and show you how good it could be between us. We won’t do anything you don’t want us to, and if you ask us to stop, I promise that we will stop immediately.” Damian paused to swallow and Melissa heard him. That little sign made her realize that he wasn’t as sure of her as he seemed. She looked over at Luke and saw that he was clenching his jaw, and he also looked like he was holding his breath.

  Melissa needed their touch so badly and even though she could end up getting hurt again, she couldn’t refuse them, didn’t want to.

  “I–I…yes.”

  Damian rose to his feet, taking her with him. She expected him to put her down, but he didn’t. He began walking toward the hallway and the bedrooms.

  “Thank you, Melissa. I realize what a gift you’re giving to us by accepting us, our touch. We would never do anything to purposely hurt or upset you.”

  Melissa rested her head against his chest and drew in a deep breath. After holding it for a few seconds, she slowly released it. She was so horny and nervous she began to tremble, and hoped that if Damian could feel her quaking that he didn’t think she was scared of him. Because she wasn’t. In fact, she wasn’t worried that he or Luke would hurt her in anyway at all. Didn’t that mean that she trusted them? There was no way she would have acquiesced to what was about to happen unless she trusted them. Would I?

  Damian lowered her to the bed and then got up beside her. The mattress dipped on the other side of her and she knew Luke had joined them. Luke bent down and took her mouth with more hunger this time. His tongue glided along hers, tasting and exploring every inch of her cavern. She lost herself in the hunger and sexual intensity of his kiss.

  The mattress dipped near her feet and she knew that Damian had moved. Melissa felt large, warm hands sliding up the outside of her jean-clad calves. They moved higher and higher until they caressed over her hips, and then one hand held her still while the other undid the button and lowered the zipper. All the while, Luke kissed her with a hungry carnality. She was only vaguely aware of her jeans and panties being pulled down her legs and off over her feet. Those hands, which had been caressing her legs, were back, and this time she could feel the slight abrasiveness as Damian’s callused hands caressed over her flesh. His skin felt so warm and the heat of his touch ramped her arousal higher.

  Moving restlessly, she moaned as the exquisite feelings aroused her to a fever pitch. Two more hands slid up beneath her T-shirt and she knew it was Luke.

  Luke broke the kiss and then began to nibble and lick his way down her neck. He paused to nip at her earlobe and then began his journey downward again. Luke pushed her shirt up and over the top of her breasts, and then his hands were stroking her belly. He took his time, exploring every inch of her abdomen, over her ribs and up toward her breasts. When he enclosed her flesh and kneaded both globes, she groaned again in appreciation of the exquisite sensations firing through her system.

  If this had been a dream, she never would have wanted to wake up.

  Luke’s hands at her breasts shifted and then he flicked her nipples with his thumbs until they were hard peaks of undiluted arousal. She could feel her desire weeping from her cunt. Her clit was one big, throbbing ache. Damian’s hands skimmed down her legs, grasped her ankles, and then he spread them wide. He began to caress his way back up, skimming the inside of her thighs, getting closer to the heat of her body. She arched her hips up, trying to direct his touch where she needed, ached for them the most.

  When she felt Luke’s warm, wet mouth suck a nipple into its depths, she pushed her breasts forward, eager for more of his carnal touch.

  Damian’s hands were so close to her pussy she wanted to beg him to stop teasing her and touch her, but before she could voice her needs, he reached the apex between her legs, and gently slid a finger through her wet, hairless lips.

  Melissa was on fire.

  She gasped when Damian’s fingers caressed through her cream, as if he was gathering it on the tips of his digits, getting closer and closer to her clit, but not actually touching it. She needed to be touched there so badly, her clit was throbbing with every beat of her heart.

  Her pussy was clenching in spasms, as if begging to be filled. And it was. The emptiness inside was nearly more than she could stand. With the first brush of Damian’s finger over her clit and the mouth suckling her nipples, alternating between breasts, it was enough to send her over the edge. The pressure inside was getting higher and higher, and even though it frightened her a little with its intensity, she couldn’t fight it. The heat inside her flamed into an inferno and she opened her mouth on a soundless scream. She came with an explosion. Her body shook and quivered. Her pussy clenched and released as it expelled copious amounts of cream and fluid. Tears pooled in her eyes and she turned her head to the side.

  “Oh fuck yeah. That’s it little Mel, give me your cum.” Damian was about to lower his head again, but Melissa was so embarrassed she needed to get away.

  She groaned with shame, rolled away from them and scrambled from the bed. She nearly tripped over as she ran around the end of the bed and into the bathroom, sobbing as fluid ran down her thighs.

  “Oh God, not again. Please help me. Not again,” she cried, then slammed and locked the door behind her.

  “Melissa, what’s wrong?”
Damian’s voice was near the door. “Come out and talk to us, baby.”

  * * * *

  Damian could hear her sobbing. She was trying to be quiet, but she was breaking his heart.

  “Melissa, open the door, sweetheart. Why did you run, honey? Please Mel, you have nothing to be crying about. Open the door.” Luke looked just as worried as Damian felt.

  When the door stayed closed to them, Damian began to get really concerned for their mate.

  “What do you think that was about?” Luke asked.

  “I have no idea, but we’re going to find out,” Damian replied firmly.

  “Melissa, open this door right now.” Damian growled the command. He decided to take matters into his own hands when nothing happened. He didn’t want to scare her, but he needed to see her and try to understand why she was so upset. He’d heard her saying “not again” and there was a knot lodged in his gut because he had no clue what was going on.

  “Melissa, if you’re near the door I want you to back away from it.”

  She screamed when Damian kicked the door open and came crashing through. The door bounced against the wall but he caught it before it could move toward him again.

  Damian entered the bathroom, taking in her tear-stained face, red-rimmed eyes, and pink cheeks. She had never looked more beautiful to him and from the look on Luke’s face, his brother was in agreement. Now that he could see her face, he wanted some answers. Had someone hurt her and she’d freaked out? If that was the case, whoever it was was a dead man.

  There was no way he could let someone who had hurt his mate continue to walk around without being shown the error of his ways.

  Melissa looked like she was embarrassed and wouldn’t meet his or Luke’s eyes. Even though she tried to hide it, he saw the tears in her eyes and he would have walked up to her and taken her into his arms if she hadn’t started speaking. He wanted to hear what she had to say without spooking her any more than she already was, so he stayed still to hear her out. It took all of his control not to go to her when the tears began rolling down her cheeks.

  “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, and Damian could hear the agony in her voice. “I didn’t mean to. I can’t seem to help it.” She still wouldn’t look at him or Luke, and she clutched tightly to the top of the towel she’d wrapped around her body as if it were a lifeline. Her knuckles had turned white.

  “What exactly are you sorry for, Melissa?” Luke asked quietly.

  When Melissa didn’t reply and kept her eyes down on the floor. Damian finally walked over to her and gently clasped her chin in his thumb and finger, and lifted her gaze to his.

  “Answer the question, baby,” Damian demanded in a firm voice.

  “I wet myself,” Melissa said on a broken sob. “I’ve done it once before. I didn’t think it would happen again. I thought, hoped, it was a one-time thing, but I was wrong.”

  Damian couldn’t stand her unnecessary heartache anymore. Bending down, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom. He sat on the side of the bed, tucking Melissa onto his lap and into the warmth of his chest.

  “Melissa, I’m going to ask you a few personal questions which I want you to answer truthfully. How many times have you had sex, baby?”

  Melissa closed her eyes as if trying to shut him out, but he wasn’t about to let that happen. Not now when it was so important to get to the bottom of her shame. Damian needed her to learn from the start that she could open up with them, tell them anything, and they’d help her work out her problems. But he had a feeling this situation was because some asshole had made her feel bad about her body’s normal reaction and function. He and Luke needed to reassure her that she wasn’t an anomaly or a freak, but first he needed to know if his mind was on the right track.

  “Um…if you mean intercourse, I–I haven’t. If you mean heavy p–petting, twice. I–Including today. I–I’m sorry.” Melissa sobbed. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

  When she cried quietly and she looked away from him and down at the floor again, and a shudder wracked her body, he couldn’t stand to see her pain. Whenever his mate was in pain then so was he, but he couldn’t let her continue to think the way she was. She had done nothing wrong and everything right.

  “Ah, Mel, who told you there was something wrong with you?” Damian asked, trying to keep the fury from his voice.

  “My ex-boyfriend. He told me I was dirty.”

  “There is nothing wrong with you, honey.” Luke sat on the bed next to him and Melissa, taking hold of one of her hands.

  “It’s natural for some women to ejaculate when they come, baby. You did not wet yourself.” Damian pulled her in closer to his body.

  “Your ex is a complete bastard. He obviously didn’t know what he was talking about, sweetheart.” Luke stroked a hand over her hair.

  “Men ejaculate all the time, Melissa, and so can some women. In fact, one of the things that turn Luke and me on the most is if we can get a woman to come like that all the time. You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, baby. It’s a natural bodily function,” Damian explained in a soft voice, hoping to alleviate some of Melissa’s stress and mortification. Every word he’d spoken was the truth. Now all he and Luke had to do was convince their mate that they were sincere.

  “Really?” Melissa asked, but she didn’t sound as if she was sure whether to believe Damian or not.

  “I can prove it to you if you’d like, Mel,” Luke informed her.

  “You can? How?” Melissa asked, and Damian heard the doubt in her voice. He glanced at Luke and nodded to him.

  “Come with Damian and me into our office and we’ll show you all the information you want on female ejaculation. The colloquial term for it is ‘squirting.’”

  Melissa followed Luke and Damian into their office and she watched as Luke sat down on the chair in front of the computer. She moved around the desk to stand next to him so she could see the monitor when he brought it up on the screen. When he had obviously found the information he wanted, Luke spun the chair around and snagged an arm around Melissa’s waist and he pulled her onto his lap.

  “Read what’s on the screen, sweetheart, then you’ll realize just what an ass your stupid ex was.”

  Melissa read the contents of the web page Luke brought up for her. The more she read, the angrier she looked. Damian hoped that she wasn’t angry at them or herself and laid the blame for the pain she had been suffering at the feet of her ex.

  She jumped to her feet and began to pace the length of the room and back again. Her breathing increased with every step she took until she was panting. All of a sudden, she stopped and turned to face him and Luke.

  “Why, that lowdown fucking bastard. If I ever get my hands on him, I’ll cut his balls off and feed them to him. I’ll show that momma’s boy what it’s like to have a real woman,” Melissa vowed.

  “She is magnificent. Look at the fire in her eyes, Luke. I have to have her. I need to taste her. Claim her. I can’t wait anymore. She makes me so hard, I feel like my dick is gonna explode.” Damian panted. He tried to get his rapid breathing under control.

  “Let’s show her what real men can do for a real passionate woman,” Luke suggested.

  “I like the way you think, little brother.”

  “Mel, why don’t you let Luke and I show you what it’s like to have real men sexually? We won’t hurt you, baby. We’ll make you feel so good. We want you to be able to let go during sex and not have to worry about holding back.” Damian took a deep breath and tried to curb his hunger, but it was getting harder and harder to keep his wolf at bay.

  “Will you let us do that for you, honey?” Luke asked, and Damian heard a little of his brother’s wolf in his voice. His tone was a little lower than normal, and more gravelly as well.

  Melissa looked from Damian to Luke and back again. She bit her plump lower lip with what seemed to be indecision. Her next words confirmed his supposition.

  “I–I don’t kno
w. I mean…I don’t really know you very well. We’ve only just met. You might think I’m easy or something.” Melissa spoke her worries out loud, thank God. If she hadn’t, then Damian and Luke wouldn’t have been able to talk things over with her.

  “Melissa, that is the last thing we think. How old are you, honey?” Luke asked

  “Twenty-two,” she answered. “What has that got to do with anything?”

  “How many twenty-two-year-old females do you know who are still virgins? We know you’re not easy, sweetheart. Damian and I would not have asked you to be with us if we thought you were easy. We wouldn’t have cared if you weren’t a virgin, but knowing that you are only makes you more special in our eyes.”

  “Okay, thank you for that. When you say you want to be with me, does that mean the both of you at the same time?” Melissa asked, and Damian noted the slight pink hue creeping up her cheeks.

  She was so innocent and exquisite. He hoped like hell that she would agree to be with them. If she wouldn’t let them claim her then hopefully she would let them make love with her. Damian figured that if she trusted them enough with her body, then it wouldn’t be too long before her heart was engaged. If he and his brother could satisfy her physically, with any luck she would begin to fall in love with them, too.

  “Yes Mel, both of us at the same time,” Damian answered.

  But when he realized it sounded like he was being pushy, he continued on. “You don’t have to do that first up if you don’t want to.”

  “We don’t ever want you to feel uncomfortable with us,” Luke said.

  Then Damian and Luke held their breath while waiting for her to reply.

  * * * *

  It had always been one of her fantasies. Having two men at once. Maybe that was why she had waited so long and held on to her virginity. The only person who had ever made her feel like wanting to become intimate was Wesley. That had been a huge mistake on her behalf. What an ass he had turned out to be.