Mellie's Angel [Men of McKenna Downs 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Zoey Marcel

  “Hang on.” His tone dropped, burning her alive. “Lick it, Mellie.”

  He called her Mellie like Jake had. It made her trust him even more, though she’d already found herself becoming comfortable being alone with him.

  She swiped her tongue over cold smoothness. It was oval, but she wiggled her tongue in a small hole, tasting the strong brine she knew well.

  “Black olive.”

  “You’re good at this.” He let go of it when her lips wrapped around it.

  “This is fun and delicious.”

  “Glad you like your lunch. I’m gonna spell something out on your belly. When I’m done, you can guess what it is.”

  She grinned, still with her eyes closed. “Okay.”

  Tiny pieces of something hard with a lined surface were placed in random trails on her skin. She couldn’t tell what they were.

  “If they start crawling, I might slap you,” she warned playfully.

  Hunter chuckled. “They’re not any kind of bug. I’ll feed one to you.”

  Melanie parted her lips, melting when she felt his lips press gently to hers. She nibbled his lips affectionately and then turned to collecting the tiny object he passed her with his mouth. She chewed on the hard bit, sending a sophisticated, nutty explosion with a hint of subdued sweetness over her tongue.

  “Raw unsalted almond.”

  “You even knew it wasn’t roasted. I’m impressed.” He continued to spell out some unknown word with almonds all over her belly. “Your lips are to die for, angel.”

  Her breasts felt heavy and hot inside despite the coolness from the fruit on her nipples.

  “Thank you. Your lips are really soft, but still nice and manly.”

  “Thank you, ma’am.” He guided her hand just above her tummy so she felt the location of each almond on her skin. “What letter?”

  “Oh gosh, how should I know?”

  “See it in your head. What are the nuts trying to tell you?” He snickered after saying it and she giggled.

  “Um, I think it’s a J.”

  “Yep. Next letter.”

  Her brow furrowed. “O?”

  “Nope.”

  “I was going to say, that’s a funny O. E?”

  “Try again.”

  “What other letters are there?”

  “A whole alphabet.”

  She slapped his arm, enjoying his snicker. “I meant shaped like that. Oh, wait. Is it an A?”

  “It is. Next letter.”

  She patted her fingers over the nuts. “I don’t know what that is.”

  “Give up?”

  “No. Is it an H?”

  “No.”

  “A messed up L?”

  He snorted. “No.”

  “I give up.”

  “It’s a K. There’s one more letter.”

  Something warm and soft moved through her chest. “I know what it is.”

  “What’s that?”

  “The word is Jake. You spelled his name.”

  “You can open your eyes now, Melanie.”

  She opened her eyes and saw Jake’s name spelled out on her skin with almonds. The sight made her smile and she found it endearing of Hunter.

  “I’m gonna take a picture and send it to Jake. A little something to keep him from going crazy being away from you,” Hunter told her.

  His intentions surprised her. He clearly wanted her, but he also seemed to genuinely want to ease his brother’s time away from her by bringing her to him in a sense. These brothers really did care about each other even if they did have a rather unorthodox way of showing it.

  Hunter wedged a strawberry between her lips and then took a picture of her with his cell phone. His eyes had a dark, heated glaze over them like a man on his honeymoon with a virgin bride.

  He set the phone aside and lay down on the bed with her. When she started to eat the strawberry, he went for it, making her squeal and laugh in between trying to claim the berry for herself. He bit off a chunk, but she got most of it and mocked him with her eyes.

  His eyes narrowed playfully and he got a slow, devious smile on his face. “You haven’t swallowed yet.”

  Melanie shrieked and chewed faster when he devoured her lips with his mouth, tongue fighting to get in. She swallowed and was going to taunt him with her victory, but the balmy heat of his tongue in her mouth silenced her laughter.

  The frantic wiggling slowed and he took his time, sampling her mouth, tasting her, knowing her. He was a wonderful kisser.

  His head bent and he picked up an olive off her nipple with his lips and transferred it to her mouth before eating the other olive himself. He used his teeth to lift the banana ring off her areola and fed it to her and then he ate the other piece of fruit.

  He looked down at the almonds. “That’s an awful lot of nuts to eat in one sitting.”

  “Maybe just a couple.”

  Hunter fed her some and ate a few before scooping the rest in his hand and dumping them back on the tray. He dunked an ice cube in the glass of water on the tray and then held it over her.

  “Close your eyes,” he whispered.

  She closed them, gasping at the frigid kiss of ice sliding down her neck and collarbone. Her skin melted the ice slowly as he circled her nipples with the chilly cube. Her muscles jerked with anticipation as he gradually trailed the chunk of ice down her body, stopping at the waistband of her jeans.

  “Unbutton your pants,” he murmured.

  She fumbled with her jeans, hands shaking. Once her fly was open her pussy flowed with a fresh coat of cream when she felt his fingers lift the edge of her panties and move the ice across her warm labia. She gasped and arched off the bed when he let go and the elastic snapped back into place so the ice was trapped in her panties against the bare skin of her sex.

  “Do you want me to lick you until you tremble and cry out with pleasure?” he asked in a searing hush right next to her ear.

  She nodded, not even having to think about it. His hot tongue traced the shell of her ear, making her lobe burn and tingle.

  “Take your jeans off,” he whispered, kissing the tender spot behind her ear. “And your panties.”

  Mellie choked on a moan as she hurried to get her pants and underwear off. She kept her eyes closed, nearly jumping with excitement when she felt him pull her jeans and undies down the rest of the way until she was completely naked.

  A strangled cry of want or need, she couldn’t tell which, wrung from her throat when he strummed the ice through her hot, slick folds. The slippery cube rubbed her clitoris gently, chilling it to the core with its cold, hard surface.

  “I can’t…I can’t take it. It’s so cold.”

  “Do you want me to stop?” He sounded like he already knew the answer to that joke of a question.

  “Oh god, no, don’t stop.”

  She almost forgot to blush over her own desperation, but any embarrassment was quickly forgotten when she heard the primal groan come from him.

  “You’re absolutely fetching when you beg.” He placed the ice on her mons and held it there, letting it melt and drip down into her hot, needy slit. “While I lick you, I want you to hold this ice cube in your pussy. And when I have you so hot and bothered that you can’t take it anymore, I want you to come for me around it. I want the ice to chill you to the bone while my tongue burns you alive.”

  Melanie whimpered, not caring that her shameless cunt leaked warm moisture all over his testing finger. “Please.”

  “Do you want that, Mellie? Do you want to freeze and burn for me?”

  “Yes! I do. I want it.”

  “As much as I do?”

  “Ten times more.”

  He tittered. “Ease up while I put this inside you.”

  She relaxed her pelvic muscles, crying out at the cold stab of sensation that shot through her pussy walls when he worked the ice up into her tight, achy vagina. The cold made the ache even more severe and the frigid ice warred with the hotness of her channel nearly killing
her.

  Was this heaven or hell?

  Pain or pleasure?

  Hunter seemed to be an angel devoted to her pleasure.

  Then again, maybe he was a demon hell-bent on striking her down with pain.

  The cold tortured her, drove her mad with wantonness.

  Then he went down on her and she felt the steamy bath of his hot, skilled tongue laving the contours of her labia and inner sex lips like he had all the time in the world. He put his whole mouth over her mons and sucked hard, causing her to clench down harder on the ice she’d been trying to escape from.

  She let out a savage outcry, writhing to get away from the oppressive cold of the ice even as she wriggled to push herself farther into the fiery mouth making love to her pussy.

  “Hunter, it’s…oh god, what are you doing to me?” Her words made no sense to her.

  Nothing seemed to matter but the climax she craved and feared. It would feel so good shaking her body all over as it moved through her in heat and spastic waves of pleasure.

  On the other hand, her cunt would clench the ice hard and it would be cold, so bloody cold, and miserable. It would hurt so much it would probably distract from her enjoyment.

  Hunter used his steamy tongue to toy with the hood protecting her clit, making the erect nub curse that it had been discovered by the ruthless madman.

  She could stop this if she wanted to. He’d told her she could, but good grief, why would she ever want this to end?

  He caught her pulsing button between his lips and suckled gently, causing the flesh to tug in a way she wasn’t sure was either pain or pleasure. She bucked and hissed when his teeth lightly grazed her swelling clit.

  The ice burned her, chilled her as it braced itself in her tight, hot walls and melted slowly. So much liquid trickled from her vagina she didn’t know if it was mostly the melting ice or her warm nectar. Hot and cold seemed to mesh into a place where they canceled each other out, and she felt like she was losing her mind.

  The slippery muscle beating her clit with wet fire and adequate pressure flipped a switch and all her control and reasoning shattered. Fever and hypothermia crashed in on her as she came screaming. Her cunt locked on the ice and the frigid cube responded by punishing her with an arctic touch that sent a freezing kiss through her inner walls.

  Her clit throbbed and burned as he tongued it in a dying frenzy. Her back arched up off the bed, forcing her pussy harder against his cursed, wonderful mouth just before she collapsed on damp blankets.

  Her breathing came in harsh, shallow pants. She subconsciously prayed that he wouldn’t demand another orgasm from her and that the ice would melt into oblivion so she could simply die in the ecstasy she’d suffered.

  Chapter Three

  Hunter O’Neil stared down in wonder at the gorgeous woman quivering and panting naked on his bed. He loved her. Probably had the moment he saw her. He wouldn’t have believed in love at first sight if someone had told him they’d experienced it, but when he’d seen Melanie Laurie the other night standing in the dark outside the club in her strapless white dress he’d been a goner.

  She’d looked like a dulcet angel, innocent and pristine in white. He’d felt a maddening impulse to keep her out of the club and away from strangers, determined that her first threesome would come from him and Emmett.

  His brothers would undoubtedly take her to Leather & Lace eventually, and that was fine with him when Mellie was ready, but only with them as her lovers, no one else. She was theirs completely.

  He still couldn’t believe how blessed he was that God had not only given him that same dream over all those years that said she was the one, but he’d also sent Mellie their way. He’d never be able to thank heaven enough for it.

  Melanie smiled up at him, appearing shy but undeniably sated. “Wow.”

  He returned her warm smile. “Good?”

  “Very good.”

  She started to sit up, putting a hand to her belly as she moved, and leaned over to grab her jeans and underwear.

  “Melanie, I could have handed them to you. I’m right by them.” He passed her jeans over to her and then stood to give her space.

  “Thanks. I didn’t want to come across as demanding.” She dressed as quickly as one could dress without acting like someone attempting to flee for her life.

  “By asking for something? Angel, you could ask for the moon and I’d give it to you.”

  She seemed moved by his words and had a sudden renewal of confidence once her clothes were on her body again. He watched her come around his bed over to him and then she dunked an ice cube in the glass of water.

  He could scarcely contain his excitement. Her soft bedroom eyes suggested that she was on a most wanton path.

  “What exactly are you up to, sweetness?” he teased.

  “I want to make you happy.” She got down on her knees and started unfastening his fly.

  The casual brush of her fingers across his hardening length made his pulse jump and his cock shift in his jeans. It was with more than a little reluctance that he stopped her determined hand.

  “Is that the only reason, Mellie?”

  She seemed to understand his meaning. “I want to taste you and know how hot you feel in my mouth.”

  Yep, he was a goner for sure.

  He let go of her hand and let her finish what she started. When she had his penis free, she grabbed the ice cube that had been floating in the glass of water and put it in her mouth. After a few feverish kisses all up and down his pulsating shaft, she licked his glans with her cool, wet tongue.

  His head went back and he got caught somewhere between a ragged gasp and a tormented moan when she took his erection into her mouth. Her humid mouth felt cool and refreshing as she laved all over his hard, aching cock.

  Whenever the chunk of ice grazed his dick, it sent a jarring wave of cold through him like the bone-chilling winds on an Antarctic winter night. Penguins might be capable of tolerating such extreme temperatures, but his hot, sensitive penis wasn’t.

  Mellie’s cool tongue stroking his hard flesh was a comforting oral caress after the frigid strike of ice swirling randomly around his cock. His balls drew up painfully from the need to come and the unbearable freezing laps the miniature glacier ran around his length.

  Hunter came much quicker than he thought possible. He started to step backward so he wouldn’t erupt in sweet Mellie’s mouth, but she cupped his ass to encourage him to stay put while she swallowed down his load willingly. Her generosity moved him.

  He felt like a fish out of water, all jumpy and disoriented when she licked his glans clean. His throbbing dick felt cool on the outside from the icy stimulation and scalding hot on the inside from the fiery burn of his cum washing through.

  Subtle crunching sounds told him Melanie was eating what was left of the ice cube. She was adorable, munching on ice like a little girl.

  “That was incredible, Mellie.”

  He buttoned his pants, wishing the refractory period and his other obligations wouldn’t prohibit him from penetrating her.

  Melanie gave him a friendly smile as she stood, but she didn’t leave. “I’m glad you liked it, sir.”

  He wasn’t a Dom, but for some reason when she called him sir it reminded him that two of his brothers and their ranch hand were Doms. Hunter had a feeling Melanie would thrill their socks off if they spent time with her and actually got to know her.

  “Call me Hunter. I want you to feel at home here.”

  Because this is going to be your home from now on.

  “Hunter, thank you for that,” she said with a bashful pink hue in her cheeks. She looked innocent and demure, though she’d suckled him like a vixen. “I should grab the laundry.”

  “Thank you, angel.” He wondered why she remained standing there when she’d just conveyed that she had laundry on the brain now. “What is it?”

  “Do I have your permission to go or would you like me to wait here until you recover?”

 
Two thoughts barreled through his mind. The first delighted him. Melanie was a natural submissive. That would please Diego, Emmett, and Greyson immensely if Greyson ever made the effort to introduce himself to her. Why the heck was he being so standoffish? All work and no play that one was often times.

  The second thought disturbed him. Did Mellie suppose that sucking cock was part of her job description that she assumed he wanted her to wait here with him until he recovered enough to make use of her?

  “Melanie, I don’t expect you to wait here and give yourself to me because you work for me,” Hunter clarified. “I only want you to be with me if it pleases you.”

  Mellie smiled, not seeming quite as coy as before. “It pleases me a lot…Hunter.”

  Saying his name in that soft pitch sent a pinkish blush back into her cheeks. He had to smile. She liked him. Maybe he could win her over yet just as his younger brother, Jake had.

  “It pleases me, too. Don’t work too hard,” he said.

  “It wasn’t hard. I know how.”

  Hunter grinned, feeling a jealous pang go through him when he thought of her gaining experience with other men. He knew he couldn’t get too upset since he’d been with a few people before her, too, but it was still hard not to wish her lush body had only ever been unveiled to his and his brothers’ eyes.

  “I meant don’t work too hard with the housework,” he explained.

  Mellie blushed hard and let a cute little giggle slip out. “Oh. I won’t. Thanks.”

  She left in a hurry, looking embarrassed and fulfilled.

  He wanted her more than he could stand. How long should he wait before mentioning the covenant bracelet to her?

  * * * *

  What the heck was up with her sister? Had Kendall gone batty all of sudden? Melanie’s mind ran back over the conversation she’d had earlier with her younger sister on the phone.

  Emmett had told Mellie earlier that her sister called and said she had something urgent to tell Melanie and to please call her back. However, when she called Kendall, her sister hadn’t had a clue what she was talking about and claimed she’d never called Mellie.

  Melanie made dinner for the cowboys, wishing Jake was here. She missed him terribly.