Dragon's Melody

by Bell, Ophelia

  Any verbal answer would’ve been wasted, she had to know that. His mouth sucking at her breasts as he pushed her toward the bed should be enough to tell her so.

  He’d lost track of Garen in the process, but his friend was there again, when Skye came up for air and looked. Garen waited on the bed, reclining against the pillows. When Skye steered Melody close enough, Garen captured her in his arms, pulling her onto his lap and looking up at Skye as though to tell him he understood.

  Melody shifted to face Skye as he moved up the bed toward them. She spread her legs over Garen’s hips and twined her fingers into his where they lay across her stomach.

  “I want you both today. Please let me have you both today.”

  “You have us both,” Skye said. He glanced at Garen, whose eyes were wide and brimming with love.

  Melody’s hips rose up, making an arc above Garen’s thick cock.

  Skye should’ve been envious of their union when she slid down that solid length. But in the midst of her soft gasp when Garen’s cock was seated deep inside her she reached out and touched Skye’s face.

  “Fuck me with him. Please.”

  “Melody …”

  “Just fuck her, please,” Garen said. “You aren’t shy about rubbing your cock on mine, I know that much.”

  Melody’s breath hitched and she moaned softly, her hands clutching at Garen’s forearms. She rose up again, leaving her ass poised above Garen’s cock, the pair of them already wet and throbbing with the need to be together again while she waited for Skye to add his cock to the mix.

  He worried for a second that she couldn’t take them both, but Garen’s hand distracted him. The second Skye positioned himself, straddling Garen’s thighs with Melody poised between them, Skye knew he had entirely relinquished control to the two of them.

  Garen’s hand reached between Melody’s legs, past his own cock, to grip Skye’s and stroke it.

  “We’re one lover today,” Garen said. “Let’s not waste it.”

  Garen pressed Skye’s cock against his own and used one hand to hold them tight and point them together at Melody’s slick, pink opening.

  Skye’s lungs could sustain a lot but this moment was too much. Melody reached up and gripped him by the back of the neck, her eyes wide and beseeching. Her words were barely a whisper, coming in between her soft pants as his and Garen’s tips pressed tightly together into her hot center.

  “Make me a mother.”

  Her need transcended Skye’s perception. At the same moment, Garen’s desire to fulfill her wish filled his mind and overwhelmed Skye as much as Melody’s request. And he wanted it as much as they both did. But the wanting wasn’t enough to make it so.

  Deciding to break the law wasn’t the same as actually doing it. Preemptively marking her was the only way to grant her wish, and Sweet Mother he wanted to, but she might still make a choice at the end of this. And in spite of the marks, she might only choose one of them. His pact with Garen would require him to honor her choice.

  He met Garen’s fevered gaze over Melody’s tilted head and the look of understanding made Skye act. The fact of the mark would not change the decision that she still had to put a voice to. Even if they both marked her, if she only chose one of them, the other’s mark would have to be nullified.

  Garen nodded slightly and bent his head, tongue lashing out with swift precision over the fair, smooth skin of her shoulder, the most accessible part of her. As he traced the pattern into her skin, Skye followed, marking the same path, but with his own, blue-tinged magic. At the end of it he pressed his lips against the base of her neck, letting out a moan of ecstasy as his cock sank deep, squeezed tightly in her sheath alongside Garen’s thick, hard length.

  If Skye couldn’t have her, he could at least leave the pair of them with a part of him. And if she did, by some miracle, choose him instead of Garen, Skye wished for the chance to have a child of his friend’s blood.

  He held very still when his cock reached the deepest part of her, acutely conscious of her every movement and of Garen’s pulsing flesh against his own.

  She was poised on the brink again, and the bright glow of her aura was the most beautiful sight. This was precisely where she belonged, her passion drawn taut between the two of them, like her natural state was to stand on a tightrope of desire, arms outstretched and head thrown back to the heavens, waiting for one or both of them to push her off and welcoming the plunge when it happened.

  As one, Skye and Garen moved, hands gripping her hips, fingers tangled as they both held her steady while they fucked her in tandem. They didn’t need to speak to understand the imperative to move slowly.

  To truly make love to her meant keeping her at that pinpoint of pleasure for as long as possible.

  An errant trickle of water made its way down her cheek, even though her skin was mostly dry now from the warm breeze drifting through the room. Her pleasure and the depth of the love she exuded were both so strong, Skye nearly missed the current of sadness that underscored those feelings.

  “Can you make this last forever?” she asked. A sharp gasp escaped her as the pair of them lifted her off them and let her sink back down their lengths on her own.

  Skye’s pulse pounded as hard in his cock as in his throat, and he couldn’t have made words if he’d known what to say. He wished for the same thing as much as she did, and the soft surge of empathy from Garen let Skye know his friend agreed.

  The closer she came to breaking, the more her pain surged to the surface. Not physical pain, but the ache of loss—a loss so great, Skye couldn’t comprehend why she should feel it.

  Then he realized it was a tear he watched, making its way over her flushed cheek, followed closely by another until her eyes were filled with them. A soft spasm wracked her body, followed by a haunting sob, and he couldn’t be sure whether she was crying in despair or succumbing to pleasure. Her climax took her wholesale, forcing Skye and Garen both to fall into the darkest abyss with her. She held onto Skye’s neck desperately with one hand, her other clinging behind her to Garen’s neck, his head bent and his mouth against the curve of her jaw.

  “I can’t! I can’t!” She sobbed, her body wracked with shuddering cries almost as heart wrenching as her body’s spasms that wrested his and Garen’s Nirvana from them. “Oh God, Skye, please don’t make me choose. I can’t. If it isn’t both of you, I’d rather be alone.”

  The sheer power of the loss nearly overcame the rush of her energy that tingled throughout his body. Her dual mark glowed almost blindingly with shimmering blue-white light. He let Garen hold her and cupped her face in both his hands, bending to kiss her softly.

  “Don’t say that, please,” he said. “Everything will be all right.”

  “Will it? Can you really promise me that? I can’t stand the thought of never having this moment again.

  He shifted backward, lowering his gaze to pull out of her but she clung to him.

  “No! Please, not yet.”

  In truth, he wished for even more of her, his heart craving to continue the contact with the two of them for as long as possible. He closed his eyes and pushed his still-erect cock back into the sanctuary of her tight sheath where Garen stayed solidly ensconced.

  Garen let out a low moan and Skye glanced at his friend. The anguished look in Garen’s eyes betrayed his empathy for Melody.

  Except it hit Skye suddenly that Garen’s abilities were nothing like his own. The tangle of emotion that threaded itself through Garen’s aura was every bit as desperate as Melody’s, but not because he was feeling her feelings. And just as acutely Skye understood the tightening around his heart could be no less than his own true feelings and not the inexorable presence of someone else’s emotions pervading his senses.

  “Sweet Mother, what are we going to do?” he whispered to them both.

  Chapter Forty-Five

 
Melody hadn’t intended to make him hurt with her outburst, but that’s clearly what it had done. Skye crumbled and his arms snaked around her, and around Garen’s shoulders behind her, pulling tightly until she feared she wouldn’t be able to breathe if he held on any tighter.

  Breathing mattered little to her at the moment, though. Nothing mattered but staying like this, with the pair of them now thrusting together more desperately than before, every stretching stroke sliding in and making her feel split in two. Not from any pain their thick lengths caused from sharing her—there was nothing but pleasure from the manner in which they filled her so completely—but from the decision she couldn’t make. She would rather be torn in half than to lose either of them.

  At least they didn’t seem any more inclined to leave her. So she clung to them both, letting their moving, surging bodies cradle her, rocking into her to another glorious climax.

  She lacked the energy to protest when they slipped out of her then. Garen kept her cradled against his body as he lay down.

  Skye moved the opposite direction and she summoned the energy to reach out and grab his hand before he could retreat.

  “No! Don’t go!”

  He nodded and lay down beside her, placing his hand on her cheek, then leaned in to press his soft lips against hers.

  Garen’s lips pressed against her ear and he whispered the words she’d wished to hear all along. “Never will we leave you, either of us.”

  She drifted off under the soft caress of his breath, confused for a second until she realized he was breathing warm, white smoke over her stinging mark, making the burn of it gradually recede. The bright glow still pulsed, a faint tingling sensation accompanying it and lulling her to sleep with Garen’s arm draped over her, his fingers twined in hers, and Skye’s lips pressed against her forehead.

  ***

  The light had shifted when consciousness returned and she opened her eyes, gritty from the tears she’d shed. Garen’s hand was still wrapped around her own, but a sharp panic gripped her at the empty indentation in the bed on the other side of her, and she let out a gasp.

  “Skye!” she called. I didn’t choose, please don’t be gone. I didn’t choose!

  The sensation of too many fingers squeezed her hand and she glanced down to see two sets wrapped around her own, held tightly to her chest.

  “I’m here,” he said, his voice gruff and coming from behind her.

  She turned beneath their arms to look at them both and reassure herself that they had really stayed. The pair of sweet smiles that greeted her brought fresh tears to her eyes.

  Skye propped himself up on an elbow and reached across Garen to brush the wetness from her cheek again. “No more crying, you understand? At least not on our account. We’ve all had too much sadness and uncertainty the last few weeks. I’m done with it.”

  She frowned at him. As much as she loved what he was saying, she still wasn’t sure what it all meant.

  Seeming to sense her confusion, he slipped his hand to the back of her neck and squeezed gently. “I mean neither of us are leaving you, Melody. I don’t give a shit what we have to endure to stay together. Whatever punishment we have to undergo would be nothing compared to a lifetime of hurt and regret the three of us would have to live with.”

  “Oh.” She lay back with a sigh. The weight of decision lifted for the first time in weeks. She didn’t have the energy yet to worry what he meant by “punishment,” but if he wasn’t concerned then she wouldn’t be, either. She opened her eyes to see Garen smirking down at her.

  “Oh? That’s all you have to say?” he said. “We’ve marked you. You’re our mate now—the both of us. You are ours, Melody. Do you know what that means?”

  “Yes.” She sat up and scrambled over them both, heading for the bathroom. “I’ve had to pee for the last hour. Let me get comfortable again and I’ll tell you what it means.”

  She shut the door solidly behind her and let out a deep, shuddering breath. The desperation she’d dealt with for the last three weeks had been such a heavy weight on her, it was the most liberating feeling to finally be free of it.

  “You are ours.” She smiled to herself at how emphatic Garen had sounded. Yes, I am yours, but that means you are mine.

  Out of the corner of her eye, something bright flashed in the mirror. She turned and stared at the exquisite pattern that covered her entire shoulder. Blue and white curving lines entwined together in an elaborate, glowing mark that extended all the way from her collarbone in front nearly to her spine in the back. There were two of them, stretched across her skin in a sort of yin-yang, head to tail, both etched in a combination of blue and white light. Their heads met at the joint of her shoulder while each dragon’s tail coiled in the front and the back, every line glowing like some kind of ethereal filigree embedded into her skin.

  As she sat and emptied her bladder, the old childhood memory returned and she burst out into laughter, nearly too hysterical finish up, but she managed somehow amid the mirth.

  She was still giggling uncontrollably when she opened the door again, but stopped short, the laughter dying on her lips.

  They didn’t seem to notice her at first, so engrossed in each other as they were. And the sight was something to behold. Garen knelt, straddling Skye’s hips, only it wasn’t quite them anymore—at least not the two seemingly human-looking men she’d walked away from moments earlier.

  They were more glorious than she could have ever imagined. Where they’d had smooth, tan skin before, now they had shimmering scales that caught the afternoon sun like lush velvet, at once absorbing the light and reflecting it with vibrant blues and snowy whites and silvers.

  From the sides of Garen’s forehead and extending back over his shoulders were the most beautiful coiling horns, so huge she wondered how he could hold up his head under the weight of them.

  Skye sat up and shot her the barest hint of a glance, his blue-tinged lips curling into one of his wicked little smiles as he threaded his fingers into Garen’s pale, tangled hair and pulled the White dragon into a hungry kiss.

  Their bodies were still mostly human, their cocks even bigger and glistening wetly as they slid against each other. Before her eyes, something even more amazing happened—from Garen’s shoulders erupted, like smoke spilling from a chimney, a pair of ethereal white shapes that coalesced into solid, tangible wings, the membrane translucent white, with fine lines threaded through, like the veins in a leaf.

  Skye gripped their cocks together, his large hand barely able to hold them both as he stroked and looked at her again.

  Garen turned, too, his pale eyes blazing with need. Need for her, she understood for the first time, though she’d seen that look in his eyes countless times during the days they’d spent together after first meeting him.

  “Come, Melody. We need you.”

  She simply stared, heart pounding, heat growing between her thighs again. The sharp ache of carnal need followed, her muscles clenching at the idea of having them both again, but in their true forms. She took several slow steps to the bed, their gazes following her until she stood looking up at them both. With both hands she reached out to brush delicate fingertips over the textured surface of their skin.

  “Oh, that feels nice,” she said at the oddly velvet sensation under her fingertips. She hadn’t known what to expect, but it wasn’t something quite so luxurious. She grew bolder and rested her palms on each of their shoulders, sliding her hands up along their jaws. The roughness of Skye’s stubble remained, but as her touch grazed over his jaw, the texture disappeared, replaced by the same softness as the rest of him. She kept going, tracing the side of his face, up over his temple to the midnight-blue protrusion that emerged from just below his hairline. The horn gracefully curved in a languid arc back over the top of his damp golden hair.

  Skye shuddered and closed his eyes.

  Melody paused, h
er hand gently gripping the hard protrusion. “Does that hurt.”

  “No.” Skye’s voice came out low and deep, resonating in a way that made her nipples prickle and the flood of desire grow even hotter at her core.

  “Does it feel good?” she asked, holding tighter and stroking up along the tapered length that faded into a pale blue the color of the afternoon sky and gleamed translucent with inner light. She looked at Garen, who was staring raptly at her hand on Skye’s horn. When she gripped his coiled white horn he let out a soft moan.

  “Only when you touch it like that,” Garen said. “Come here.” He swept his long, pale arm out and with one fluid movement pulled her to him, bent his head, and claimed her mouth hotly. His tongue swept between her lips without hesitation, the hunger evident in the way he sucked and nipped at her lips. Her mouth watered at the sensation of that tongue, so similar to the human version she’d been introduced to, yet still so alien in color and texture, with its forked tip.

  Before she realized it she was pulled between them again, protesting ineffectively.

  “Why do you resist?” Skye asked, his lips soft against her neck while Garen’s wrapped around one nipple and sucked. “I can see it in your aura, how much you want this. I can read every emotion as though it was tattooed on your skin like your mark.”

  Breathless from their renewed attention, she could only groan. She stared down at Garen’s head, clung to his horns in the hope of finding some balance among the delicious sensations they were subjecting her to. Yes, she wanted this, but she wanted to just look at them for a while first. To see them both together in their magnificence.

  “It isn’t fair,” she finally gasped.

  “What isn’t fair?” Garen said, lifting his head and looking down at her, eyes gleaming. “That we have to share you? I believe we’ll work it out.”

  “No,” Melody said, pushing a hand against his chest, one of the only places on his body that wasn’t covered in the beautiful white-velvet scales. “Not fair that I can’t watch you together. You’re both so beautiful. This isn’t all you can show me, is it? I want to see all of you … your true forms. You marked me so it’s allowed now, right?”