Dragon's Melody

by Bell, Ophelia

  Skye chuckled against her ear and slid his hands around her torso to cup her breasts. She gasped at the almost idle caress he gave both her nipples when he said, “Soon enough. We can’t do it in here, though. Not enough room. Right now, we’re going to keep trying to make sure you get your wish.”

  The thick heat of his cock shifted like a silken snake gliding over her hip as he tilted his hips behind her to reposition. The hot, velvet skin brushed between her thighs, grazing against her wet nether lips but not parting them. She looked down to see the thick tip protruding past her pelvis and reached down to grip it in one hand, but could only get her fingers halfway around its girth.

  “I can’t take you both like this,” she said, though she regretted it wholeheartedly.

  “That’s all right, love,” Skye whispered. “We’ll take turns.”

  “But …”

  Garen shifted back a bit, his eyebrows drawing together. “What is it, Melody?”

  “I want to see you two together. Is that crazy?”

  Understanding dawned on Garen’s face and he smiled brightly, glancing over her head to Skye. “We’re fulfilling all her wishes today, aren’t we?”

  “Mmm,” Skye hummed. “Mine, too, it seems.”

  Garen’s eyes flashed with light and he scooted further back, bent over and snaked his long tongue around the tip of Skye’s cock. “Mine as well,” he said, a delighted twinkle in his eyes before he took Skye’s thick head into his mouth and sucked.

  Skye’s hips bucked against Melody’s, pushing the shaft harder between her thighs and making the stiff flesh rub against her wet, sensitive folds. Her clit throbbed at the contact, but she was too mesmerized by the sight of Garen’s lush mouth wrapped around Skye’s cock to care for her own pleasure. She would happily spend all day on the edge of orgasm. If there was one thing being with them had taught her, it was that the most exquisite moment of pleasure was found in that place just between desire and attainment.

  As if sensing her thought, Garen slipped his lips off Skye’s cock, swirled his tongue around it once, then trailed a long lick down along the top of the shaft until the twin forks teased between her folds. He spread her delicately apart with one hand while the other held the underside of Skye’s cock, pressing it up against her wet, pulsing flesh.

  The sensitive end of her clit screamed from the contact when Skye pulled back, forcing his shaft to slide between her spread lips and grazing slowly along every tiny, blazing nerve ending. As he did, Garen bent lower, following the path of Skye’s cock with his tongue, slipping it deeper between her legs, the flicking, teasing forks ensuring not a millimeter of her folds were left untouched.

  She held onto his horns, refusing to let him move closer, but his tongue had ample reach to drive her mad with its light, teasing touch. He laughed and the gust of breath pushed her even closer to that perfect sliver of sensation that existed at the edge of sanity. Just when she worried he would push her beyond, he pulled back and peeled her hands away from his head.

  “Don’t worry, Melody. You can have us whichever way you’d like. If that means being an observer, then so be it.”

  Skye retreated behind her and she moved aside, her breath catching in her throat as she took them both in again. A more beautiful sight she didn’t think she’d ever seen, until they came together before her eyes again. Skye closed the gap with such fluid ease it was as though Garen had a gravitational pull, and the pair sank down to the bed, their mouths pressed together, lips tangled in a passionate kiss.

  Garen pushed Skye’s back into the mattress and hovered over him, one large hand roaming over the hard planes and slopes of Skye’s chest and torso, sliding down until he gripped the thick column of Skye’s cock that jutted from between his thighs. Skye groaned and tilted his hips up to meet the slow stroke of Garen’s palm.

  The entire length of Skye’s body seemed to ripple with inner light when Garen began moving down his torso, trailing lips and tongue over chest and belly, pausing only for a second to graze his mouth along the length of Skye’s cock. Skye rose up slightly on his elbows, watching with parted lips, and then turned to look at Melody.

  She caught her breath and gave him an embarrassed smile. “I didn’t expect …” She paused, at a loss for words, only able to gesture at the entire scene before her. “Is this how it was for you two before me?”

  Skye reached out a hand to her and she moved closer, letting him pull her down beside him to nestle against his side with her head on his chest.

  “It was nothing as good as this before you, Melody,” Skye said, his voice rough. His chest rose and fell quicker beneath her cheek as Garen moved between his thighs, sliding hands up along the insides and urging Skye to spread his legs and bend his knees.

  Garen shook his head. “Skye would never have been the one lying there before you came along. He’d have me face down biting the pillow before he’d let me do this to him.”

  She pulled back and looked into Skye’s face. “Why?”

  “Does it matter?” he asked.

  “Of course it matters,” Garen said. He pushed Skye’s bent knees to his chest, forcing Melody to move back. “It matters because we never made love before. We only fucked. You gave us each other, Melody. You gave me this.”

  With that, he bent and swept his tongue down the length of Skye’s cock and kept going, pausing to suck gently on the smooth sac at its base. He took both full orbs into his mouth before releasing them and trailing his tongue further down, between the cheeks of Skye’s ass.

  Skye’s head flew back into the pillow, but his eyes stayed locked on her face. “Touch yourself, Melody, or let me taste you now.” He let his hand slide down her back, fingertips digging into her hip to urge her closer.

  Her clit pulsed steadily at the thought of having his tongue’s attention again, but she was too mesmerized by Garen’s actions to move. Garen was busy working his tongue in slow, tight circles against Skye’s ass, his horns casting incongruous shadows on the wall behind him.

  She waited, for what she wasn’t exactly sure, until Garen rose up again, gripped his cock at its base and aimed the tip where his tongue had been a moment earlier.

  “Melody …” Skye groaned beside her. His hand slid up her back, fingers clutching and tangling in her hair. His grip grew tighter as Garen pushed, the thick girth of his cock disappearing into Skye’s ass.

  She forced her eyes to Garen’s face and inhaled sharply at the utter rapture she saw on it as his gaze moved over them both, so slow he might have been drugged if she didn’t know better.

  “Let him have you now,” he said, his voice low and sonorous, inciting another pleasant shiver to pass through her body.

  She nodded and allowed Skye to pull her down to him, meeting his mouth with hers. Her pulse raced and her heart soared to be here now. To have them both. She would have kept kissing Skye until he came, but he pulled back and growled something unintelligible at her, gripped her shoulders with both arms and hauled her across his chest.

  A surprised laugh erupted from her, but she understood what he was after and shifted around until her thighs were flanking his shoulders, her pussy poised above his lips.

  Skye wasted no time, letting out a pleased rumble as he urged her hips down to meet his hungry mouth.

  The flick of his tongue against her swollen flesh was nearly too much, but as he slipped it deep inside her she caught Garen’s gaze and her self-control was shored up a tiny bit. Only the right amount of attention at the exact right moment would break past that flimsy barrier, but it could hold until she was ready.

  She gripped Skye’s bent legs to steady herself, rocking her hips against the thrusting push of his long tongue. Looking down, she was greeted by the perfect view of his glorious cock, and beyond it the thrusting of Garen’s thick length, disappearing deep into Skye’s ass with increasing speed.

  Pleasure filled a
ll her senses, the moment inundated with the hot touch of the hands on her thighs, the rough moans and sighs, and the spicy scent of both men’s sweat. Garen leaned down to her, his pale eyes aglow, lips parted with a whispered endearment. His sweet tongue darted out and swept along her lips, tickling briefly before she opened to him. His hand clutched the back of her head as their tongues slid together briefly. She pulled back with a gasp, barely hanging onto her sanity but longing to let it fly away.

  “Take him in your mouth,” Garen whispered. “He’s ready.”

  She braced her hand on the bed and bent to kiss the slick tip of Skye’s cock where it rested hard and hot against his belly. With a delicate flick of her tongue she tasted him for what she realized was the very first time, then wrapped her lips around his tip, taking him into her mouth as far as she could. With her free hand she gripped his shaft and stroked. Maintaining any kind of rhythm became impossible, her coordination faltering with the sudden deep, fast plunge of his tongue into her aching depths.

  Abstractly she was aware of Garen’s gentle touch against the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair to guide her. She succumbed to his command, letting him direct her motions in tandem with the steady deep thrust of his cock into Skye, the only thing that existed within her field of vision.

  She was aware of Skye’s balls suddenly tightening a split second before he did something wholly unexpected and wonderful with his tongue. He slipped it out of her clenching channel and pressed it at the tight, sensitive flesh of her ass. She hadn’t the self-control to resist, nor did she want to, but the second he penetrated the barrier, he found her clit with his fingers and the combination elicited a desperate sob from her throat.

  Garen cried out a second later, his cock thrusting deep. Skye’s hips tilted up and he groaned loudly against her ass, the slick thickness of his tongue forcing her to lose that small shred of willpower she’d clung to for what seemed like eons. She gave in gratefully. The pulse of his cock and hot fluid of his seed flooding into her mouth was the last little push she needed to let go.

  She fell into the waves of their power as it rushed through her, the sweetest sensation of warmth and energy. It seemed to last an eternity, even after she’d taken every last drop of Skye’s orgasm and collapsed against his stomach. The feeling of being caught in a delicious cyclone of ecstasy didn’t subside for some time.

  She lay there unmoving, and after a moment the body beneath her shifted. Strong hands lifted her, moved her limp, sated body and laid her right-way-up against the pillows where she found a warm, muscled chest to lay her head against. Another one found its place behind her and she let go of her grip on consciousness, more content than she’d ever been in her life.

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Garen waited until his lovers were sound asleep before moving, pausing only briefly to gaze down at them both, heart pounding with love and elation at the sight. Skye’s arm was wrapped tightly around Melody’s body, his knees tucked up behind hers and his lips still pressed against her bare shoulder as he slumbered.

  He eased himself out of bed, gently tugging the covers back up over them both before retreating silently out the door and closing it behind him.

  Any sane dragon would leave now. Leave them to each other. They could be happy enough together, after all. Neither of them would end up on trial. But he’d seen the truth of the situation in the last few hours. It was his curse, and his gift, seeing the truth. Nothing special as powers were concerned—anyone with a discerning eye could accomplish what he did innately. Very few people ever really told blatant, damaging lies.

  The funny thing was, nobody was lying in this situation. All he’d seen in their interactions the entire afternoon was truth. It was as liberating as it was damning.

  But all he could do was move on. The fact that they were damned wouldn’t change what they’d done. And there was no going back now.

  There was one thing he hoped might redeem them.

  He found the tiny box on the back deck, still safe in the pocket of his jeans.

  Skye’s mother had considered her powers valuable enough to bind them inside the little object, and to torture her son with a task that wouldn’t have challenged anyone but him. There had to be great power inside the box, yet Skye had given it up to prove a point. The fool.

  Garen still remembered the power he’d seen that swirled inside it the moment it had opened for him. It had been weeks ago, and he’d thought nothing of it at the time, more worried that Skye would be upset at his tampering. The tiny ball of energy had blazed white-hot—so bright he’d nearly turned away, but he was too fascinated, trying to discern the shapes that flickered inside the tiny cloud of energy. He didn’t try to open it again now. He just hoped that by showing it to Skye, his friend would have an opportunity to try again—so there would be no question that he’d given it up for him and Melody.

  Or, that it might actually open for Skye finally.

  He slid his legs back into the jeans, tugged them up and fastened them, then tucked the little box back into the pocket.

  Raking his fingers through his hair, he padded back into the house, aiming toward the fridge. They’d be hungry when they woke, and he loved this particular part of being a Guardian. Ensuring his wards were well fed was one of his favorite things.

  Melody was a voracious woman, in all respects. The very thought of how much she savored everything she enjoyed made him distractingly hard. Feeding her had been every bit as erotic to him as touching her. More so, for him, because that was one hunger he was allowed to sate.

  He grew distracted with the memory of her pretty lips glistening with the oil of a sandwich he’d made for her. When he came back to himself he cursed and laughed. She was his now. Both of them were, and all the wonderful burdens that entailed.

  He lifted a hand to his shoulder and rubbed at the still tender mark Skye’s tongue had left behind. He’d given it back, too. They’d done this thing. The thing they knew was right but that the rest of their world might hate them for.

  He had to remind himself that two dragons mating wasn’t taboo any longer, but there was still a strong backlash against two male dragons choosing each other as mates. Where would the next generation come from?

  In the past, he could have been happy with just Skye as a partner, but this afternoon had proved that Melody’s presence was key.

  She’d made time stop.

  Even now, he realized he’d been cooking mindlessly for ten minutes and every thought had been about her.

  Or her with Skye.

  Or better yet, her with him.

  Or … better yet … her with them both, and his cock tucked tightly into her depths with Skye right alongside him.

  “Fuck!” The sharp heat of the skillet he was cooking in sank into his skin and he drew it back, sticking his finger in his mouth. The pain subsided quickly once his saliva hit it, but the jolt had woken him up. There was no sense in what they’d been doing for the past month. This ridiculous game of theirs, forcing Melody back and forth like some crazy game of erotic ping pong. She belonged with them both. They’d made the decision in the heat of passion just a few hours earlier, and he’d seen the hint of hesitance in Skye’s gaze at the time, along with his friend’s words filtering into his mind. “We can null it later. Give her what she wants now—both of us.”

  Fuck that. Nulling the mark might still be on Skye’s mind, but Garen had different plans. Food first. Breaking his race’s laws needed a full stomach.

  He left the sauce simmering on the stove and worked on setting the table. A tray might have been more romantic under the circumstances, but knowing the pair of them, they would come the second they smelled the food. Flowers went into a vase in the center, then he lit candles.

  As an afterthought, he fished into his pocket and set Skye’s box at the head place setting, right in the center of the plate. No way he’d miss it the
re. The cool surface of the box zinged under his touch, and he had to resist the urge to look inside it again but had the sense that it was Skye’s turn for a change. The tiny buzz of energy that had seeped through his fingertips from that one tiny touch lingered while he kept cooking, however, left him impatient for Skye to finally have his moment of discovery.

  “I was going to leave, you know.”

  Garen’s hand hit the skillet for the second time and he winced. Melody’s presence had caught him entirely off guard.

  He turned to look at her where she slouched in a sheer tank top and baggy pajama bottoms against the corner of the kitchen island. Her gold hair was tousled and tangled around her shoulders, her cheeks still flushed, and she smelled so good he considered ignoring her words and making love to her instead. But something in her eyes held him back—some yearning for honesty. For truth—maybe a truth he’d been unaware of.

  “Leave … what for?” He turned the heat down under the sauce he was cooking and filled a pot with water to boil.

  “To avoid the ridiculous decision you guys wanted me to make. I guess I’d rather not think of either of you two being miserable. I want to imagine you both happy if I can’t be with you.”

  The import of her words hit him and he dropped the spatula and turned to face her.

  “Melody … what happened today …”

  “I know,” she said, cutting him off. “Everything is different now. But I wanted you to know where I was before today. I couldn’t even fucking fathom a world in which the two of you weren’t together. I was so in love with you both, nothing mattered beyond knowing you were happy. God, is it crazy of me to want that more than I wanted to be with you?”

  The pure understanding of what she’d planned hurt him physically. His heart ached. He stared down at the cooking sauce, the deep red of its substance a stark contrast to the color of his soul.