Chapter Thirty-Three

The more Skye worked over their options, the more he hated them.

Maybe it had been a mistake to give in to Melody’s wish to have a day with them both, but now that the three of them were together, he never wanted it to end.

Only a week of her being passed between himself and Garen had made her more of a treasure. She’d held herself back the first time today, her aura pluming up around the three of them, with her need to hold back her climax until they were all ready.

The implosion of its sweet power at the moment of their mutual destruction was the thing that decided it for him.

Rebellion never felt so good.

He only wished he’d had more time to plan.

Garen didn’t register his comment when he suggested they break laws. Of course, being fucked while your cock was buried in the woman you loved might make it hard to see reason.

Skye lost himself a second later, his hands tight on Garen’s shower-slick ass cheeks, his cock slamming in as hard as he dared.

Having your cock buried in the man you loved made it hard to see reason, too.

His lovers both cried out. The sound may have been the sweetest thing he’d ever heard, as hard as his heart beat to hear it, but it was the hard clench of Garen’s ass around his cock that made him come.

For the first time in his life, the sweet surge of energy that swept through him from his lovers felt dull compared to their reactions after the fact.

Melody clung to him desperately for a few seconds, slipping in the shower once and forcing him to catch her and lift her up. She let Skye hold her while Garen rubbed soapy hands all over her. Once they were all clean and the water ceased running, she was the first out, wrapping a towel around her body and heading to the bed.

She stopped a foot away and stared at it.

“We should go to my room,” she said.

“Alec crafted the bed,” Garen said, pragmatic as always. “It’ll hold us.”

The giant, welded iron work of art would hold them, but not if Melody balked at it.

“We’ll go to your room,” Skye said, caressing Melody’s naked hip.

“No … Garen’s right.” She turned and looked at the two of them, her face weirdly placid. “You two won’t fit in my bed. And I like that bed, so … no.” She released her hold on the towel and let it slide to the floor.

Skye found himself mesmerized by her absolute ownership of the moment. This was her space, and he was suddenly out of his element, waiting for her to tell him where to be. What was worse was that he desperately wanted to touch her. She stood there, her hair still wet from the shower. Water droplets trailed over her breasts from the wet tendrils of her hair, and he would have licked them off if he’d been given the chance.

One in particular gleamed at the tip of her left nipple, reflecting the light from the window. Why in hell did he feel so damn thirsty just now?

“What is it?” she asked, staring at him with concern.

Betraying his more polite options he swept in, darted his tongue out, and captured the droplet before it could disappear. Her nipple was the next thing to fall into his mouth, and she gasped in pleasure.

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.