Chapter Thirty-Four

Melody hadn’t intended to make him hurt with her outburst, but that was clearly what it had done. Skye crumbled and snaked his arms 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.

Her plea to them still resonated in her mind, a request she never thought she’d make in a million years. Yet she had wanted nothing more in that moment than to be able to keep a piece of them if the inevitable outcome would be living without them both.

Now that they’d marked her, everything changed. There would be no choosing, of that she was certain.

At least they didn’t seem any more inclined to leave her than she was to leave them. 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 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 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, her 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, they’d pulled her between them again, even as she protested weakly.

“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?”

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 flanked 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 all 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.