Fallen Melody: Fallen: Book 1

by Layna Snow

  Seth’s jaw dropped for a moment, and if it wasn’t so serious, Caleb would have laughed at the comic sight. Seth managed to pull himself together. “It’s not like that. I’m not like that. You know that Cay. I... do want to have sex with her, but I know that you are in a relationship with her. I won’t interfere. I respect you both much more than that.” He insisted, looking Cay in the eye to show that he was serious.

  Caleb nodded. Seth was a great guy. He always looked after other people and always tried his best at everything. He wouldn’t try to take Caleb’s girl. That was why Cay trusted him so much. Why he was willing to entertain this.

  He looked down at Melody, who was watching Seth with a rapt expression of astonishment. Fuck, there was heat—and guilt?—in her eyes. “Kitten, are you attracted to Seth?” He asked, aware of the woman’s innocence. She wouldn’t know what a real relationship was. She wouldn’t know how serious his question was. “Do you want him to touch you and kiss you like I did?”

  “I.. umm. It is sinful to have relations with more than one man!” She announced, as if that answered the question.

  Apparently to Seth it did, for his face completely shut down and he stood. “I’m sorry. I’m done with this conversation. It won’t amount to anything but complications. I’m going to the clinic.” He announced, his body still vibrating with tension.

  “Seth, wait! Dammit. Don’t leave! This is important to me!” He yelled, aware that Melody shrank into herself as if in fear. He looked down to see her watching Seth wearily, as if expecting retaliation. Instead, Seth just stopped and turned back to face them, his arms crossed over his chest.

  Caleb needed to do something. He didn’t want Melody to come between them. When he noticed how Seth acted, he knew that it was possible. Seth was trying to distance himself from their house guest, whether he knew it or not, and in the process he was distancing himself from Caleb. Seth hadn’t spent very much time with him in the last week and that wasn’t fair. Fuck if Cay would allow his brother to walk away from their friendship like that.

  Cay looked back at Melody and prayed that he had guessed her intentions right. He had seen her watching Seth and knew that she felt something towards him. He just needed to get around this sin issue—because quite frankly he was never thinking pure thoughts around her. “Mel. I have a serious question. What happens to people who sin? Do they get barred from Heaven, unable to enter?”

  Damn, he wished he paid closer attention at Sunday school. It was just so fucking boring.

  Melody looked thoughtful for a moment, her tongue flicking across her lip in a nervous gesture that he had seen many times this week. But this time he knew she could still taste his lips, for her eyes darkened before she shook her head. “No, Humans sin all the time. If that were the case then no one would be in there. He is merciful and kind. Only those with black souls are forbidden to enter. Those are the ones who are bad people and who like to hurt others. It has little to do with sin.”

  Caleb ran a hand through his hair, feeling some of the tension leave his body. He didn’t bother to move Melody while they talked; he liked her cuddled up to him.

  “So little sins aren’t very bad? I won’t go to Hell for swearing or drinking?” at the shake of her head he continued, “What about for having impure thoughts about you?” Again she shook her head. “So you would not go to hell for having impure thoughts about me? Or about Seth?”

  She seemed to consider that before turning her intelligent eyes back towards Seth. “I suppose not. I have had thoughts.” She surrendered the information. Finally. It was like pulling teeth. She was so fucking cute. He couldn’t resist giving her a small kiss, one he attempted to keep light. This talk was too important.

  “And if I have sex with you, which we were close to doing a minute ago. I wouldn’t go to hell?”

  “No, a lot of those in Heaven now were born in a time where coitus outside of marriage is normal. That does not factor into the decision.” She explained.

  “So, if I won’t go to hell for having sex with more than one person in my life, is it not fair to say that you wouldn’t for expressing how you feel about Seth? Or, even for having sex with him?” he reasoned. And fuck, was this hard. That’s what she said, his mind immaturely added. Fine, it was difficult to be the reasonable one. That was Seth’s job.

  Melody appeared thoughtful for a moment before finally nodding. “I never thought about that. I will answer your question now. I am attracted to him. I feel tingly and warm when I am near him. That is attraction, yes? I think that I would like him to touch me. Is that normal?” she asked, suddenly sounding worried.

  Caleb sighed and looked back to Seth who was back to watching Melody closely. He looked thoughtful and horny. And the image of Seth running his tanned hands along Melody’s pale flesh and giving her pleasure made Cay even harder. Having an extra set of hands to excite her would be helpful. And he trusted Seth fully.

  Seth cleared his throat and looked from Caleb to Melody. “And you don’t mind?”

  Cay shook his head and smiled, finally feeling more relaxed. Things would be alright now. They could deal with this. With Seth to solve any problem that came along, they would work this out. “Not at all man. I want this.” He then looked back to Melody who was now watching Seth with desire in her eyes. “No, this isn’t normal. You’re new to this. We don’t need to do anything. We can just kiss. We can teach you. But this is a relationship. I know you don’t know what that means but it means that you’re ours. Only ours. And we are yours, alright?”

  Melody nodded, serious although Caleb could see curiosity light her eyes. “I want to learn. I want to be able to please you.”

  Caleb smiled genuinely, feeling more carefree than he had in a while. “You please me now, just by being you. I’m sure Seth agrees.”

  At Seth’s –slightly reluctant-nod, Melody shook her head. “I want to learn more. Will you teach me?”

  Caleb nodded enthusiastically, wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive way. “Oh baby, will we ever!” And Melody laughed, the notes ringing like little bells, falling so gracefully and pleasantly on Caleb’s ears. Turning into a chick, man? A voice in his head asked. No, another answered I’m falling in love.

  8

  Melody had learned a lot this past week. Oh, she couldn’t even list it all. She was happy that she had a new friend and pleased that Caleb took the time to teach her about plants. She knew that this day, Saturday, was a day for family and friends—not work. She also learned that Caleb’s swear words were not to be taken literally, and that Seth excelled at all he did. But even though she had already learned so much, she was planning on learning more—perhaps the most important things!—today.

  Mel couldn’t believe the sensations that had coursed through her body when Caleb had kissed and touched her. She wanted him to touch other parts of her body, to kiss other parts of her body? She had wanted more and then when Caleb called a halt she had been confused. But now she was happy for it. Now she wouldn’t have to hide the fact that she was attracted to both of them. She wouldn’t have to be ashamed. Now, they would teach her what they liked so that she could do more for them, give more to them, and she would learn what she liked so she could demand they worship her like they should!

  Caleb held her chin lightly, turning her more fully to face him. His eyes were dark, burning with an inner light that Melody could only describe as passion. He looked at her as if she was something amazing, as if she was something he couldn’t live without. And there was tenderness in his face and actions that pulled her in. His lips were slightly plump, and darker in colour, a reminder of the relentless kiss he had given her. His hair was in disarray, had she done that? All Melody knew was that she wanted Seth to look as well mussed.

  “Honey, you know that kissing doesn’t always lead to this right? Kissing in public can’t be this passionate. And we can kiss all you want without going further. I want you to know that if you are uncomfortable at all, we can stop.” Caleb said, his voice
slow and calm.

  Stop? Why would Melody want to stop? Her insides felt melted and empty and she felt this need for something. She didn’t know what that something was yet. Although, she was sure it was related to sex. She felt as if her skin was its own entity, every nerve jumping for attention. “I’m uncomfortable now. Please don’t stop.” She said, and pressed herself against him once more. “I need... something. I just need.”

  Seth groaned behind her and moved up so closely that she could feel his heat. He must have knelt behind her, between Caleb’s spread legs. It was enticing to know that he wanted to be close to her. She wanted him to touch her too, but didn’t know enough about this to know if that was something she could ask. “God, Caleb, kiss her.” He demanded, running his fingers through her hair.

  She could feel his hand, large enough to cover the whole back of her head. His fingers were long, and strong, gliding through her hair without tugging on the strands. It was the first time that he had voluntarily touched her and it felt so wonderful.

  Melody locked eyes with Caleb once more, silently pleading for him to do as Seth asked. She wanted to feel his lips again.

  Caleb looked at Seth’s hand for a moment, and Melody was not sure what he was thinking, but he apparently came to a decision before he leaned forward quickly and kissed her. He paid close attention to her lips, caressing every inch and coaxing her own response. He played and gave, never taking anything she didn’t give freely.

  Melody felt Seth’s hand on her head, holding her there while repositioning her head to tilt a different way. “Deeper,” he demanded, his voice rough, causing little shivers to travel up her spine. That voice seemed to ignite her body, and elicited a whimper of need.

  Caleb did as demanded, deepening the kiss and taking her with a hunger that fuelled her own. He licked and sucked at her lips, opening them for his tongue. Then thrust and she reacted, parrying with her own so that they moved in a vibrant dance. She groaned again, pressing against Caleb’s body with her own, her arms moving to curve around his waist and neck, to draw him closer.

  It was difficult to breathe, but air didn’t seem important anymore, at least not as important as Caleb’s next kiss. She wanted to continue, wanted to do more.

  And then she felt it, Seth’s lips against the back of her neck. He must have moved her hair when she was busy, but she sure took notice of that. The area was sensitive, the feeling so intense that she almost pulled away from Caleb’s mouth in order to moan. However Caleb wasn’t having any separations, his mouth following and taking the sound into himself.

  She ran her hand along his torso, feeling Caleb’s muscles jump under her touch. He was alive, wanting her and she couldn’t wait to touch his bare skin. Melody found the edge of his shirt, where it met his pants, and trailed her hand back up underneath the material. His skin was smooth and warm, with only a smattering of crisp hair. His belly wasn’t soft, but hard with muscle, as was his chest. She ran her hand up, and over his torso until she found a little bump and realized it was his nipple.

  Caleb groaned into the kiss, pressing against her and forcing her back into the barrier of Seth’s body.

  Seth’s body didn’t feel as hard as Caleb’s. He was taller, leaner but built without the defined muscles. His chest was a hot wall against her back as he leaned into her more.

  He must have been kneeling for he was level with her, his heart beating quickly against her shoulder-blade, exciting her own to pound quickly in her chest.

  The discomfort at the juncture of her legs intensified, her body pulsing and burning. She could feel a building of pressure, of want. It was making her crazy, stopping her from thinking. All she wanted was to press against Caleb and move.

  So she lifted her hips a little only to press down and towards the bulge in his pants. It was hard, the force rubbing at the material of her shorts and pressing into something down there that felt.. well the only word would be amazing. She cried out a little, and pushed forward again only to feel Caleb’s hands at her hips, holding her still as he pulled his mouth away on a deep groan.

  Instantly weary, Melody turned to focus on his face, needing to know if she had hurt him. Really, she didn’t know what she was doing. How was she supposed to know how to relieve this ache? “I uh.. did I do something wrong?” she panted, horrified.

  “Hell no.” He laughed a little, his voice sounding rusty and unused as he too gasped for air. “Felt damn good. Almost too damn good. Haven’t acted like this since I was a teenager. Shit, I could have come in my pants.”

  Melody didn’t understand. If it felt good, why did he stop her? She looked to Seth for conformation. He wouldn’t lie to her.

  Seth’s forehead was a little sweaty, his eyes unbelievably bright and his lashes so dark that his eyes looked lined with coal. The blue did not look cool at all, instead they were burning silver, just like the hottest fires. “He didn’t want to take his pleasure before you took yours.” He rationed before looking down at her mouth with hunger. “It felt good to rub against his dick, didn’t it?” he demanded.

  Melody nodded, knowing he must know how much she wanted. “Yes, I wanted more.”

  Seth nodded thoughtfully before looking back at Caleb. “Turn her around.” He commanded, his voice tight and hard like the rest of him.

  Caleb did as ordered, turning her to face Seth so that her back was against her Warrior’s chiselled chest. She could feel that hard rod against her bottom, and supposed that was what he had meant by Caleb’s dick.

  Seth quickly grabbed her shirt, lifting it over her head in one smooth motion. He didn’t waste time or energy explaining, just pulled off the garment and tossed it aside. Next he focused his searing gaze on her chest. The cool air making her skin come alive with excitement.

  Melody knew what he saw. Her chest was small, at least compared to Emily’s. Her breasts were high, but she really didn’t know what Seth found so interesting. They were just there, they had always been there. But Seth stared and under his watch her nipples grew tighter, redder as the blood surged into them. They pointed towards him as if begging to be touched.

  And so Seth stroked her. He was careful at first to caress the flesh around them, teasing her with the exquisite torture. She didn’t understand why, just wanted his fingers closer to the puckered tips. Seth then reached out and flicked one nub, pulling a broken moan from her mouth. The sharp pleasure was so sudden, she lifted her hips upward, before Caleb pulled her back down. The maelstrom of stimulation caused a sudden wetness between her legs, electrifying her more.

  “Jesus, Seth. That’s so hot.” Caleb groaned, his breath stirring the small hairs along her neck. It wasn’t hot! It was wicked, so totally wicked that she wanted more.

  “Please.” She begged, arching her back to press her breasts closer to Seth.

  At last he took mercy on her and caressed the tight flesh, stroking her nipples with care before tweaking them softly. And still she needed more. Her core was damp, clenching at nothing and she needed touching there.

  Melody wasn’t just going to sit here passively and wait for them to give her what she wanted. She just moved her hand down, wanting to escape this tightness that was coursing through her. “Cay.” Seth demanded. And Caleb automatically grabbed her hand to stop her from fulfilling whatever this was inside of her.

  “But please. I need more.” She begged, closing her thighs to gain some relief.

  “We’ll take care of you.” Was all that she got in reply from Seth.

  Caleb on the other hand cooed unintelligible words, soothing her and exciting her at the same time. Caleb would not leave her in this situation, not if he knew how she felt. “Caleb, I ache so much. Please help.” She cried, pressing her head against his shoulder in agitation.

  Just then she felt a stab of pleasure from her nipple that soon turned all-consuming. The feeling, a pulsing was so unlike anything she felt or expected that she couldn’t stop herself from crying out. The feeling switched to the other breast and Melody look
ed down to see Seth drawing her nipple into his mouth. He pulled and sucked the tip inside only to run his tongue around it, forcing new pleasure on her.

  It felt so good, so wonderful, the feeling echoing between her legs. She needed to be touched there. Why wouldn’t anyone touch her there?

  She cried out again as he took the tip between his teeth, and she drew her hands out of Caleb’s slackened hold in order to grasp Seth’s head more fully to her breast, afraid he’d stop.

  She arched, pressing against Seth’s mouth while pressing her bum against Caleb’s dick, and rubbed, but couldn’t find the sensations she had gotten before. Now, she could barely breathe, letting little cries escape with each breath. She didn’t even know that she begged with every little noise, or that Caleb was barely holding himself together.

  At long last Caleb allowed his hands to roam, moving down her body and unbuckling her shorts. She could feel his rough hands move lower, and she could only pray that he would give her what she wanted, what she needed. He opened the snap and pulled at the zipper to make room for his hand. Melody was impatient, her hips moving against his hand needing him to touch lower. But her movements seemed to impede the process, frustrating Melody all the more, until he finally got his hand where she wanted it.

  She felt strung as tight as a bow, and that one touch caused electricity to ignite. It felt so good that she heard herself sob, and heard Seth murmuring encouragingly. Caleb joined in when he felt her wetness, his approval calming the doubts that hovered in the back of her mind. Her body was doing well, her mind barely had input anyway.

  Caleb caressed her folds and spreading the moisture around her. Each touch sent another bolt of pleasure through her, pressing her closer and closer to some unknown edge. She strove to reach it, to fling herself over it, but it wasn’t enough.