Melonee Brac's Mistletoe Madness [Brac Pack 30] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Lynn Hagen

  “Whatever you decide, I’ll back you one hundred percent.” He kissed her temple and then cleared his throat. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

  Melonee stiffened in his arms. “Do not tell me you want to talk about the birds and the bees.”

  Tank shrugged. “Fine. We’ll talk about the feys and the humans,” he said. “But since you have two mates, there are things you should be aware of.”

  Melonee jumped up, backing away. “If you start talking to me about sex, I’m going to kick you.”

  “We all know you’re innocent, Mel. Tell me you know what to do with two men,” he argued.

  “I’ll figure it out on my own.” She hurried down the hall, praying he didn’t come after her and try to finish their conversation. Had they all gotten together and had a powwow about her virginity and decided to educate her into insanity?

  She came to a skidding halt when Maverick walked out of his office, his eyes so dark that they looked black. “I haven’t disobeyed you,” she argued. “I haven’t gone anywhere near their room.”

  “It isn’t that, this time. It seems Cecil, Oliver, and Blair got arrested, by the NYPD.”

  Melonee blinked at him. “How?”

  Maverick headed toward the front door, Ludo and Kota joining him. “That’s what I intend to find out.”

  She watched them walk out the front door and then spun on her heel, heading back down the hall. Since Maverick wasn’t here, she was going to find Ruttford and Adam. She needed to talk to them about her plans, but she also needed to see if Adam had changed his mind.

  After searching through two dozen rooms, Melonee finally found her mates on the second floor, on the other end of the house. She slipped inside and pressed her back against the door. Ruttford was sitting in one of the bedroom chairs, relaxed. It was Adam who was pacing the room, looking like a caged bird.

  “You have no right to keep me here,” Adam argued.

  “Will you be quiet?” Melonee snapped. “This is bigger than you and your idea of making us known to the world.”

  “How?” Ruttford asked as he stood, moving across the room to pull Melonee into his arms. How was she supposed to think with all this man-muscle wrapped around her? It really didn’t help when his hands began to wander all over her body.

  “How do you know Maverick won’t bust in here any second?” Adam asked.

  “Because,” Ruttford said as he began to nibble at her ear. “She wouldn’t be in here if Maverick was home.”

  Ruttford was right. Melonee wouldn’t chance her dad killing these two if he found her with them. That only solidified her resolve to get from under Maverick’s roof. She knew she would never have a chance with them if she remained here. “I can’t think,” she moaned as Ruttford slid his hand up the back of her sweater, running his fingers over her bare skin.

  “I don’t want you to think, beautiful.”

  “We face certain death if that behemoth of a man finds her in here and you’re thinking about sex?” Adam asked in astonishment.

  “Oh, yeah,” Ruttford replied.

  Melonee shivered as his warm breath felt like a small, hot wind across her neck. His hands were massaging her sides, working their way up toward her breasts, and his lips were teasing her flesh so damn wickedly that she forgot why she had come in here in the first place. Her womb clenched as her thighs tightened, thinking about the naughty things he could do to her, had done to her already.

  “Watch or join in, your choice, Adam.” Ruttford pushed the hem of Melonee’s shirt up and over her head, groaning when his eyes landed on her breasts. She was nervous and excited all in one. He had been going further and further with her lately, and she wasn’t sure how far he would go today.

  Melonee also had never dealt with another man in the equation before. Adam may do nothing, but just the thought of both of them touching and kissing her made her shudder. She needed skin. Melonee pulled Ruttford’s shirt that was tucked in his waistband free, and then slid her hands under the soft material to feel the hot flesh beneath her fingers.

  She could feel a hunger building inside of her for the man she had waited so long to be with and for a man she had just met. The scent of Ruttford infused her senses. It was male, hot and dark, captivating, as she trembled under his touch.

  His green eyes seemed to darken as he gave her the full weight of his stare. Ruttford was just as hungry as she was. Melonee could see it, sense it, and taste it in the very air around her. She fought for breath as she felt warm hands skim down the curve of her back and knew they didn’t belong to Ruttford.

  Her body was gearing up for the claiming. She was ready, but terrified of the intensity she could feel pulsing through her like wicked licks of flames.

  When Adam pressed his chest into her back, Melonee knew there was no stopping them. Ruttford gripped her jaw, slipping his tongue inside her mouth and giving her slow, easy strokes. Her body tightened as Adam’s hands moved to the waistband of her pants.

  It seemed they weren’t wasting any time. They knew Maverick wouldn’t be gone that long, and had plans on claiming her without any preludes or foreplay. She groaned as her hands slid over Ruttford’s shoulders—strong, wide shoulders. They were shoulders that flexed with strength and power.

  “Oh, god,” Melonee groaned when Adam’s hands squeezed the rounded curve of her flesh as her pants slowly lowered.

  “I love the taste of your skin,” Ruttford said as he kissed his way down to the swell of her breast. Melonee arched her back, her pussy clenching and her clit throbbing at the sensual way both her mates were touching her.

  “Get undressed, Adam,” Ruttford said as he took the tip of her nipple into his mouth, laving the sensitive flesh with his tongue as he pulled her closer. Adam finished removing her pants, leaving Melonee standing there in her panties and bra.

  She felt vulnerable, exposed to these men as Ruttford began to walk her backward. Melonee licked her lips, panting hard as she felt the erotic heat washing over her flesh. These two were going to make her combust. Melonee wasn’t sure if she would survive. An all-consuming need was taking over, and she didn’t care anymore if she drowned in the two men.

  Ruttford laid her down as Adam crawled in on the other side, entirely naked, his thick and heavy cock protruding from his groin.

  “You are sexy, erotic, and hot as hell,” Adam said with a guttural growl as he leaned down and took Melonee’s lips for the first time. She writhed under searching hands as Adam’s tongue delved deep into her mouth, devouring her. Reality began to recede as Adam kissed her like his life depended on it and Ruttford sucked her nipple back into his mouth.

  Her breathing became shallow when Adam grabbed her hand and guided it toward his cock. The shaft felt like forged steel under her fingers as she curled them around his heated flesh. She wondered what it would feel like to have Adam buried deep inside of her, claiming her, fucking her until she screamed her release.

  “You’re so wet,” Ruttford said as he slipped his fingers between the folds of her pussy, capturing the small bud between his fingers. Her hips hitched as his fingers played, drawing out more juices as Ruttford explored between her legs. Wicked, driving hunger rose to the forefront of her senses as Adam pulled back and stared down at her with his Siberian husky blue eyes. Arousal was swimming in their depths, making them almost crystal clear, void of any color whatsoever.

  A chill raced up her spine to explode at the back of her neck as electricity seemed to charge her entire body when Ruttford kissed her intimately between her thighs. She could feel the rioting pleasure rising inside of her.

  Adam cupped her chin, turning her toward him as the head of his erection pressed against her lips. His fingers opened her mouth until he slid home with a guttural cry. “Suck me, baby.”

  Her tongue caressed him with slow and unsure strokes as she tasted the hot, spicy essence of her mate in her mouth. A low, sexy growl filled the room as he held her head in place, pumping with measured thrusts. />
  Arching her back, Melonee cried around Adam’s shaft as her body splintered into thousands of tiny, pleasure-filled shards as her orgasm swept through her. Ruttford held on to her hips, holding her down as he licked her until her body could only jerk and shudder.

  She cried in protest when Adam pulled his shaft free, but the protest didn’t last long when Ruttford appeared at her side, his cock in his hand, moving closer to her mouth.

  “My turn, beautiful.” His lashes lowered, becoming heavy with sexuality. His lips were fuller, his face sang with pleasure, tight with needs that he was looking for Melonee to provide. Her lips parted as she took Ruttford’s cock into her mouth, suckling the head as she felt Adam move between her legs.

  Melonee’s stomach clenched and her pussy throbbed at the thought of binding with Adam. He was her mate and about to intertwine their souls together forever.

  Adam’s cock was so sensitive it was almost unbearable. He knew he should be finding a way out of this place, not having sex with Melonee. But as much as his mind told him to escape, his body seemed drawn to her like a moth to a flame. There was something about both of them that had Adam spreading her legs as his fingers caressed her silky thighs. He wasn’t sure what that feeling was, but he wasn’t going to deny the pleasure he found in being near both of them. The thought made his cock hard and heavy as his fingers played at the entrance to her pussy and then he grabbed his painfully hard cock and pressed the head to her wet entrance.

  Ruttford gave a long moan, his face contorted in pure ecstasy as Adam lifted Melonee’s hips and thrust forward.

  He froze in terrible realization as her legs locked into place and her body shook. She was a damn virgin! What had he just done? Why would she give herself to a stranger like this? Adam felt the guilt begin to build inside of him. He knew he couldn’t take her like she didn’t matter, like this was just a bout of sex.

  Spanning his hand over her belly, Adam took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as his muscles felt like they were at their breaking point. But he wasn’t going to move until her body relaxed.

  “Come here.” Ruttford snagged the back of Adam’s neck, pulling him over for a kiss. But it wasn’t a simple kiss. Ruttford’s tongue delved into Adam’s mouth, taking possession. It almost felt as if Ruttford was branding him with his claim. Adam’s fingers moved to Melonee’s inner thighs, smoothing the skin as he felt her slowly relaxing.

  “Move inside of her,” Ruttford said into Adam’s mouth, “because I’m about to fuck you to within an inch of your life, handsome.” Ruttford took possession of his mouth once more.

  Adam’s pulse raced at Ruttford’s promise. He broke the kiss and gazed down at Melonee. Her eyes were closed as she sucked Ruttford’s cock deeper into her mouth. The sight had Adam moving a bit faster, hissing at the tight feel of her pussy around his cock. He’d never had a virgin before and was scared he would hurt her.

  Melonee opened her eyes and turned her gaze on him. Adam sucked in a breath as he saw the blue irises filled with sensual heat. Pushing her legs back a little further, Adam glanced down and watched his cock disappear inside of her body, feeling the licks of fire running along his groin as he took her.

  Knowing he was the first man to ever have her like this, a protective need seized him, making him want to kill anyone who came near her. It was an insane thought, but that didn’t stop him from feeling that way.

  Dropping to one arm, Adam got an up-close view of what Melonee was doing to Ruttford. The sight was erotic as hell. He leaned closer, licking at Ruttford’s shaft when Melonee pulled back some. They were both sampling the man as Adam curled his hips, propelling inside of her tight, wet pussy.

  “Goddamn it!” Ruttford said as his hand landed on Adam’s head. “Shit.”

  Adam tried to follow Ruttford’s cock when the man pulled away, but the guy had moved too far. “You two are going to be the death of me.”

  Adam looked down when Melonee cupped his face and turned his head. “Hi.”

  He couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips. “Hey, beautiful.”

  “That’s my nickname for her,” Ruttford said as he moved in behind Adam. “But I’ll share it.”

  Adam captured Melonee’s lips, their tongues dueling when Adam felt Ruttford’s fingers slide over his ass. It was an automatic reflex when Adam slowed his thrusts, feeling nervous as hell as Ruttford’s finger slid over his hole.

  “Relax,” Ruttford said as he leaned forward and kissed both cheeks. “Has anyone ever fucked you before?”

  Pulling from Melonee’s lips, Adam shook his head. “I’ve always topped.” Adam groaned when he felt Ruttford’s wet tongue slide over his asshole. Never before had he felt anything so damn good.

  “Well, you are about to be claimed, handsome.”

  Melonee lifted her legs, wrapping them around Adam’s waist as she gazed up at him. “First for both of us, huh?”

  He smiled and kissed her on the lips. “You should have said something.”

  “Why?” she asked, looking genuinely puzzled. “You are my mate. You can have me anytime you want me.”

  Oh hell.Adam felt his cock pulsing at her offer. He wasn’t sure what a damn mate was, but hell if he wouldn’t take her up on having sex anytime he wanted with her. He paused with that thought. Adam wasn’t going to stick around. He was here to buy out Brac Village and move on.

  Why did that thought make his chest hurt?

  Adam didn’t want to examine that feeling right now. It was bizarre as hell, and at the moment all he wanted to do was lose himself in these two. Adam stopped thinking as he felt how tight and hot Melonee felt wrapped around his cock. She tangled her fingers in his hair as her legs shook around him…and then Adam felt Ruttford’s finger enter him. He moaned as Melonee pulled him down and captured his lips. She tightened her legs around him as Adam broke the kiss and took a nipple into his mouth. He was lost in the sensations burning through his body. His cock was buried deep as he pumped hard, while Ruttford used more than one finger to stretch him, ready him.

  He couldn’t stand it. He needed Ruttford’s steel shaft to fill him, to fuck him into oblivion—anything but this slow torture that drove him to the brink.

  And then the blunt head of Ruttford’s cock was pressed against his opening. Adam stilled, laving at Melonee’s nipple, gently biting it as Ruttford inched his way in. Melonee’s pussy tightened around his cock, bringing him to the brink of the abyss.

  “Goddamn, Adam,” Ruttford said with a low groan.

  Adam kissed his way back up Melonee’s chest, sucking at her neck when Ruttford started to move. Something inside him shattered. The feeling was something he had never experienced before and Adam knew this wouldn’t be the last time. Not when his body was being set on fire. He groaned low and deep into her ear.

  “God, Adam,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck me harder.”

  Adam began to move faster, feeling the dual sensation on his cock and in his ass. And then something very strange began to happen. Adam couldn’t understand it. There was no logical explanation.

  Tiny, colorful ribbons began to form in front of him. They pulled and twirled from everyone’s chest. Adam glanced behind him to see the shocked look on Ruttford’s face.

  “What’s happening?”

  “We are binding our souls together,” Ruttford replied as the rainbow of colors stretched and lengthened from Ruttford. All three of their ribbons began to swirl around each other, twining together…and then Adam saw small images, made of wisps of smoke, of all three of them. He reached his hand up to touch, but his hand went right through them. The sight had him mesmerized.

  They were the exact images of Adam, Melonee, and Ruttford. They danced around one another, melded together, and then split apart. Melonee’s image broke in half, one part entering Adam as the other entered Ruttford.

  The same happened with his and Ruttford’s images. Ruttford’s form became two, one going into Melonee as the other entered him. Ruttford’s g
reen eyes blazed with heat as Adam’s image disappeared into the man’s chest.

  It was the strangest thing he had ever seen, but he couldn’t deny the deep bond that instantly filled him for these two. In that moment, Adam knew he couldn’t live without either of them.

  He was brought out of his stunned state as Ruttford slammed into him, reminding Adam that he was being thoroughly fucked. He glanced down at Melonee to see her eyes locked intently on him.

  Sliding his arm under Melonee’s shoulder, Adam began to move fast and deep inside of her, watching as she became unglued in his arms. Her back arched as Melonee cried out, her pussy flexing and gripping his cock tight as her orgasm swept through her.

  “God, you are so beautiful,” Adam whispered as Ruttford matched his pace, Adam’s need reaching a pinnacle. With a flurry of hard and fasts thrusts, Ruttford froze behind him, roaring out his release. Adam wasn’t too far behind. The buildup exploded inside of him, sending him over the edge as he shouted, his seed spurting inside Melonee as his movements became uncoordinated, jerky.

  Adam was boneless as Ruttford pulled free, moved from the bed, and headed into the bathroom. Adam pulled his flagging cock from Melonee and then dropped down beside her. He wrapped his arms around her and wondered how he was going to get out of the mess with Kenyon Corporation so he could stay in Brac Village with these two.

  Because no matter what his mind was telling him, Adam knew he wasn’t going to clinch the deal in Brac Village or exploit them. Somehow—whatever that was that had just taken place between them and bound them together—Adam knew he couldn’t just walk away.

  Ruttford came out of the bathroom, scratching his chin, his expression perplexed. “I just tried to shimmer back into bed, but nothing happened.”

  Melonee sat up, glancing at Ruttford with wide eyes. “Maverick must have had the keeper place stronger spells on the house. It seems we are all stuck here now.”

  Adam wasn’t sure what a keeper was, but he knew from the way the two were looking that he wasn’t leaving this house anytime soon.