Dragon's Heart: Melanie's Men

by T. Cobbin

  Brock looked down at Cole and smiled. “She likes.”

  Cole returned the smile, lifting his head a little to kiss the end of Brock’s nose. “I love it, but I think our female should be the one we ravish tonight.”

  Agreeing, Brock moved, climbing off Cole to straddle Melanie in a flash. “Hello, female.”

  He smirked, staring in her wonderful green eyes. A frown appeared between his mate’s eyes, and her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. It looked like she wanted to ask something. Did she want to stop? He would with regret if she wanted to. But he would never stop fighting for her.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “Condom?” she asked.

  Brock nearly blew out a thankful breath of relief; she didn’t want to stop. “We’re clean.” He couldn’t exactly tell her being a shifter they didn’t get those kinds of human sexual diseases. “But we have them.”

  Cole moved off the bed and reached into a hidden drawer underneath the bed. In these rooms above the club, condoms weren’t normally used, because most often the shifters who used them were just there for mating. But Troy insisted condoms were packed into the rooms just in case. Not all shifters wanted pregnancies to happen, and not all could tell if the female was fertile or not.

  Cole tore the golden wrapper off the rubber with his teeth. “Let me put it on?” he asked.

  Brock sat up on his hunches, his cock standing tall and proud. Leaning forward, Cole placed the rubber over his cock. Brock was a little disappointed to feel the tight elastic around his shaft. To fully mate with Melanie, he and Cole would have to be firmly embedded in her with both their cocks and their teeth. He was also certain that would happen too.

  Grab her hands and put them above her head,” Brock ordered Cole.

  Cole moved fast, and Melanie’s hands were held above her head. Brock watched her wiggle, a frightened look fleeting her eyes, her mouth opened as if to say something. Brock paused. Melanie’s mouth closed, but she looked up at him for reassurance.

  “You’re safe. We won’t hurt you. Just say stop and we will,” he told her gently. He would too. He or Cole would never harm this female—or any other—intentionally.

  Reassured, Melanie nodded. Leaning either side of her body on his elbows, he moved his legs inside of Melanie’s, spreading hers more. She opened them willingly, inviting him in. With a prod, he quickly found her heated entrance with his dick, and with a slight push of his hips, the head of his covered cock entered her. Brock paused, peering into Melanie’s eyes, seeking permission to fully enter her. He may be dominant but he always made sure sex was wanted.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered.

  With a snap of his hips he pushed inside her. Fully seated, he heard Melanie gasp, her body freezing for a few moments as it adjusted to his size. He fought closing his eyes at the wondrous feeling; he wanted to see his mate’s face. Her eyes glazed over as she looked sightlessly up toward him, her body relaxing slowly. Gradually, she relaxed and her hips shifted, a move that willed him to carry on. His sensation of being inside her was slightly dulled because of the condom. He couldn’t wait for the day when he would fuck his mate skin on skin. But for now, he would abide by her rules.

  “Wish for me to move, little female?”

  She wiggled below him, silently trying to get him to move. With Cole still holding her hands above her head, her breasts were pushed up. He sucked one briefly into his mouth and rolled it around before releasing it with a pop.

  “Just look at those perky nipples, Cole. I think they need some more attention.” He smirked over to his male.

  Cole ducked his head almost immediately and began eating those small, perky buds. Melanie wrapped her legs eagerly around Brock’s hips, her tiny feet pressing against his backside. He waited, watching Cole placing nibbles against her skin. Cole kissed along her collarbone, moving up toward her mouth. Brock watched as their tongues touched before being hidden between their lips. His female kept trying to rotate her hips underneath him. He knew she was trying to get him to move, but he waited for her to answer his earlier question. He wanted to hear her say it. She moaned against Cole’s mouth.

  She tore her mouth away from Cole’s. “Move, you bastard,” she practically shouted at him. He felt her try to buck her hips again, and her feet slapped against his arse while she tried to free her hands from Cole’s.

  Brock couldn’t help the smirk; his woman was feisty. “Ask nicely,” he taunted her.

  “Fuck. Me. You. Twathead. Or I’ll get Cole to do it,” she screamed. She pressed her feet against his backside, lifting her arse off the bed a couple of inches. He loved her spunkiness already.

  Cole looked at him with a quiet warning. Don’t leave her hanging too long, bro.

  Brock pulled out to the tip of her warm, wet, inviting pussy, his dick sliding slowly against her walls. She tensed, waiting for him to thrust back in. He again paused, teasing her. Her head lifted, her eyes boring into him. If looks could kill, he thought.

  He moved his hands from the bed to her ample hips. She was built for a man like him; soft, abundant curves that felt so silky underneath his palms. He snapped his hips again, rooting himself deep inside her, her gasped cry ringing in his ears.

  He couldn’t tease them both any more, his balls were tight against his body. He needed relief just as much as his mate. Again, he withdrew only to surge back in. Brock watched Cole spread light kisses on Melanie’s skin as he himself began pounding into her. In and out. Conscientious strokes. The tingling in his spine grew as he flowed in and out, feeling every pulse of her walls.

  She clamped down on him each time he withdrew, as if to try and keep him inside her. She met him thrust for thrust. He licked down the side of her neck, over her pulse. Perspiration gathered over his body, mixing with hers. Her breasts bounced, the right one not so much being it was again in Cole’s mouth. Brock’s bear pushed him to bite, to feel its teeth sink through the delicate skin over her pulse. To finally bond and become the trio they were meant to be. Instead, Brock sucked on the point where he would bite her at a later date.

  He felt her orgasm when she came. Her body tightened, she screamed out his name in ecstasy, and her cunt squeezed enough to almost strangle his cock. With gritted teeth, he thrust one, two, three more times and his cum filled the condom. He wished the rubber wasn’t there and his seed was now covering her womb. The idea of his mate being with cub had his cock jerking more seed into the rubber.

  Soon, his bear said, trying to comfort him.

  Yes, very soon. At least if he had his way.

  Melanie wiggled underneath him as he laved kisses over her skin while waiting for their hearts to slow.

  “You can’t still be hard?” she asked, clamping down her pussy walls onto his hard shaft that was still buried inside her.

  “Always for you, sweetpea.”

  He could feel Cole was getting anxious to take part in the loving he and Melanie had just shared. Even mated, the bears couldn’t talk telepathically to each other, but like the dragon shifters they could feel their mate’s emotions. From what Brock had been told, the dragon shifters had a unique bond with their whelp before they were born, sometimes as soon as it was created; bear shifters, however, didn’t get to share this. Brock lifted his head from Melanie’s neck to look up at his other mate. Cole did indeed have a pained look on his face. Looking down Cole’s body, Brock could see why.

  * * * *

  Cole had watched, enthralled, when Melanie orgasmed, her skin flushed as she screamed out Brock’s name. Her panting jerked for a second or two then sped up until her body finally seemed to ooze into a sated puddle. Her arms and legs lay limp as her mind slowly seemed to gather itself. All the time he watched, he wished it was him inside her, making her feel as she did.

  Brock lay over the top of Melanie, kissing her over and over, until she wiggled and noted he was still hard. Cole was hard, painfully hard. He wanted inside their mate like yesterday. Looking over at Brock, he sent a wave of lo
nging emotions, wanting him to know he was still there. Brock lifted his head and winked at him, but then moved. Cole couldn’t miss Brock’s glistening wet sex as he withdrew from Melanie with a moan.

  Cole looked down at their female as he moved between her legs. She was gorgeous. She had ample curves, and her breasts were big enough to overflow in his large hands. He made a pained sound when his cock jerked. Excitement rippled through him. He was going to be inside their mate, the one who would complete their trio. Would she feel the excitement and satisfaction he felt, if she knew? He twisted around and grabbed another condom from under the bed.

  “Here, let me.” Brock had already whipped off his used rubber and moved to kneel in front of Cole. With gentle precision, Brock slid the prophylactic on until he was fully sheathed. Before moving away, Brock leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the tip, which made Cole groan and his dick bob. Bastard. Cole knew he wasn’t going to last long once he was inside his woman.

  Her small, soft hands grabbed at his forearms and pulled him closer to her. He kissed up her stomach, in between her breasts, and slowly up her neck, all the time aligning himself with her heated core.

  “You have the most wonderful bright eyes,” he said hoarsely. “They shine like emeralds.”

  He kissed her face, her cheek, her lips. Brock broke into his vision, he moved to the side of Melanie, his long, thick cock between his fingers. He stroked his shaft with his right hand while his left one moved Melanie’s head to the side. Cole moaned when she licked her lips, her eyes full of lust as she gazed at Brock’s sex, her hand rising to cup his balls. Cole couldn’t wait any longer, the pain he felt from being so hard was beginning to hurt a little.

  With the tip of his cock inserted into her sweet, wet pussy, he slowly pushed further inside, relishing every sensation he felt. He threw his head back at the overwhelming pleasure. He wanted to roar, to shout out, he was home. Both of his mates were with him in this tiny room. Gradually, his heart slowed a touch while he waited for his female to adjust to his invasion. A few seconds passed and she wiggled and moaned around Brock’s cock in her mouth. Cole watched in fascination as Brock slid it in and out of her.

  Cole withdrew, only to thrust back in. He could already feel his oncoming orgasm. He grit his teeth; he had to take care of his mate first. He bucked, rotating his hips as he did, until he found the place that made his female buck against him just a little bit harder. One of his hands lowered to between their bodies. He found her swollen clit that Brock had sucked on earlier. He pressed and circled it. He surged over and over. He needed to come. Melanie’s legs wrapped around his butt, her feet pressing into him. He could feel her pussy begin to ripple. She was close.

  “Come, my female, come for me,” he begged, rutting into her as deeply as he could, his hips slapping against hers.

  He felt her orgasm rock through her pussy. Her cunt clamped down on his cock so tightly Cole couldn’t help but come, his seed catching in the rubber.

  Chapter 8

  “Are we really letting her go?” Cole asked Brock.

  The two men were sitting in their car watching Melanie walk into her hotel room. Brock was surprised the woman could walk after the night they had all just shared. He imagined they’d slept for only a few hours, if that. The rest of the time either he or Cole had been inside their little mate. He knew she would remember them for a while, especially with all the hickies they had left on her body. By the time those disappeared, he planned to make sure she had plenty more.

  “For now,” Brock said reluctantly. His bear was roaring inside of him, scraping his claws against his skin; he was miserable watching their mate walk away. “We can’t just kidnap her or tell her about ourselves. You saw how she reacted this morning. She was skittish, mumbling about being a school teacher and needing her job.”

  “She wouldn’t need a job if she was mated to us.”

  “Pfft.” Brock snorted. “Let me know when you plan to tell her that, and I’ll be sure to stand far enough back to not suffer her backlash.” Brock already knew that much about his mate. He could probably get away with ordering her around in the bed, but out of it…

  “How are we going to do this? She goes home tonight.” Cole sighed.

  “Slowly but surely. She has her school holidays coming up, and we have her telephone number. She’s also going to be back at the club in six weeks for her friend’s wedding.” Even as he said the words he already missed his little female. Six weeks seemed too long to wait before seeing her again.

  Melanie entered the building, disappearing from view, leaving he and Cole with just her sweet scent over their bodies. It would be just as heart-wrenching to wash it away as it was to sit there and watch her leave them.

  Gripping Cole’s hand, Brock placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles and started the engine of their car. Six weeks was too long. Suddenly he felt both stubborn and positive, and he was determined to come up with a plan to be with her sooner. His bear agreed with him.

  “We can head home for now and share our news with your parents,” Brock said, grinning.

  Thinking of how delighted Cole’s mother would be had Brock thinking of his own. He had a happy upbringing, both of his fathers loving him equally. His mother’s love had been unconditional, no matter the trouble he had gotten into as a young lad. Brock had just turned twenty-one when one of his fathers had surprised his other mates by taking them on holiday. It hadn’t been the happy getaway they were after. His parents had been running around in their shifter forms in the woods when hunters struck. Both of his fathers had been killed instantly, and his mother had been wounded. She had stayed alive long enough to reach the cabin they were staying in and shift back to her human form. After her frantic phone call, Brock boarded a plane to reach her as soon as he could. He had tried his best to persuade his mother to call the authorities who could help her faster than he could get there. But she didn’t want them involved. How could she explain what had happened? By the time Brock reached his mother, with a shifter doctor in tow, she had already died. Alone.

  Meeting Cole’s parents had been like coming home. They welcomed him and treated him like their very own cub. It made him miss his parents just a little bit more. Brock knew without a doubt that his parents would have loved and welcomed Cole, as much as they would have Melanie. He was saddened that they would never meet either.

  “Goddess!” Cole exclaimed. “My mother will have us in the nearest baby shop by the afternoon.”

  Brock sniggered. She would indeed.

  * * * *

  Two weeks later

  Melanie sighed as she locked the school gates. It seemed so final this year. Amy was getting married in four weeks, Wendy was going on holiday with a bouncer from Dragon’s Heart, Sarah had moved in with Dennenth, and Bobbie was planning on getting a summer job as well as seeing a secret admirer who’d been sending her roses for the last few weeks. Her friends were all doing something different.

  Melanie planned to do some backpacking for a few weeks this summer. Her mind had been constantly going over what had happened at Dragon’s Heart with Brock and Cole. Her one-nighter. It had been hotter than hell. But the sensible side of her kept chatting away, telling her nothing could come of it. She was a school teacher. She couldn’t enter a three-way relationship and expect to keep her job. What if their relationship didn’t work out? She’d be up shit creek without a paddle.

  Over the last week Melanie had packed a small rucksack, containing a single tent and sleeping bag, along with other bits and pieces to live off the land. She loved nature, found it calming. Especially when it rained. She needed to do this and forget about Brock and Cole. She couldn’t go back to having nothing and being nothing. She’d worked hard to become the person and teacher she was today.

  “You ready to go, or are you going to stand there staring at the gates?”

  Bobbie’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. How long had she been standing there staring at the gates? She turned and smiled at Bobbie
who was leaning against the stone wall opposite the school.

  “I’m ready,” she said, pocketing the gate key in her bag. “Are you ready for your little trip?” Melanie wiggled her eyebrows and chuckled.

  “Maybe.” Bobbie shrugged.

  Melanie frowned. She didn’t like seeing her friend unsure. Whoever this mystery guy was, he had Bobbie tied up in knots.

  “You could still come with me.”

  “Not on your nelly, what with all them creepy-crawlies. Eww.” Bobbie scrunched her nose up and animatedly shivered. Bobbie’s family was rich, and although she had only to ask for something as a child and receive it, Melanie knew that the only thing her best friend had a real want for while growing up was her parents’ love or affection. Alas, that had come in the form of things.

  Their conversation was cut short when a large, black Range Rover pulled up in front of them. Living in a country village, everyone knew everyone, and when someone new came into town, it was the talk of the community for weeks. So when the unfamiliar black Range Rover parked a few feet away from the school and themselves both women went on alert.

  Two huge, hunky men climbed out of the car. Brock and Cole. Both of them wore tight t-shirts and khaki shorts, their long, tanned legs ending in black hiking boots. Seeing what they were wearing, Melanie clicked on straight away why they were there. Shit. They had invited her to spend some time with them while she was on holiday, but she’d politely turned them down, saying she was backpacking around England for a few weeks. With the way they were dressed, she automatically assumed they were inviting themselves to join her.

  “You invited them to go with you?” Bobbie whispered. It seemed her friend was thinking the same thoughts as her.

  “Hey, sweetpea.” Brock swaggered up to her and placed a kiss on her cheek.

  “Hey, beautiful.” Cole kissed her other cheek.

  “School. Eyes,” she warned the men in a hissed whisper while looking around, hoping no one saw what had just happened. “Small village, everybody knows everybody.” She sighed. “If anyone had saw that, I could guarantee by this time tomorrow everyone in the village would know I was kissed by two men.”