Sugar Creek 2: Melissa's Acceptance (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  They kept her on the edge of climax for what seemed like hours. Her mates brought her to the brink of climax three times before they let her get closer to the crescendo she was striving toward. Finally, when she didn’t think she could take anymore, they thrust their hips faster and harder, the sounds of their sweat-slick bodies slapping together in a cacophony of pleasure.

  Melissa could feel the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter as her mates slammed against her, inside her. Tingles of fire ran from the top of her head and down the length of her body. Her insides were building to such an intense peak she didn’t think she could bear it.

  “Oh, ah. It’s too much. Don’t stop.” She knew she was crying but the sensations were too intense to contain her emotions. Her heart was so full of love and her body was feeling such powerful pleasure it wouldn’t be contained. “I love you. I love you both so much.”

  Melissa reached the summit, screaming loudly as euphoria culminated and pushed her up and over the edge of the cliff. She saw stars and her body convulsed uncontrollably as cream gushed from her pussy, covering her and Luke. She was vaguely aware of her mates’ roars as they ejaculated into her pussy and ass. The jerking spasms of their cocks inside her as they filled her with warm cum caused her to tip over the edge once more. Her vision dimmed and she slumped down onto Luke and slipped into oblivion.

  Melissa woke to find her mates running their hands up and down her body in soothing caresses as they lay beside her on the bed. She sighed contentedly as they surrounded her with their warm masculinity. She had never felt so fragile, feminine, or loved. She giggled when Damian found a ticklish spot on her ribs, then laughed uncontrollably as her two mates tickled her relentlessly until she called a stop to their play.

  “Stop! I can’t take anymore,” she gasped out between laughs.

  “Mel, Luke and I love you, baby. We are so glad we found you. We never thought we’d ever find out mate. You’re our miracle,” Damian said with such sincerity she had to blink so she didn’t end up blubbering all over them.

  “I love you, honey. You are the light of our lives. We want to make babies with you. We want to love, cherish, and protect you. You make our lives complete. I can’t wait for you to be in our house.” Luke’s voice was full of emotion and he swallowed audibly.

  Melissa was so choked up with emotion she could barely breathe. She had to take a few deep, ragged breaths until she was able to speak. Taking each of their hands into hers, she moved back to rest against the headboard of the bed so she could see both her mates at the same time.

  “I love you both so much. I would like nothing more than to make babies with you. You have made me so happy,” she sobbed, then launched herself into her men’s arms.

  Luke and Damian sandwiched Melissa between them, surrounding her with their love and warm bodies and they both placed their noses against her neck and inhaled.

  “Ours,” they both growled at the same time.

  “Yours.” Melissa sighed with contentment.

  Damian eased away from her until he was standing beside the bed. He rummaged around in his jeans pocket for something, then crawled back onto the bed. “We would like to ask for the honor of your hand in marriage, Melissa Wise.” Damian cleared his throat and then held his hand out palm up.

  Melissa gasped when she saw the solitaire diamond with a small, black diamond on either side. It was set in a white gold band and was the most exquisite ring she had ever seen. She covered her mouth with a trembling hand and Luke clasped her left hand in his and held it steady while Damian slipped the band onto her left ring finger.

  “Thank you. The ring is…beautiful. But…”

  “But what, honey?” Luke asked.

  “I thought we were already married,” Melissa said.

  “In the eyes of the pack we are, baby,” Damian said, “but we know that it’s every woman’s dream to get married in the traditional way. So we decided if you would accept us, we would have a traditional human wedding ceremony. We want to make you happy, Mel.”

  Melissa was so touched and choked up by their gesture, it took a while before she could answer them.

  “Yes, yes, yes. I can’t wait to move in with you and spend the rest of my life with you. I can’t wait to make babies with you and yes, I will marry you. I love you, both of you, so very much. I couldn’t stand to be away from either of you for more than five minutes at a time. If that makes me crazy then so be it, I love being crazy.” Melissa laughed with pure joy. Her mates gently wrestled her down to the bed and they spent most of the night making love. And she couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere or with anyone else but in between her two werewolf mates.

  Chapter Twelve

  The next few days were crazier than Melissa and her mates could ever have imagined. They packed up all of her belongings, placed her furniture in storage, and sorted out the boxed items she wanted to take with her.

  Sara helped Melissa plan the wedding, which had been set for two weeks after her mates had proposed. Thank goodness her sister was excellent at organizing. She seemed to have everything in hand and only needed Melissa to pick out colors for invitations, bridesmaid dresses, and so forth.

  Damian and Luke hadn’t stopped smiling and neither had she. Melissa spent her first night under their roof on the night of a full moon, a night the pack dedicated to shifting into wolf form to go for a run through the forest if circumstances allowed.

  Melissa stood between her two mates as the pack members all removed their clothes to ready themselves for the change. She was feeling a little uncomfortable at being seen naked by people she didn’t know very well, but her mates soon put her at ease.

  When they were standing naked together under the bright light of the full moon, she felt the pull of the moon take over. She let her muscles relax and embraced her animal when she felt the familiar tingle as hair erupted out on her skin and her bones cracked, popped, and contorted, until she was standing beside her wolf mates. They were so big Melissa’s head only came up to the top of Damian’s and Luke’s shoulders in wolf form.

  Damian’s black fur was so dark it seemed to shine a blue-black color under the moonlight. Luke was a head taller than she was but his wolf form was so muscular he took her breath away. His coat was a chocolate-brown color and his hazel eyes also had gold flecks that caught her eye.

  As one, the shifted pack members tilted their heads to the sky, howling into the night as they paid homage to the full moon. When the delightful song was complete, the wolves took off running through the night. Melissa ran with them, her mates by her side, nudging her with their noses to guide her in the right direction.

  She had never been so attuned to the nature surrounding her. She could see as plainly as if it was daylight, could smell small animals throughout the forest as they scurried for cover, trying to hide themselves from the predators running near them. She had never felt so invigorated in her life. The joy coursing through her sleek wolf body was something to be revered.

  They ran for what seemed like hours until they came to the small lake, and after drinking their fill of the cool, crisp, clean water, Melissa laid down on her haunches to catch her breath.

  “You are the most beautiful bitch I have ever seen, my mate. I cannot wait to go back home and love you,” Damian spoke to Melissa using their mind link.

  “The last one back to the clearing gets to be washed in the shower by the other two.” Luke chuckled and took off running.

  Melissa ran after them, making sure she was the last one back to the clearing. She couldn’t wait to get back to their home, to have her mates’ hands running all over her body as they washed her.

  They arrived back at the cabin, their arms full of their clothes, not bothering about getting dressed only to strip naked again as soon as they walked in the door. Luke and Damian each grabbed one of her hands and led her into the shower.

  They lathered their hands with her favorite body wash, slicking her all over with the suds. Their hands played ov
er her breasts until the nipples were standing to attention. Then they wandered down lower, soaping the sensitive skin of her bald pussy.

  When they had her groaning and whimpering with arousal, they pushed her back under the water to rinse the bubbles off. After they had dried her off, Damian scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He eased her down onto the bed and then gently shoved his way between her thighs. Her pussy was so wet she could feel the cream leaking out. Luke crawled up beside her and began laving and nipping at her nipples until she was mindless with need.

  She bucked her hips up, demanding more pleasure, and wasn’t disappointed when Damian blew on her clit before he started licking her. Melissa slid her hand down Luke’s body from his shoulders to his six-pack abs until she found his hard cock and wrapped her hand around it. She pumped up and down a few times and was pleased at the moaning growl coming from his mouth.

  “I want you in my mouth, Luke. Please? I want to taste you.”

  Luke growled again, and then he straddled her chest and shifted until his cock nudged her chin.

  Opening her mouth wide, she sucked the tip of his dick into her mouth, tasting her mate’s intoxicating flavor. He tasted of warm, spicy male. His aroused, musky aroma was so potent to her sensitive nose he nearly had her climaxing from his smell alone.

  Melissa growled around Luke’s dick and then sucked him into her mouth, while Damian placed his hands underneath her buttocks and tilted her hips up. He held her wet pussy to his mouth and started eating her out. Damian groaned in what sounded like appreciation as he lapped up her juices, licking her clit and then thrusting his tongue into the depths of her pussy.

  Luke withdrew from her mouth as she got closer to climax. Melissa’s body arched and tensed as liquid fire swept through her and she screamed as she orgasmed with gush of cream.

  “That is so fucking sexy. You nearly make me come every time I see you squirt, honey. We love it when you drench us in your juices,” Luke rasped with approval.

  Damian slid up the bed until he was sitting on his knees between her legs. He took the base of his cock in hand and aimed for her cunt. He thrust in until he was balls-deep and then he held her while he maneuvered until she was sitting on his lap, his legs hanging over the end of the bed.

  Luke moved in behind her and she gasped when he ran cold, lube-covered fingers back and forth over her anus until her muscles relaxed. When she opened to him, he pushed his fingers inside her dark hole, lubing her generously until she clenched around his fingers.

  She heard him coating his cock with lube, then was breaching her ass, and he didn’t stop until he was all the way inside. Luke moved back out of her anus and as he pushed back in, Damian withdrew from her pussy. They set up a slow, easy pace to begin with, drawing out the exquisite sensations of the intense friction as they glided in and out of her body.

  Melissa matched their rhythm, moving her hips back and forth, and up and down in a slow rocking motion. It was the most carnal, sweetest sensation, having her two mates thrusting in and out, in and out, with slow, easy movements. She felt the beginnings of her climb toward climax. Her sheath and ass muscles began to tighten around her mates’ cocks. The pressure built higher and higher and she began to move faster as she hurtled toward the stars. She threw her arms up above her head and gave herself up to the protection of her mates as they drove her up and over the edge into orgasm.

  Fire raged through her body and she screamed as she reached the peak. Her body quaked and quivered and her internal muscles clamped down hard on the two cocks shuttling in and out of her pussy and ass. The rapture consumed her and she embraced the emotional and physical connection to her men.

  Damian and Luke both roared just before their cocks twitched and jolted inside her as they followed her into the stratosphere. Cum spewed from the end of their cocks, filling her body as she continued to milk them dry with her body’s internal convulsions.

  “I love you. Both of you,” Melissa said once she had enough breath to talk, not worried they wouldn’t hear her muffled voice as she rested her face against Luke’s chest. “I never thought I would find one man willing to take me as I am, let alone two of you. I am the luckiest woman alive. Please don’t ever change. You’re both perfect the way you are.”

  “Ah, honey, we’re the lucky ones. We have waited years for you to come and complete our lives. We’ll never let you go.”

  “We love you more than our own lives, baby. We would give our lives to save you if we had to,” Damian said, his voice full of emotion. He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, inhaling against her skin.

  * * * *

  The day of the wedding arrived. Sara had spent the night with her sister in her cabin. Melissa had surprised her by being a little superstitious. Her sister considered it bad luck for the grooms to see the bride the day of the wedding. Luke and Damian had spent the night in a guest bedroom of their Alpha’s home.

  She’d seen the two men in the distance through the kitchen window, already dressed in black suits with white shirts, making last-minute adjustments to their clothes, looking each other over critically as they adjusted each other’s ties. Then they had both looked toward the cabin, and after a few moments they had turned away and begun to pace. Sara couldn’t help but be amused by their nervousness. She couldn’t imagine why they would be nervous. They were werewolves, for God’s sake.

  Even though Damian was to be Melissa’s husband on paper, they had assured Sara, when they’d met her yesterday afternoon and directed her to the cabin, that her sister would always be married to both of them in the eyes of werewolf law. Sara turned away from the window and hurried down the hallway to her sister.

  Sara helped Melissa into her wedding dress. It was not a conventional wedding dress, it was more like an elegant white evening gown with thin straps, a tight satin-corseted bodice with a skirt that flared slightly over her hips, then stopped mid-thigh. Her sister looked absolutely breathtaking.

  Sara was wearing a gown similar to Melissa’s, but in a shade of red that brought out the red highlights that ran through her black hair and set off her piercing aquamarine eyes. She’d never worried about what she looked like before but wanted to look pretty for her sister’s special day. With one last perusal of Melissa, Sara held out her hand to her and squeezed it. “I love you, Mel. I hope you will be very happy with your men.”

  “I’m already happy, Sara.”

  Sara studied her sister’s face and saw the inner glow all the way down to her soul. She was glad that Melissa had found two men to love and take care of her and even though she was proud of her, and joyful, she was going to miss her.

  Sara was feeling very nervous, as she had not had a chance to meet any of the pack members besides her new brothers-in-law. She wasn’t sure what to expect and was apprehensive about being amongst so many werewolves.

  The ceremony was to be held at the front of the pack house, among the riot of beautiful flowering roses. The reception afterward was going to be out back underneath a large marquee, which Alice and some older female pack members had catered for.

  “Okay, you’re ready, Mel. It’s time to get you married. You look stunning in that dress, sis.”

  “Thank you for organizing the wedding and the reception, Sara. I couldn’t have done it without you.” Melissa drew her close for a hug. Sara had to blink rapidly so she wouldn’t start crying. Melissa moved back and met her gaze again. “You’re going to have to beat the unmated males off with a stick, honey. You look striking in that dress.

  “You’d better come visit me, Sara. I’m going to miss not having you close by.”

  “I will, Mel. That goes for you, too. I want to see you at least once a month to make sure you’re happy.”

  “Sara, you don’t need to worry. I love those two men like I have never loved anyone before, and they love me. What more could a girl ask for?”

  Sara started down the aisle of rose petals, frowning with confusion as she noticed pack mem
bers sniffing in the direction of her sister. She heard a few snickers from a couple of men as she passed them by. Mentally shrugging her shoulders, she stood beside her sister as the marriage celebrant conducted the ceremony. It was over with all too quickly. Her sister was finally married.

  The food at the reception was some of the best Sara had ever eaten. She sat back at the head table while her sister danced with first Damian, then Luke, and then both of them. Luke and Damian danced with Sara, as did a few of the single males, but she was more than content to sit back and watch. She was tired after working so hard to arrange the wedding and was glad that Alice had stepped in to help.

  Finally, the night was drawing to a conclusion and people began to leave with their partners. Sara noticed that Damian and Luke were itching to whisk their wife away as well. They kept looking toward the path that led toward their cabin but they held out a lot longer than Sara expected them to.

  When they sat at the table again for one last celebratory drink with her, Damian handed Melissa a glass of soda instead of champagne.

  “I wanted another glass of champagne. What is it with you two? You’ve only allowed me to have one drink of alcohol all night.” Melissa frowned.

  Damian leaned down to whisper in Melissa’s ear.

  “What? Are you shitting me? How the hell do you know?”

  “What’s wrong, Mel? Are you all right?” Sara asked as she saw the incredulous look cross her sister’s face.

  “Did you see any of the pack members trying to smell me, Sara?”

  “Now that you mention it, yeah I did. I thought it was pretty odd at the time. What was that all about anyway?”

  “Your sister is pregnant. She is carrying our child. A werewolf’s sense of smell is very, very good. We can smell when a female is in heat and also when they have conceived,” Damian said in matter-of-fact tone, but Sara could see the joy in his eyes. She glanced at Luke. His smile was so wide it was a wonder it didn’t split his face. But what got to Sara the most was the love she could see when they were looking at Melissa.