Melissa's Acceptance (17 page)

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 members 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.

“I’m going to be an auntie? Really?” Sara asked excitedly.

“Yes you are, little sister,” Luke said.

“Oh my God, Mel. You’re going to be a mom and I’m going to be an auntie. Thank God you got married.” Sara jumped from her seat, pushing Luke out of her way to get to her sister.

“You are going to be the best mom ever, Mel. You’ll be a natural. Oh shit, does that mean you’re going to have a puppy?” Sara felt all the blood drain from her face at the thought.

Damian, Luke, Melissa, and the pack members close enough to hear her whispered question burst into hysterical laughter. Sara just stood there staring at her sister and her men with her face scrunched in worry.

“That’s the same question I asked my mates when they told me I was pregnant. I’m Tessa. I’m pleased to meet you, Sara.”

“Hi Tessa, it is nice to meet you as well,” Sara said, and then she couldn’t help but notice the slight bulge in Tessa’s stomach and wondered if there was something in the water or if werewolves were more potent than the average man. It looked like pregnancy was contagious, at least in this pack.

“Don’t feel too embarrassed for asking about things you’re unsure of, Sara,” Tessa said reassuringly. “The men in this pack seem to forget that the human females they mate with have no idea of pack laws, biology, and such. They just seem to expect us to know.” Tessa scowled at Lucien when he came to stand beside her.

“Now, Tessa, you know we didn’t do it on purpose. We forget sometimes that we have to explain everything to you. It’s all natural to us as we were born werewolves.” Lucien smiled at his mate.

“Sara, this is one of my mates, Lucien. Lucien, this is Melissa’s sister, Sara.”

“Pleased to meet you, Lucien.” Sara extended her hand and shook his. Although she had seen Lucien before and knew who he was, she was to be introduced to him at last. From what she could work out, he was the Alpha of the pack, which meant he was the head of the family. “Thank you both so much for the use of your gardens for Melissa’s wedding, it was very kind of you. I’m leaving now, I have a long drive ahead of me.”

“You’re welcome to stay in our spare bedroom, little sister,” Damian said. “In fact, I don’t think you should be driving at all now since it’s so late.”

Sara didn’t think it would be a good idea to be in the way of the newly married trio. “Um, thank you, but I don’t think that’s such good idea tonight. I’d really be more comfortable back home,” Sara declined gracefully. “Plus I’d feel a bit like a third wheel. It’s your wedding night, for goodness sake.”

They all burst out laughing at what Sara had muttered.

“Oh shit! Don’t tell me you could hear that?”

“Okay, we won’t.” Mel smirked at her.

“I’ll be leaving now before I embarrass myself any further.”

“Why don’t you stay in one of the empty guestrooms in the house, Sara? Or if you’re not comfortable with that, you could always stay in the empty cabin. Get a good night’s rest and you can head back home tomorrow when you’re feeling more refreshed,” Tessa said.

Sara looked from her sister and her husbands’ back to Tessa and Lucien, biting her lip with indecision. She really was feeling rather tired and it was a long way to drive.

“Thank you. I would be happy to stay in the empty cabin for the night. I really appreciate the offer.”

“Nonsense, you’re part of the pack now. You’re family. Gabe, will you escort Sara to the empty cabin please, while I get some clean linen for the bed?” Tessa asked over her shoulder.

“Sure baby,” Gabe answered, before kissing her deeply.

Sara felt her eyes widen with surprise as another man kissed Tessa when Lucien was standing right beside her. She nearly fell over when a third man stood to her other side, claiming her lips in a passionate clinch.

“Sara, these are my brothers, Gabriel and Raphael, but you can call them Gabe and Rafe. They are also mated to Tessa,” Lucien explained.

Sara figured he must have seen the shock on her face and muttered under her breath. “Oh my God. Three husbands. I need to leave here at first light, otherwise I’ll be drooling in my coffee.”

Sara’s cheeks went red when Gabe gave a bark of laughter.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” Sara muttered again. “I’m sorry. I meant no offense. I have a habit of talking to myself under my breath. Most normal people can’t hear me so I suggest you close your ears and not listen. I tend to blurt before I think.”

“Don’t change, little sister, we love your sarcastic humor. Everyone knows you have a warped sense of humor now. And If they don’t, they soon will,” Luke said with a smile.

Everyone left the celebration. Gabe escorted Sara to the cabin she would be using for the night.

* * * *

Damian scooped Melissa up into his arms and carried her toward their home. Her mates stripped her wedding gown from her body until she was standing before them naked. She watched through passion-heavy eyes as her men removed their own clothing.

Luke picked her up, placed her in the middle of the bed, followed her down, and started devouring her mouth. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers until they were both moaning, gasping. He broke the kiss and then started licking and nipping down her neck until he reached her collarbone. She shivered as his lips slid along her skin until he reached the top of her chest. His mouth changed direction until he came to the crest of her hardened nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

Damian slid in between her thighs, running his fingers along her swollen folds, spreading the juices being secreted from her pussy. He leaned down until he could reach her clit with his tongue, lapping at her with a light flickering motion until she was groaning with pleasure.