Melissa's Mates (9 page)

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Channing paced Melissa’s living room, ready to yank his hair out. He wasn’t used to this. The pull he felt for her almost made it impossible for him to stay within the walls of her house. He wanted to go to her, make sure she was okay. Her emotions poured though him, and he knew she was distressed. Even Connor seemed to pick up on her heartache.

“What do you think is happening?”

Connor looked up from the couch and shrugged. “I don’t know. The bond is still too weak for me to know exactly what she feels. All I know is I feel like my heart is breaking. If I didn’t know about the effects of what we all have, I’d take it for my own emotions, but I know it’s not me.”

“Yeah, I feel the same thing. We have to make this easier on her. She’s new to all of this. There has to be a way we can cheer her up.”

“I’m lost. I’m not used to being around other people unless I’m eliminating them.”

“I’m not used to it, either.” Channing sighed. He sat down on the couch and rested his head in his hands. Everyone feared him. His position to his servants caused him to
make
them fear him. For so long now, that’s all he knew. Now he’d have to find a way to soften up and woo a woman. He still couldn’t believe it.

“Where do you think she went?”

Looking up, Channing searched through his thoughts. “I’m not sure. She has a lot of friends.”

“I wish we could go and comfort her. I hate knowing she feels this way. Yes, I understand she’s having a hard time coming to terms with the way things are, but we can’t just sit and do nothing. We have to convince her.”

“Give her time. If we smother her, it’ll make things worse. Trust me. Did you not see the way she reacted earlier? She’s used to having things her way. We can’t take that away from her. She needs to feel in control of her life. We just somehow have to fit ourselves into it.”

Connor nodded and stood. “I’m starving. Popcorn is not breakfast. How territorial do you think Melissa is over her kitchen? I’m not about to cook if she’s going to get upset.”

Channing looked up and laughed. “I have no idea.”

Connor laughed back and grabbed his phone. “Take-out, it is. I’m not chancing pissing her off. Hey, you know what? I have an even better idea for after breakfast. Get ready Channing. With this plan, I think we can make Melissa melt.”

The vampire looked into Connor’s face and smiled. He had a few ideas of his own to try to get the feisty redhead to submit to her fate. With the combination of both, they might be able to master Melissa’s fears after all.

Chapter 8

Melissa walked into her house physically and mentally exhausted. Not even looking toward the men on the couch, she walked into her room and shut the door. Curling into a ball under the covers, she closed her eyes with every intention of finally going to sleep. Channing appeared out of nowhere, right next to her. She screamed and tumbled backwards off the bed.

“Holy shit! You did not just do that.”

His eyes were round as he looked at her. “I’m sorry. God, I must be stupid. I didn’t think. I’m so used to just appearing wherever I want to go. Forgive me, Melissa.”

Cautiously, she eased back to the bed just as Connor opened her door. “Smooth, Casanova. If you would have waited, we could have come in here together.”

Eyeing the men, she looked back and forth. “Did you both need something? I’m really tired and haven’t got any rest yet.”

“Then we’ll put you to sleep.” Connor crawled in on the other side of her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her back against him. As much as she wanted to kick both of them out, she couldn’t ignore how relaxed and calm she suddenly felt. She was too tired to fight.

“Just close your eyes, Melissa. We’ll take care of you.”

Assurance settled over her at Channing’s words. Warmth came from both sides of her body as they pressed against her. A whole new heat rushed to her core as she felt herself become aroused at their closeness. Sleep drifted from her mind while the thought of them touching her drove her to stay awake. Keeping her eyes closed, she tried to breathe her way through the spell, but all she could take in was the mixture of their manly smells.

Connor’s chest rose and fell deeply against her back. Breath tickled her neck, and she tried not to shiver against the sensitive sensations erupting over her body.

“Melissa.” The word was husky as air brushed over her exposed flesh. This time, she did shiver.

“Yes, Connor?”

His hand spanned across her stomach, lingering briefly until he gripped the gown tightly. “Your scent. It’s unbelievable.”

Channing’s hands caressed her cheek, and she opened her eyes to stare into his depths. Light blue sucked her in, promising things she only could dream of. Melissa recognized it wasn’t him telling her mind what to hear, it was herself. Deep down, she knew they all could have the kind of happiness her friends had found, but she wasn’t ready to admit that’s what she wanted. There were too many ifs. And she didn’t like anything associated with doubt.

Hardness pushed against her lower back, and she couldn’t help but moan and lean more into Connor’s cock. Everything about what was happening felt so right. Channing’s hand trailed down her neck, and she fought to control the heavenly vibrations racing over her.

“Just say yes. I promise you won’t regret it.”

She turned on her back and looked toward Connor, staring deeply into his eyes. For the second time in her life, time slowed. Captivated and immobile, it wasn’t until Channing’s finger lingered at the hem of her nightgown that she heard her answer.

“Yes. God, yes.”

Connor’s mouth eased to hers hesitantly. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him deeper into her body. Sweetness exploded over her tongue as she was swept away completely by his taste. Coolness settled over her body as her nightgown was pulled down her body. The sounds of tearing erupted all around her as Connor didn’t even break his mouth away to remove his clothing.

Warmth encased one of her aching nipples and lights exploded behind her eyes. Crying out into Connor’s mouth she clutched to him tighter. His body shifted, and the feel of his large hand eased down her ribs and over her hip. Fire engulfed her. The need to feel him touch her overpowered every other thought she could think of.

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The taste of Melissa’s mouth went beyond anything he’d ever tasted before. Connor broke his lips from hers, breathing raggedly as he looked down into her dark green eyes. “I never thought it could be like this.” The more he took in her face, the more he felt the pull. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Placing kisses down her neck, he took her other breast into his mouth. His face was so close to Channing’s, but he didn’t care. The need to take in more drove him to try to sample every inch of skin covering her body.

Gently biting the hard nub between his teeth, her fingers weaved into his hair. He sucked her more into his mouth, moving his hand to settle on her inner thighs. Wetness greeting him, and he couldn’t wait any longer. A growl came from his throat as he lifted and moved to lie between her thighs. In awe, he stared at what lay before him. She glistened, so ready, so willing.

Lowering his mouth, he traced his tongue over her swollen folds. Her flavor hit him hard, leaving his chest aching with wanting to never be parted from her again. He’d been hollow for so long that he never thought he’d get to experience what so many people had died for, his father included.

Easing his tongue into the tightness of her pussy, he felt his eyes roll back in pure ecstasy. She was made for him to savor. If it were up to him, he’d bask in her essence, just as he was, for the rest of his life, without ever moving.

The rotation of her hips brought his eyes up. Channing was now at her mouth, drinking in her moans. At the sight of her hips arched beautifully to receive him, her nipples hard with her pleasure, he circled her opening with his fingertip. More, she arched for him. These little things he loved more than anything he could remember.

Sucking the area around her clit, he eased his finger inside of her. Wetness encircled him. Slowly he thrust, rubbing her insides as he explored her depths. God, she moaned beautifully. There had to be a way for her to accept she was meant for them. Sure, things were going to be hard at first, but wouldn’t their loving her be enough to overcome the tough times? As she reached for him, he prayed it would be.

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Channing lifted his lips from Melissa’s, lightheaded with passion. Her hand came to his neck pulling him back down. He needed to touch her body more, taste her everywhere possible. While his mind went crazy with wanting to consume who she was, he battled the throbbing of his cock.

Connor lifted, easing up next to them, resting his head against the headboard as he lifted her body on top of his. Melissa’s back rested against Connor’s chest. Channing watched amazed as Melissa gripped her other mate’s thick cock and slid it into her pussy. The look on her face went beyond one filled with pleasure. She was in pure bliss.

“Channing, lay on top of her while she rests against me. I want you to have access to her neck. It’s time. It has to be now. God, this has never felt so right.”

He nodded, sliding on top of Melissa while Connor thrust his cock into her. With her sandwiched between both of them, he never thought anything felt more perfect. Her generous breasts moved against their gentle swaying. Melissa’s hand grasped around his thickness, and Channing moaned, kissing her deeply.

The softness of her stomach came in contact with his length as she began to stroke him faster. It was taking everything he had to keep his arms holding up his weight, above her. For some unexplainable reason, his body jolted. Opening his eyes, he knew they were glowing. He felt the heat. Looking at Connor, his were the same way. It was time.

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Melissa’s mind swirled as she felt both of their bodies touching her. Every expanse of her skin was covered. With every thrust of Connors cock, she knew this was the way things were meant to be. She could admit it in her mind, and it was a start.

Tingling erupted over her body the same time tightening collected in her stomach. She felt like she was in a state of pure heaven. Channing’s pre-cum coated her fingers. The thickness continued to get heavier and harder with every stroke she completed.

With a hard plunge, Connor pushed to new depths inside of her. Melissa screamed as an orgasm blindsided her. Her fingers clutched to Channing’s back as slight pain erupted in her neck and shoulder at the same time. Electrical currents shot through her body, making the tingling intensify.

Slowly, her world spun, but the sensation didn’t make her queasy or sick. Something was different. She knew Channing was biting her again, and she was thinking so was Connor, from the stinging in her shoulder. They had said it was time. Time for what? Things weren’t quite getting through to her brain.

As her pussy gripped around Connor, she felt warmth shoot inside of her and across her stomach. Millions of thoughts exploded through her mind. Lights flashed before her eyes, and suddenly, everything went black.

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Melissa awoke in a tangle of limbs. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one who had passed out. Pushing Channing’s weight off half of her body, she climbed out of the bed. Damn, she needed a shower. Aching raced over her body as she walked down the hall. Catching the clock on the cable box, Melissa nearly fell over her feet.

Searching her mind, she tried to recall when she’d arrived home from Sarah’s. Around 9:30 in the morning, she believed. It wasn’t past ten, that was for damn sure. How in the hell was it eight? Walking to the window, Melissa jumped back. It was dark! How in the hell did they sleep that late?

Confused, she headed to the restroom and started the shower. Going over the events, she could feel her cheeks heat. She couldn’t believe she had actually done that. Sure, it felt right, but she wasn’t so sure they should do it again. For one, Connor hadn’t worn protection. She could kick herself. Never once could she remember going without it. How had she been so far gone that she hadn’t even thought about the most important decision of her life?