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  He lifted her with all of the gentleness within him and carried her to the bed. Placing her on the bed, Mitch stood back for a minute to gather his control that had begun to slip away to oblivion. He was finding it difficult to control his beast. The tiger wanted to fuck its mate, to claim her as his.

  Mitch wasn’t sure how wild tigers mated, but the similarities stopped at appearance as far as he knew. The shifters had different blood, different thought patterns and different values. He refused to let the animal part of him take control and ruin this beautiful woman before him.

  Fisting his hands, Mitch closed his eyes. His entire body shook with the need to make this woman his, but he refused to touch her until he had the raging beast within him under control.

  Mitch wanted this first time with her to be idyllic. Years from now, he wanted her to look back at this night with fondness then look at him and smile. He was determined to take his time with her, to find every one of her erogenous zones and exploit them mercilessly.

  “Are you frightened?” he asked when their gazes met.

  Melody shook her head and smiled. “I can see that you’re holding back. If I was frightened before, I’m not now.”

  “I think I am.” He scrubbed his face with his hands then ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you, that you’ll look back on this night and hate me for it.”

  She looked up at him, her large blue eyes so filled with trust that a lump formed in his throat. He didn’t deserve her. Neither he nor Wyatt deserved a hair on this woman’s head, yet here she was, an innocent lying on this bed waiting for him to claim her and make her irrevocably his.

  Suddenly, he needed to taste her again. His stomach clenched at the thought of his lips pressed tightly against hers. Kneeling on the bed, he leaned down, palmed the back of her head and pressed his lips against hers.

  When she opened for him, his very being seemed to unite with hers as their mouths merged and their tongues danced together. He loved her scent. The smell of her soap, her perfume and the musky scent of her desire combined to drive him so close to the edge of his sanity he knew he had to make her his or go mad with wanting her.

  Slowly, Mitch lowered himself to the bed. He needed to feel the warmth of her body against him. He wanted to know that she burned with the heat as surely as he burned with it. He needed to know she was his, that she felt desire, pleasure when he touched her, but most of all, he wanted to hear her scream out his name as he made her come.

  The depth of feeling behind every one of his wants and desires surprised him, but what surprised him the most was the depth of feeling he had for the woman in his arms.

  Even as he realized the depth of his growing emotions, their kiss grew deeper, hotter. His hands moved over her body, igniting a passion within her he didn’t think possible from one so inexperienced.

  His cock throbbed, begging for release. Rising a bit, Mitch stared down into her blue eyes that stared back, so filled with trust it made his heart ache. How could one turn away from such a woman and why would anyone even think of doing so? That he and Wyatt had refused to meet her for so long was the single most idiotic thing that either of them had ever done.

  Reaching down, he cupped the downy auburn hair at the juncture of her thighs. He wanted to give her an orgasm. He knew how difficult it would be, that she had no idea what to expect, but he wanted to see her come apart in his arms before he sated himself in the heaven that was her body.

  Chapter Eight

  Melody bit her lip when Mitch took her nipple into his mouth and suckled hard. She gasped at the feeling of the rasp of his tongue against her nipple and his teeth nibbling gently on the sensitive flesh.

  Her body writhed on the bed when his hand delved between her legs, his fingers gently separating her labia, and circling her clit. He was in her thoughts. He could feel it as the fire raged within her, burning deep as he continued to play her body at least as well as she played her violin, perhaps even better. The incredible feelings he invoked were so new to her.

  A strange heat began at her toes and became more intense as he continued to stroke her nether parts and stoke the ever-increasing fire growing within her. The strange heat continued to build inside her as his talented fingers brought her closer to the edge.

  This was what she wanted, what she dreamed of having with him, with Wyatt, when she thought of these men throughout the years. She wanted this, needed this with a passion that she had never known before today. Finally, when Mitch brought her to the pinnacle, her entire body stiffened. Melody arched her back as the world exploded into millions of brilliant shards of light and she screamed Mitch’s name.

  It was then that Mitch moved between her legs. His body, covered in a light sheen of perspiration, trembled above her as he obviously found it difficult to hold himself in check. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.” He leaned down to lap at her nipple, suckling it into his mouth for a moment before he released it to harden in the cool air. He positioned himself above her, rubbing the head of his cock against her vagina. “I can’t do this without hurting you.”

  Reaching up, Melody smoothed his frown with her fingers. “I know. It’s not something that can be helped.” She smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged him down for another kiss.

  The press of her soft body against his nearly drove him mad. He ached for her. It felt as though his entire body went up in flames every time he looked at her. Every cell reached for her, screamed for him to touch her silky soft skin. He wanted nothing more than to claim her, possess her in every way possible.

  Raising himself on his elbows, he stared down at her, struck by her innate beauty. Even the way she walked, talked, played her violin, hell, the way she breathed was sexy.

  She scared him as no other person in the world could have. He was afraid he would hurt her, no matter how unintentionally and that terrified him. Reaching down with his right arm, he lifted her leg, running his hand over her smooth thigh. Cupping the full globe of her ass, he leaned down to suckle the pert tip of her left breast into his mouth.

  Closing his eyes, he moved forward, slowly sinking his shaft into her tight sheath. What was it about her that made her so special, so right for them? Whatever it was, he knew he had to concentrate on something other than her shapely calves and hourglass figure that was voluptuous enough to drive any man wild.

  Pressing forward, he sank himself another inch deeper before pulling out to ease back in. Gods she was tight, so tight he began to wonder if this night would kill him. Could a woman strangle a man by gripping his cock too tight?

  Inhaling deeply, he took in her unique and delicious scent. Just being near her hardened his body to the point of pain. If he didn’t seat himself within her soon, he may die of blood loss, since all of it seemed congregated at his groin.

  One last thrust and he broke through her virgin’s barrier and sank deep inside her. His brow covered in sweat, he lowered his head to hers and chuckled.

  “I love how tight you are, but I never want to do that again. One virgin in my lifetime is enough.” He kissed her, passionately, their tongues tangling together urgently before he raised his head.

  Looking down at her, Mitch asked, “Are you all right?”

  “Yes.” She nodded her cheeks growing a pretty pink. “I feel very full.”

  “Not as full as you’ll feel the night we all mate together.” He grinned at her deepening blush, pressed quick kiss to her lips and pulled from her grasping body to thrust back in.

  Melody gasped when the head of his cock hit her cervix. “That…that feels incredible!”

  Mitch leaned down, his tongue caressing her bottom lip, the line of her jaw, moving down to her delicate and slender neck. For the first time he realized that now he was vulnerable. Now someone had the power to hurt him and Wyatt. Through Melody, this little slip of a human barely through the cusp of womanhood, someone could make their lives a living hell. And that someone had been lurking in the wings, watching the conc
ert and waiting for his moment to attempt to do his angel harm.

  Again he thrust deep, hoping to take Melody to a place she’d never been, trying to stamp out the demons riding him as he thought of the stalker who wanted to kill his mate.

  Over and over Mitch thrust inside her. The bed shook, her body rippled around his as she neared her climax. Her tight sheath rippled around him as he continued to pound inside her, a part of him knowing that this kind of sex was too rough for her first time.

  Nothing would stop his beast from taking over. It reveled in its mate’s body, wanting to imprint itself on her so that he would always know where she was and who she was with. Nothing could do that but a proper mating, but the tiger didn’t care. It wanted its mate and she lay beneath him mewling her pleasure as it continued to sate itself within her body.

  Melody, with an instinct far more advanced than he would have expected from a human, wrapped her long legs around his waist, drawing him deeper into her tight channel. Her sheath gripped and milked him as he continued to fuck himself deep inside her. It wasn’t long before she came apart in his arms and he felt the stirrings of his own climax.

  The wet-velvet walls of her channel clamped down on him as she screamed his name once again and Mitch finally gave in to the pleasure, the rapture only his mate could provide.

  Afterward, Mitch rolled to the side and pulled her into his embrace. One thing was certain. No one would harm this woman and live. Melody Madison was under his protection and he and Wyatt always took care of their own.

  He smiled down at her as something squeezed his heart. This woman had more power than she knew, for he and Wyatt would die for her, and together they were formidable enemies indeed.

  Chapter Nine

  Melody woke to the familiar scent of coffee. Rolling over, she stretched languidly and reached for the pillow Mitch had used the night before.

  After a minute of pure laziness, Melody crawled from the bed and headed to the bathroom. She had to pee and she needed a shower, in that order. Afterwards, she’d go out and hunt down that coffee.

  The bathroom was an exercise in decadence. Melody had never seen one so big before. It was the size of her bedroom in her own apartment. She blushed as she thought of the money these two men had. Would they ever believe she was with them because she wanted them, or would they think she was just after their money?

  Reaching into the shower, she turned on the water and used the facilities while she waited for the water to get warm. When she climbed into the multi-head shower, she closed her eyes and held herself under the warm spray, letting the hot water ease the aches from her muscles. She never once thought that real sex would make her ache in places she’d never even known she had before.

  Washing herself slowly, Melody took her time beneath the soothing hot spray as she stretched the kinks from her body. When the water finally went cold, Melody turned off the taps and grabbed the towel hanging on the outside of the door. She quickly dried herself off, grabbed the large bathrobe she found hanging on the bathroom door and slipped it on. It was time for coffee.

  “There you are.” Carmen grinned as Melody strolled into the kitchen wearing nothing but a man’s robe.

  Whose robe it was she had no idea. Still, wearing it felt decadent and just a little bit naughty. “You had to know I’d smell the ambrosia.”

  “Only you would call water sifted over ground-up burnt beans ambrosia. I call it mud.” Carmen raised her glass of chocolate milk in a mock toast. “Breakfast is ready, too, if you like toaster waffles.”

  Melody moved to the coffeepot, grabbed a cup out of the glass-front cabinet above it and poured herself a cup. “Where’s the creamer?” She looked around. “Please tell me they have creamer.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’ll drink it black if I must, but you know I won’t like it.” Melody sniffed her cup. She really wouldn’t like it. Apparently, Mitch or Wyatt liked it strong.

  “There’s creamer in the fridge.” Carmen waved toward a large, stainless-steel monstrosity. “Mitch and I bought it specifically for you.” She grinned. “I hope you don’t mind, but I told them all of your favorites.”

  “Awesome.” Melody moved to the refrigerator and grabbed the creamer off the top shelf. It wasn’t hard to find, the huge stainless steel box was almost empty. “Don’t they ever eat at home?”

  Carmen shrugged. “Why should they when they can have someone else make their dinner and clean up the mess?”

  “Hmm…” Melody liked to eat out as much as the next person, but there was something to be said for home cooked meals once in a while. Besides, they could probably hire a housekeeper-slash-cook for what they spent eating out.

  “So…” Carmen sounded a little off so Melody turned to look at her to see what was wrong. “Do I call you Aunt Melody now? Because if that’s what you want, it’s going to be awful weird. I never thought of that before when I was practically throwing my uncles at you, but now it just seems strange.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous, Carmen.” Melody felt her face heat. Sure, Carmen wasn’t here when she and Mitch did the nasty, but it wasn’t hard to figure out they’d done it, especially since her uncle stayed in the room with her all night.

  That thought made her wonder where Wyatt spent the night and she frowned. Melody knew she had no right to be jealous because she had spent the night with Mitch, but she found out the hard way that an incarnation of the green monster did live inside her after all.

  “Where’s Wyatt?” Melody couldn’t stop herself, she just had to ask. She took a large gulp of her coffee complete with creamer just to prove to anyone watching that she wasn’t jealous.

  “He’s out swimming laps.” Carmen grinned as Melody downed the rest of her coffee in record time. “Mitch and I are going to go to our apartment and pick up our clothes. He wants you to stay here with Wyatt so your stalker can’t get a gander at you.”

  “I can’t stay here.” Melody felt the blood rush from her face as she felt panic well up inside her. “My violin! Where’s my violin? Oh, my God! I didn’t even think about it last night.” She dashed toward the bedroom intent on getting dressed in her evening gown to go in search of her precious instrument.

  “Holy cow, Melly,” Carmen said from behind her. “Do you think I would just let them carry you from the auditorium without your violin?” She moved to the closet next to the front door. “Here it is.” She opened the door, reached in and pulled out Melody’s violin case. “It fell on the ground, but I didn’t check it. We were more worried about you. Then I forgot.”

  Carmen’s forgetfulness was understandable. She didn’t have an almost three-hundred year-old Strad to worry about. Taking the case, Melody knelt and opened it.

  “Thank goodness it’s all right.” She closed the case and stood. Storing the instrument back in the closet, Melody hugged Carmen. “Thanks for looking out for it for me.”

  “I knew losing it would kill you. Besides, what are best friends for?”

  “We’re still best friends?” Melody felt a lump form in her throat. She wasn’t sure what to think or do. With Carmen’s uncles liking her and all, she wasn’t sure what Carmen’s reaction would be.

  “Of course we are, you noob!” Carmen dragged her out to the swimming pool where Melody watched Wyatt swim a few laps before she remembered to close her mouth. “I don’t believe they have a swimming pool up here.”

  Carmen shrugged. “It’s no different than other buildings having their pools on their roof. This is a penthouse, you know. “Besides, it’s just a lap pool. It’s not like it’s Olympic sized or anything.”

  “Stop reminding me about the cool stuff they have. The last thing I need to be thinking about is the fact that your uncles are filthy rich.”

  “And you have a Strad. What does that make you? I know you know exactly how much that instrument is worth. Don’t even try to deny it.”

  Carmen was right, but Melody never looked at it that way. It wouldn’t make her rich, because she would never sell it. It was too
much a part of her to even think about selling it. Instead, her Strad cost her money every day to keep the insurance up on it and the insurance wasn’t cheap.

  “Are you ready to go, Carmen?” Mitch asked from the doorway.

  Melody turned, her face heating in a blush when he winked at her.

  “Good morning, sweetheart.” He trotted over to give her a kiss. “Carmen and I are going to go to the store for more groceries after we stop by your apartment to get you some things. Is there anything in particular you’d like us to pick up?”

  “Um…Melody felt her face heat even more as Carmen grinned and headed back inside. “I know it’s kind of late to worry about it now, but maybe some condoms?”

  “Darlin’, if you’re worried about disease, our kind can’t carry STDs. If you’re worried about a baby, don’t you want to have a baby?” He rested his hand on her slightly rounded stomach. “I can’t wait to see you carrying our child. I want to be able to rest my hand right here and feel it kick.”

  “Don’t you mean feel him kick? Don’t all men want sons?”

  He shook his head. “No, sweetheart. I want a load of healthy, happy babies and I couldn’t care less what sex they are. I just want to have fun making them with you.”

  “Hey. I should be in there somewhere,” Wyatt called from the pool.”

  “You will be in there somewhere along with a few of your cubs as well.” Mitch gave her a quick kiss and headed for the door. “We should be back in a few hours. Have fun, you two.”

  Melody turned to Wyatt who grinned at her. “Why don’t you drop the robe and dive into the pool?”

  “I’m not wearing anything.” She looked around at the other buildings. “I know that we’re on a roof here and no one from this building can see, but what about all the others?”