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  Wyatt shrugged. “What about them?” He got out of the pool, pressed a button on a console on the wall and a privacy screen closed around the outer edge of the terrace and an awning spread over the pool.

  “Wow.”

  He laughed. “Carmen says it’s awesome, dude!”

  “I don’t think I have ever used the word dude in a sentence in my life.”

  She stared at him. Her eyes couldn’t seem to take enough of him in. He stood there, wearing nothing but a scandalous thong and water droplets. Melody felt her mouth go dry and her womb clench. She shivered when he smiled at her and held out his hand. Her nipples pebbled beneath the robe. The rough terry cloth material rubbed against the sensitive nubs sending darts of pure, aching pleasure straight to every one of her erogenous zones.

  Heat pooled low when he took her hand, lifted it to his lips and kissed the inside of her wrist. She stood still beneath his scrutiny and could do nothing more than tremble. Melody could think of nothing beyond what lay ahead between them. She knew this was their time. Today he would make her his, theirs, whatever. After what happened here and now, there was only one thing left to do and that was mate with them both at the same time. She swallowed thickly, wondering how they would prepare her for the ritual mating. It was most likely a thought better left for later, but glutton for punishment that she was, she couldn’t convince her mind to forget about it.

  “Take off the robe.”

  Melody shook her head. “Not out here.” She looked around. Sure they were behind a privacy screen now, but that didn’t make them totally sheltered. The last thing she wanted was to end up on some internet porn site. She could see it now. She would be the star of The Naughty Violinist or something equally raunchy sounding. No thank you.

  “Take. It. Off.” He sounded serious and kind of like the doms she’d read about in the erotic e-books she loved to read.

  Melody raised her chin, pushed the robe off her shoulders and ran for the bedroom. If he wanted to make love with her, he could darn well do it inside.

  She’d made it all the way to the bedroom door when he stopped her. “So you want to play, do you?” He chuckled. “Get on your knees.”

  Melody turned and glared at him. She would do what he told her to do, but it didn’t mean she would let him tell her to jump then ask how high. She stuck her chin in the air and looked down her nose at him. It was a look she’d had lots of practice at, though it was a bit more difficult because he was so much taller than she was. Still, it had worked on tall guys before. The rich kids never screwed around with other rich kids. She’d learned how to act like one of them when she was fourteen.

  Slowly, so he knew she did it because she wanted to, not because he told her to, Melody sank to her knees on the thick carpet.

  Wyatt’s hand changed partially into a paw. With a long claw, he cut his thong, pulled it off and threw it to the floor. “Now,” he said as he stared down at her, his cock in his hand. “Suck this.” He pushed his cock toward her face.

  Melody settled back on her heels and looked up at him, her brow raised as though to say, Make me.

  “Don’t screw with me right now, Melody. I’m hanging on to my control by a thread.” He paused to take a deep breath. “There’s something you should know about Mitch and me.” He reached down to gently grasp her by the chin. “We’re both alpha. Very alpha and when we tell someone to do something, we expect it done now.”

  Reaching up, Melody grasped his sac and gently rolled it in her hand. She wanted to do this, but she’d be darned if she would let him know that. He was just too stinking bossy for his own good. It was time someone taught him that he wouldn’t always get his way just because he wanted it.

  Chapter Ten

  Wyatt threw his head back and groaned. Yesterday, if someone would have told him that just the touch of a woman’s warm fingers on his balls would have him groaning his pleasure, he would have laughed his ass off.

  Hell, if just her hand on his nuts felt this good what would it be like when—Holy shit! He fisted his hands at his sides and locked his knees before his damned fool legs gave out when she fisted her hand around the base of his shaft. The little minx had no idea what she was doing, but it felt great. He couldn’t wait to feel those full, ripe lips wrap around his cock. He might just expire on the spot, leaving her a widow before they were even wed.

  With a smile and a sly look filled with wicked amusement, Melody leaned forward and ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. The little minx. It was all Wyatt could do to keep his knees from buckling when she placed an opened mouth kiss on the head of his cock and slid her tongue into the small slit. Pre cum dribbled from the tip and she leaned into him, licking it up like candy. She wasn’t submissive in the least and let him know it, yet she seemed to enjoy doing what he told her to do anyway…on her own terms. Knowing that could make any man want more of her.

  “Mmm…I’ve never tasted anything like this before.” Releasing him, she reached around and grasped his ass. His cock, heavy with need, bobbed in front of her face as she looked up at him and smiled. Wyatt got the feeling that she knew exactly what she was doing, even though she’d been a virgin, just the night before. She squeezed his thighs and ran her nails lightly up and down his legs. Hell, he sucked in a deep breath, for one so lacking in experience, she knew just what to do to drive him wild.

  Just the thought that this beautiful woman was down on her knees in front of him ready to suck his cock was enough to get him off and if she didn’t do something soon, he’d prove it and embarrass himself.

  When Melody slowly licked her lips, another drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip, garnering another sly smile. Somehow, he managed to keep control and just stand there, his hands fisted at his thighs while his mate treated his shaft like an all-day sucker. Heat flared in his mind, his body, making his stomach clench with need. If he didn’t get her mated soon, she would drive him over the edge to madness and he could hurt her.

  Slowly, Wyatt pulled his cock from her mouth and knelt in front of her. “I have to mate you before I lose my mind.” Ruthlessly, he slanted his lips over hers, plundering her mouth as his hands skimmed over her sensitive flesh. Gooseflesh covered her skin and he smiled with male pride. It was heady to know that he could cause such a reaction just by skimming his fingers over her silky skin.

  This was what he wanted. This reaction, this knowing that she wanted him so much her breath came in short pants and her eyes were filled with longing when she looked at him. Wyatt wanted to give this woman all the pleasure in the world. Somehow, in the few scant hours since they truly met, she had managed to wiggle her way inside his heart. As impossible as it seemed he already felt more for this woman than anyone else in the world, even Carmen and Mitch and Gods knew he loved them both.

  His chest ached when he looked at her. His stomach clenched when he thought of burying his cock deep into her woman’s flesh, but mostly, he wanted something from her he never cared to have from another woman. He wanted her respect and her love. He had no idea what he would do without it.

  Standing, Wyatt reached down and helped her to her feet. “Perhaps you were right, little one. What we’re about to do is something best done in private away from the possibility of prying eyes.” The thought that someone could see them, watch them as they made love made his tiger snarl. Before, with other women, he never cared who watched, but Wyatt found he was very possessive with his mate.

  Bending, he wrapped his arms about her and swung her up in his arms. He had every intention of making this first time together as perfect for her as he could. Wyatt carried his precious burden into the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. More than anything he wanted to take up where they left off with his cock in her mouth, telling her he wanted her to suck him dry, but this was not the time. As much as his animal needed to have her submission, the human part of him needed to make this time as pleasurable and full of beauty as he could.

  Wyatt stared down at the miracle smiling up at him
from the bed. She raised her arm, beckoning him closer. Again, she licked those full, ripe lips and he felt his cock buck in response. This was what he and Mitch had waited for all these years. This woman, so full of sensual promise who smiled up at him with trust-filled eyes was the reason they always did what they felt was right, even helping the rightful heir to the mantle of leadership in Paradise was a part of it. Without Adam Greer’s leadership, they may never have known that triad mating was the true way of their people. Without that knowledge, they never would have been able to go home to stay. Knowing they needed to mate the same woman, they knew theirs would have been considered aberrant behavior amidst the old council.

  The bed dipped as he lowered himself to kiss the curve of her neck. Melody’s eyes went dark, slumberous, her eyes glazing over with passion as he dipped his fingers into her moist heat and lowered his head to alternately suckle her already hard nipples.

  His fingers circled her clit, wringing a gasp from her slender throat as he pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves. Unable to wait to taste her new arousal, Wyatt removed his hand from between her creamy thighs, brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the sweet cream of her arousal from them. “Delicious,’ he whispered as he moved between her legs and lowered his head.

  Cream, thick and sweet filled his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue. Melody, mindless with her pleasure, reached down and thrust her fingers into his hair. Fisting her hands, she pulled him closer as her silky thighs reflexively tightened around his head.

  Wyatt fought the urge to smile. He was afraid she would feel it and think he was laughing at her. Nothing could have been further from the truth. He smiled because her actions told him that they were right for each other, that she was his true mate—their true mate. It wasn’t long before Melody’s body stiffened and her legs clamped even tighter around his head. Wyatt knew she was close, very close to climax. How had he and Mitch managed to get so lucky as to get such a sensual and responsive woman to complete their triad bond?

  Now that he knew she was close, Wyatt drew her slick cream from her channel and tunneled first one, then two fingers into her ass. It was time she learned exactly what would happen when they completed their ritual. When she began to moan and ride his invading fingers harder and faster, Wyatt inserted one more. He needed to stretch her as much as possible before deflowering her tight ass. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt this precious angel. Lifting his head, he looked up over her flat stomach and between her full breasts to see her beautiful face.

  “Come for me, Melody. Show me how good this feels.” He didn’t mean to make it an order, but that was the way it came out, his voice deep, demanding.

  Chapter Ten

  Melody moaned at Wyatt’s order. She knew he wanted her to come. She wanted to come, but she refused to follow his command. If she did what he said now, he may expect her to continue to do so in the future. She had to hold on at least a little while longer. Still, it was difficult with his tongue lashing her clit as he sucked it, his fingers buried deep in her ass as he continued to scissor them back and forth, stretching her beyond belief.

  Though she tried to keep herself from following his order, it wasn’t long before Melody came with the force of a hurricane. A scream bubbled from her lips as Wyatt continued to suck her clit, his tongue laving the little bundle of nerves, driving her wild.

  Behind her eyelids, the world exploded into a million tiny fragments of light. Nothing felt like this. Nothing ever compared to the carnal delights Mitch, and now Wyatt, had introduced her to in the last twenty-four hours.

  Her body stiffened, convulsed as she came. Ripples of delight flowed over her body as he continued his sensual assault on her senses, her every nerve ending, sending her into yet another orgasm.

  Melody felt her body stiffen, her back arch and her legs clamp around Wyatt’s head yet again. Throwing her head back, she screamed, certain she had truly died and gone to heaven. Nothing ever felt so good before and she despaired that it would never feel so good ever again.

  Her body went limp when Wyatt finally gave her clit one last lick. Her body shuddered with aftershocks as he moved up to press his lips to hers. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and Melody tasted her own arousal on his lips.

  Wyatt moved to her side. “Roll over, angel. It’s time to begin your preparation for the ritual mating.”

  “Will it hurt?”

  “I’ll do my best to see that it doesn’t, but it’s bound to hurt a bit.” He rubbed her rear and squeezed, his expression almost apologetic. Rolling over, he opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of massage oil. “This will help, but you’ll have to trust me. Now get on your knees, but keep your shoulders on the bed.”

  Biting her lip, Melody stared at the little bottle for a moment before she nodded, rolled over and lifted her rear into the air. She wanted to trust him. She needed to trust him. For years she had wanted this man, staring at his photo on Carmen’s nightstand and dreaming of this while she read her romance novels. Every hero was Mitch or Wyatt, sometimes both.

  Many times she wanted to experiment, to know what it felt like to love, to be loved, but sex for sex sake wasn’t love and anything less would have made her feel cheap.

  Wyatt warmed the oil between his hands for a minute before he removed the lid and poured it over her, the warm oil sliding sinuously between her cheeks. Again, he worked his fingers inside her, brushing her clit with his thumb as he stretched her back hole and readied her for his cock.

  Melody awaited his decision to fill her with both anticipation and trepidation. She knew his cock was bigger than his fingers. She wasn’t blind. It wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small by any standards either.

  Deciding to give herself over into his hands, Melody stopped thinking about it. She vowed she wouldn’t think about anything but the way it felt, and with luck, it would feel wonderful.

  With her rump in the air and her shoulders on the bed, her nipples scraped across the sheets with every thrust of Wyatt’s fingers. Add the sensation of Wyatt’s fingers in her back hole, his thumb stroking her clit and it didn’t take long for her to push back against him, wanting more, needing more.

  Melody tensed for a bit when Wyatt moved between her thighs. His cock pressed at her rear opening, found resistance, but he still pushed forward. It burned for a moment. Afterward, she got an overwhelming feeling of fullness as he continued to push his way inside her. Thank goodness for the oil, or she never would have been able to withstand it.

  “Relax, angel.” Wyatt leaned down to press a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Try not to stiffen up. I’ll move as slowly and gently as I can. If the pain gets to be too much, let me know and I’ll stop.” He continued to press his cock into her well-oiled back hole and entered her with slow, precise movements.

  She was about to tell him to stop, that the burning sensation was too much when Wyatt reached around her and slid his fingers through her wet folds to encircle her swollen clit. With the distraction of his talented fingers, he managed to settle deep inside her before she could even think to whisper a protest.

  His sac swung forward, resting against her nether lips as his hips pressed snugly against her rear. She wondered a bit at the near absence of pain just for a moment, until he pulled out and eased his way back inside her.

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Wyatt pressed a kiss against her spine. His experienced fingers slid through her slick folds, driving her closer and closer to anther orgasm. Again he pulled out to slowly drive his shaft back inside her.

  Melody shook her head. “No. It burned for just a bit, but it doesn’t anymore. You’ve made doubly sure that this wouldn’t be too uncomfortable for me.” She smiled. “In fact, it’s starting to feel good now.” She could feel him trembling behind her as he held himself in tight rein. His gentleness touched her, brought tears to her eyes. Melody felt so cherished, so precious. No one had ever treated her so carefully. Wyatt’s fingers slid repeatedly over her s
wollen clit as he continued to slowly thrust his cock into her.

  His precise ministrations brought her closer and closer to another orgasm. Soon, Melody rose up on her elbows. She pushed her rear back against Wyatt as he drove into her over and over. Somehow, she had to make him release his hold on his control. She needed him to drive into her with abandon, to know that she made him lose control just as surely as she lost hers.

  “Please,” she begged as she continued to push backward, nearly mindless. “I’m not fragile, Wyatt. Please.” She pushed herself back into him as she reached down between her legs to fondle his sac.

  “Shit, baby.” His voice came out a near growl.

  “Yes,” Melody said with a moan as he finally lost his control, leaned down and bit her shoulder as he drove into her.

  At some point, Melody became aware that he had truly lost control when she heard the low growl behind her. His tongue was like sandpaper as it rasped over her skin in a rough caress.

  She was almost afraid to turn and look behind her. Making love with a man who could shift into an animal was one thing, but being mounted by his animal was something totally different. Still, she gathered the courage to turn and look. She had to know.

  Wyatt stared down at her with his blue eyes looking strange. She sighed with relief to see that it was still Wyatt behind her and that he hadn’t lost control to his cat, though it sounded as though things had gotten a bit sketchy for a minute.

  He thrust forward one last time with a low growl that must have come from deep in his chest. Slowly, he pulled his flaccid shaft from her back hole and took a deep breath. “Stay just like this for a minute, I’ll be right back.”

  Melody was too tired to argue, she let her legs go limp, her weight taking her down until her butt rested on her heels. As tired as she was she could probably sleep like this.

  At the touch of a warm cloth against her rear, Melody’s eyes flew open and she stiffened with mortification.