She gasped and her hips jerked against his hand. “Before I came here, I hadn’t even kissed a male,” she told him, her eyes closed as they moved together.
But Trent froze. “You’ve kissed someone here? Who?” he demanded.
Melody’s eyes flew open, her body tensing beneath him. “Oh, well, I didn’t mean to. I mean, he kissed me, it was just … it was nice.”
Something inside him fractured.
“Who?” he growled again.
“Dean,” she said in a whisper, and then more hesitantly, “Justin.”
Oh. Well. That was different. He hadn’t realised she was including them. Trent relaxed, moving his hand against her suddenly, making her gasp again. He’d never get tired of that sound, but one day, he wanted to hear it when he was inside of her.
In return, her own hand resumed moving, driving him wilder.
“Dean and Justin are exempt,” he told her. “All of the Apex are. You’re destined for them, I can feel it. I cannot and will not stand in the way of that.”
“All of …?” Melody’s eyes were huge, her breath coming faster, and somehow he knew it wasn’t from what his hand was doing.
Moving instinctually, he crashed his mouth into hers, distracting her with his tongue, as his fingers slid inside the waistband of her underwear and slipped through her folds.
“Mmmph,” she moaned against his lips, but she wasn’t pushing him away. No, her other hand was now gripping his shoulder, pulling him even further down onto her so that she was half crushed beneath his weight.
He kissed across her jaw to her ear. “One day,” he said, “I’m going to do this with my tongue.”
“Ooh!” she panted, making that sound again.
Trent’s cock throbbed, his balls beginning to tighten. He wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
His fox was urging him to shift his hand into claws and rip the clothing from her, then devour her breasts as he plundered her depths, bringing them both to completion while he left his mark on her flesh, bonding them together forever.
Her hand moved erratically, alternately stroking and squeezing with no discernable rhythm. It didn’t matter, he was so close that he would come regardless. He dipped a finger between her folds, drawing her slick heat forth and circling her bud.
“I’m going to do that, while one of your other mates sinks inside you from behind. Your pretty white thighs draped over his strong ones, spreading you wide for us as we all watch. I’ll be the envy of everyone there, tasting your pleasure as I devour your core.”
Melody moaned, and writhed beneath him. She liked him talking like this. It was good to know, he’d make sure to do it more often.
Flick, flick, flick.
His fingers moved back and forth, gently circling her opening before circling her bud, her hips writhing beneath his touch.
“Tell me, sweetpea; have you ever done this to yourself? Ever brought yourself to completion?” he asked, licking the shell of her ear.
Melody’s breath came so fast that he almost missed her answer.
“No, I’ve never … this is … oh Goddess, what’s happening to me?”
Trent moved faster, both his hips and his hands. She was close, he could feel it through the bond. Just as he knew Dean and Asher could too. He could feel their jealousy, Asher’s anger and Dean’s desire. Would she like that, or would it turn her off?
“Goddess, if only the others could see you right now,” he whispered, watching for her reaction.
Melody’s eyes flew wide open again. “What?”
His fingers moved faster, making her melt again.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Melody. Relaxed, free, radiant. If I had my way, you would spend all your days this happy. The way you look now, I know every one of them would want to see it.”
“What..?” she panted.
“We’re shifters, Melody. The walls and doors are not enough to guarantee your privacy here, pretty one. Even without that, there’s the bond. Believe me, they both know what we’re doing. They want to be here with us.”
Melody flushed and tensed and he cursed himself. That wasn’t what he was hoping for, he’d forgotten where she’d come from. Inside his head, his fox snarled at him for upsetting her. He needed her to relax again, so Trent pushed a little firmer, starting to grind against her slick folds.
She bucked, crying out. She hadn’t reached her climax yet, but he knew she was as close as he was.
He could hear them both, furtive movements as they pleasured themselves, unable to resist. Melody, at least, would hear the beasts.
“They want to come in?” she gasped.
“You have three bonded shifters now, Melody. All of us want to share this with you, to bring you joy, to make you happy, to fulfil your every desire. But that also means doing things in your time at your pace. We’ll never push you for more than you’re comfortable with. It’s okay, sweetheart. I know this is all new for you, but shifter society is very different. This is normal for us, just relax and enjoy it. That’s all any of us want for you.”
He wished the others could see this, to know how innocent she was. It was one thing to hear it whispered from the next room, it was another to look and know it. She was so overwhelmed, so open, so carefree. They needed to see it, because he had a feeling that Melody wouldn’t be open to intimacy again for quite some time. She was still reeling from her third bond, and from everything that happened with her aunt.
“Oh!” Melody writhed as he slowed his hand again, making the movement more gentle, bringing her back from the edge slowly so that she could think. He gave her a moment or two, but she made no indication of wanting more of them, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
Trent leaned forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth, the fabric of her sleep shirt coming with it. She cried out, so he suckled a little harder, her
