Melonee Bracs Mistletoe Madness 30 (8 page)

Adam’s cock was so sensitive it was almost unbearable. He knew he should be finding a way out of this place, not having sex with Melonee. But as much as his mind told him to escape, his body seemed drawn to her like a moth to a flame. There was something about both of them that had Adam spreading her legs as his fingers caressed her silky thighs. He wasn’t sure what that feeling was, but he wasn’t going to deny the pleasure he found in being near both of them. The thought made his cock hard and heavy as his fingers played at the entrance to her pussy and then he grabbed his painfully hard cock and pressed the head to her wet entrance.

Ruttford gave a long moan, his face contorted in pure ecstasy as Adam lifted Melonee’s hips and thrust forward.
He froze in terrible realization as her legs locked into place and her body shook. She was a damn virgin! What had he just done? Why would she give herself to a stranger like this? Adam felt the guilt begin to build inside of him. He knew he couldn’t take her like she didn’t matter, like this was just a bout of sex.
Spanning his hand over her belly, Adam took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as his muscles felt like they were at their breaking point. But he wasn’t going to move until her body relaxed.
“Come here.” Ruttford snagged the back of Adam’s neck, pulling him over for a kiss. But it wasn’t a simple kiss. Ruttford’s tongue delved into Adam’s mouth, taking possession. It almost felt as if Ruttford was branding him with his claim. Adam’s fingers moved to Melonee’s inner thighs, smoothing the skin as he felt her slowly relaxing.
“Move inside of her,” Ruttford said into Adam’s mouth, “because I’m about to fuck you to within an inch of your life, handsome.” Ruttford took possession of his mouth once more.
Adam’s pulse raced at Ruttford’s promise. He broke the kiss and gazed down at Melonee. Her eyes were closed as she sucked Ruttford’s cock deeper into her mouth. The sight had Adam moving a bit faster, hissing at the tight feel of her pussy around his cock. He’d never had a virgin before and was scared he would hurt her.
Melonee opened her eyes and turned her gaze on him. Adam sucked in a breath as he saw the blue irises filled with sensual heat. Pushing her legs back a little further, Adam glanced down and watched his cock disappear inside of her body, feeling the licks of fire running along his groin as he took her.
Knowing he was the first man to ever have her like this, a protective need seized him, making him want to kill anyone who came near her. It was an insane thought, but that didn’t stop him from feeling that way.
Dropping to one arm, Adam got an up-close view of what Melonee was doing to Ruttford. The sight was erotic as hell. He leaned closer, licking at Ruttford’s shaft when Melonee pulled back some. They were both sampling the man as Adam curled his hips, propelling inside of her tight, wet pussy.
“Goddamn it!” Ruttford said as his hand landed on Adam’s head. “Shit.”
Adam tried to follow Ruttford’s cock when the man pulled away, but the guy had moved too far. “You two are going to be the death of me.”
Adam looked down when Melonee cupped his face and turned his head. “Hi.”
He couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips. “Hey, beautiful.”
“That’s my nickname for her,” Ruttford said as he moved in behind Adam. “But I’ll share it.”
Adam captured Melonee’s lips, their tongues dueling when Adam felt Ruttford’s fingers slide over his ass. It was an automatic reflex when Adam slowed his thrusts, feeling nervous as hell as Ruttford’s finger slid over his hole.
“Relax,” Ruttford said as he leaned forward and kissed both cheeks. “Has anyone ever fucked you before?”
Pulling from Melonee’s lips, Adam shook his head. “I’ve always topped.” Adam groaned when he felt Ruttford’s wet tongue slide over his asshole. Never before had he felt anything so damn good.
“Well, you are about to be claimed, handsome.”
Melonee lifted her legs, wrapping them around Adam’s waist as she gazed up at him. “First for both of us, huh?”
He smiled and kissed her on the lips. “You should have said something.”
“Why?” she asked, looking genuinely puzzled. “You are my mate. You can have me anytime you want me.”
Oh hell.
Adam felt his cock pulsing at her offer. He wasn’t sure what a damn mate was, but hell if he wouldn’t take her up on having sex anytime he wanted with her. He paused with that thought. Adam wasn’t going to stick around. He was here to buy out Brac Village and move on.
Why did that thought make his chest hurt?
Adam didn’t want to examine that feeling right now. It was bizarre as hell, and at the moment all he wanted to do was lose himself in these two. Adam stopped thinking as he felt how tight and hot Melonee felt wrapped around his cock. She tangled her fingers in his hair as her legs shook around him…and then Adam felt Ruttford’s finger enter him. He moaned as Melonee pulled him down and captured his lips. She tightened her legs around him as Adam broke the kiss and took a nipple into his mouth. He was lost in the sensations burning through his body. His cock was buried deep as he pumped hard, while Ruttford used more than one finger to stretch him, ready him.
He couldn’t stand it. He needed Ruttford’s steel shaft to fill him, to fuck him into oblivion—anything but this slow torture that drove him to the brink.
And then the blunt head of Ruttford’s cock was pressed against his opening. Adam stilled, laving at Melonee’s nipple, gently biting it as Ruttford inched his way in. Melonee’s pussy tightened around his cock, bringing him to the brink of the abyss.
“Goddamn, Adam,” Ruttford said with a low groan.
Adam kissed his way back up Melonee’s chest, sucking at her neck when Ruttford started to move. Something inside him shattered. The feeling was something he had never experienced before and Adam knew this wouldn’t be the last time. Not when his body was being set on fire. He groaned low and deep into her ear.
“God, Adam,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck me harder.”
Adam began to move faster, feeling the dual sensation on his cock and in his ass. And then something very strange began to happen. Adam couldn’t understand it. There was no logical explanation.
Tiny, colorful ribbons began to form in front of him. They pulled and twirled from everyone’s chest. Adam glanced behind him to see the shocked look on Ruttford’s face.
“What’s happening?”
“We are binding our souls together,” Ruttford replied as the rainbow of colors stretched and lengthened from Ruttford. All three of their ribbons began to swirl around each other, twining together…and then Adam saw small images, made of wisps of smoke, of all three of them. He reached his hand up to touch, but his hand went right through them. The sight had him mesmerized.
They were the exact images of Adam, Melonee, and Ruttford. They danced around one another, melded together, and then split apart. Melonee’s image broke in half, one part entering Adam as the other entered Ruttford.
The same happened with his and Ruttford’s images. Ruttford’s form became two, one going into Melonee as the other entered him. Ruttford’s green eyes blazed with heat as Adam’s image disappeared into the man’s chest.
It was the strangest thing he had ever seen, but he couldn’t deny the deep bond that instantly filled him for these two. In that moment, Adam knew he couldn’t live without either of them.
He was brought out of his stunned state as Ruttford slammed into him, reminding Adam that he was being thoroughly fucked. He glanced down at Melonee to see her eyes locked intently on him.
Sliding his arm under Melonee’s shoulder, Adam began to move fast and deep inside of her, watching as she became unglued in his arms. Her back arched as Melonee cried out, her pussy flexing and gripping his cock tight as her orgasm swept through her.
“God, you are so beautiful,” Adam whispered as Ruttford matched his pace, Adam’s need reaching a pinnacle. With a flurry of hard and fasts thrusts, Ruttford froze behind him, roaring out his release. Adam wasn’t too far behind. The buildup exploded inside of him, sending him over the edge as he shouted, his seed spurting inside Melonee as his movements became uncoordinated, jerky.
Adam was boneless as Ruttford pulled free, moved from the bed, and headed into the bathroom. Adam pulled his flagging cock from Melonee and then dropped down beside her. He wrapped his arms around her and wondered how he was going to get out of the mess with Kenyon Corporation so he could stay in Brac Village with these two.
Because no matter what his mind was telling him, Adam knew he wasn’t going to clinch the deal in Brac Village or exploit them. Somehow—whatever that was that had just taken place between them and bound them together—Adam knew he couldn’t just walk away.
Ruttford came out of the bathroom, scratching his chin, his expression perplexed. “I just tried to shimmer back into bed, but nothing happened.”
Melonee sat up, glancing at Ruttford with wide eyes. “Maverick must have had the keeper place stronger spells on the house. It seems we are all stuck here now.”
Adam wasn’t sure what a keeper was, but he knew from the way the two were looking that he wasn’t leaving this house anytime soon.

Maverick walked into the precinct, unsure of who he had to talk to in order to kill his mate. Illegal bare-knuckle boxing? Was his mate insane? What on earth had possessed Cecil and the others to go to a boxing match in New York? He had gone to Malcolm Lakeland, asking if his mate, Luke, would shimmer him, Kota, and Ludo here.

The keeper was placing a stronger spell on the house and Micah and Ludo were clearing out Adam’s apartment at this very moment. Maverick knew he needed to stop thinking about that human before he went home and killed the man. It seemed everyone was losing their minds lately.

“Can I help you?” a man dressed in plain clothing asked from his desk, looking as interested as watching a parked car.
“I’m here to bail out Cecil Walters and Blair and Oliver Weston.”
“Hang on,” the man said as he set his cup of coffee down, pushed from his desk, and walked away. Kota and Ludo stood behind him, Luke electing to stay by the door. As he waited, Maverick glanced around to see the place sparsely decorated with Christmas items. It seemed this precinct was as enthusiastic with the holiday cheer as the officer was talking to Maverick.
“I still don’t understand how they ended up here,” Kota muttered. “I could understand closer to home.”
“It seems I need to have a talk with Gunnar about his mate silencing the alarms,” Maverick said. He didn’t keep his mate or any other resident under lock and key. But Nero knew Cecil had a penchant for trouble. It wasn’t even his mate who had called him. It had been Sidney from Zeus’s pack. That alone pissed Maverick off to no end.
He knew Cecil had created a network with the other mates in the other packs and covens, but his mate should have called him.
Maverick gave a low growl when the detective returned with files in his hand instead of Cecil. “Where is Cecil?” he asked.
“He has a bond hearing in the morning,” the human replied. “It seems the ring he was caught with has been under surveillance for some time now. I have a feeling the judge isn’t going to go light on him and his friends.”
Christmas was only a week away and Maverick knew that if Cecil didn’t get free, hell would be paid. He hadn’t spent a Christmas away from his mate since first claiming Cecil, and he wasn’t going to start now. It angered him that he had to walk away empty-handed tonight, but there was nothing he could do until tomorrow morning.
“Can I see him?”
The man raked his eyes up and down Maverick, and he had a feeling the man was judging him by his appearance. Maverick hated when anyone did that. Just because he wore leather didn’t mean he was a bad guy…mostly.
The plain-dressed cop was more apt to allow Kota back there. His beta dressed in charcoal slacks and a cashmere sweater, wearing a long tweed coat. The guy looked more like a businessman than a timber wolf—especially since he had cut all his damn hair off.
“I’ll give you five minutes,” the man finally said.
They followed the cop down to the holding cells. Maverick wanted to rip the bars from in front of his mate and pull him free when he saw the seedy characters around the three mates. Most looked like they would sell out their own mother if given the right price. His fingers itched to teach each of the men what would happen to them if they touched Cecil, Blair, or Oliver.
“Oh, shit,” Cecil murmured as Maverick walked into his mate’s line of sight.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Blair quickly defended. “I swear.”
“Get over here, Cecil,” Maverick commanded as he eyed each and every one of the men in the cell with his mate. He spotted the biggest man and knew he was going to have a talk with the human before Maverick left.
Cecil walked over to the bars, his chin jutted out in stubbornness. Oh, his mate was asking for it. “Do you want to tell me how this happened?”
“I was helping someone,” Cecil replied. “That’s all I can tell you.”
Maverick gaped at his mate. “That’s all you can—you have five seconds to explain to me why you just might be looking at doing time.”
Cecil raised his head, his amethyst eyes locking with Maverick’s. “I can’t tell you, but I wasn’t out causing trouble. It just found me this time.”
The sincerity in Cecil’s eyes made Maverick believe the man, but it still didn’t explain why the three were behind bars. “Your bond hearing is in the morning. I’ll be here for it.”
Maverick waved the large man over. He lowered his voice so only the human could hear him. “How much would it take to ensure my three friends are kept safe until their hearing in the morning?”
The man rubbed his chin, and Maverick heard the plain-clothed cop clearing his throat, telling him his time was just about up. “Find me something that pays better than this bullshit fighting and it’s a deal.”
“You trust me to keep my word?” Maverick asked.
“You trust me?” the man countered.
Maverick pulled out a business card with the rec center’s address on it and handed it to the man. “Come see me when all of this is cleared up, and I’ll make good on our deal.”
The man’s beefy fingers curled around the card as he nodded his head. “Name’s Frisco James.”
“Maverick Brac,” he replied before turning to Cecil. “Stay out of trouble until morning.”
Cecil nodded, but Maverick could see the slight tinge of fear in the man’s eyes. He knew his mate could do overnight in the slammer, but the thought of doing a stretch of time scared them all.
It was going to be his first night away from his mate in over a decade. Whether Cecil was helping someone out or not, Maverick didn’t like the idea of sleeping alone. “Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” Cecil replied as his glanced up at Maverick. “I love you.”
Kota finished talking with Blair and Oliver and joined him at his side as Maverick leaned close to the bars. “I’ll get you out, Cecil, and then I’m going to tan your hide for the next five years for this.” That brought a sparkle to his mate’s eyes. “I love you,” he said before heading out of the police station.