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Chapter 11
Mel absentmindedly picked at the clear nail polish on her thumbnail as she waited for Tara and D to meet her on the rooftop. Something was up and she was tired of waiting for answers. It had been a whole week since the night Tara came to Last Meal looking like someone had died, and Mel still didn't know what the hell was going on. Tara and D had been distant and seemed to be avoiding Mel ever since. Sure she had seen them at meals and in the training facility, but every time she tried to get them alone something would come up.
She paced the length of the small rooftop hideaway, a cool breeze was ripple through the huge mature trees surrounding the mansion. She could see the change in the leaves, even in the dull moonlight. The oranges and reds all turned to shades of brown. She peered out over the back lawn, the pond was stirring from the wind, covering it in silvery ripples.
She tried to let the beautiful scenery calm her, but nervous energy kept her on edge. Why are't they here yet? Mel flopped down onto one of the wicker couches and ran her hand through her long wavy hair. The panic that had been slowly building over the last couple of days was bubbling just below the surface. She hadn't thought much of it at first, the meaning behind their separation, but after a couple of days the panic set in. Were they done with her? Had they chosen each other over her and just didn't know how to break it to her?
Mel's inner turmoil was interrupted by Tara's arrival on the rooftop. She was silent grace as usual, one minute Mel was by herself and the next Tara's lithe form was landing softly on the balls of her feet a mere five feet away. Mel's automatic reaction was to run to her and embrace her, but the reservation on Tara's face kept Mel rooted to the couch.
Tara took a step forward, opening her mouth to speak, when D hopped over the ledge and landed beside her. Mel watched as his hand brushed hers and their bodies swayed toward each other. So this is it then, she thought to herself. She was going to have to move. There was no way that she could remain in the mansion, living with the two people whom she loved, but rejected her.
D took a step away from Tara then, and walked around her to the single chair facing Mel. There was such an awkward tension emanating from both of them that Mel couldn't stand the silence any longer.
"Please just spit it out. You two don't want me anymore right?" Just saying the words out loud made Mel cringe. Her heart was heavy with sadness, and her throat felt thick.
"No!" Tara and D said in unison.
"Thrett said that I..."
"My father said that..."
They both talked over each other. D offered Tara the floor, and she came to sit beside Mel as she gave her explanation.
"My father ordered me to stop seeing you and Dhayn. Well, just Dhayn actually, but I thought that maybe you and he would...and then I wouldn't be able...it's just so hard to be around you without..." Tara stumbled through her words, her hand grasping at Mel's.
"Thrett ordered me to stay away from Tara and my uncle backed him up. The fucker sliced into my neck with his fucking dagger after the last time we were together. I didn't know what to do. I can't disobey a direct order, especially not right now, before the trials...I can't stand not being with you," he looked at both girls intently, "but being a Brother is all I have ever wanted..." he drifted off, shame written on his face.
"This is bullshit!" Mel raised her voice and got to her feet. "They can't tell us who to fucking be with, that's not right." Mel was seething, and all her pent up anger and frustration needed an outlet soon or she was going go explode.
"Calm down Mel, we can figure something out." Tara got up to put a hand on her shoulder. Immediately the anger within her shifted, and heat stirred deep within. It had been a very lonely seven days.
Mel looked between her best friends and searched her brain for the right thing to do. So Thrett was holding the Brother card over their heads to keep them in line. But what about after they were inducted? Surely they could petition their right to choose their own mate, or mates in this case. They could wait, it wouldn't kill them to be platonic for a couple of months.
"Then we wait," Mel said plainly. Both of her lovers looked up at her in confusion. "What? It's not like we haven't had practice in waiting to be together."
"You don't understand Mel." Tara turned to look at Dhayn. "Thrett made it pretty clear that there was no future for the three of us, that somehow, one of us is going to have to choose."
"I can't do that." D dropped his head into his hands.
"One step at a time," Mel walked over and crouched in front of him. "We make it through the rest of our training and then we tackle Thrett and his ridiculous rules, together, as part of the Brotherhood."
"Together," D agreed. He looked up into Mel's eyes, stirring the fire deep within her. Mel's core started to throb with the rapid beats of her heart.
"You two could still...I mean he just that Dhayn had to stop being with me..." Tara spoke softly from her perch on the couch.
"That's not fair to you." Mel turned to look at her other half. Her body screamed for release, but she knew that it would kill Tara to watch her and D together while she waited for months, if not years.
"No, it wouldn't," Tara said, piercing Mel with a heated stare. She shifted slightly on the couch and rubbed her thighs together.
"What wouldn't?" D asked.
"I think I would like it." Tara drew in her bottom lip, and Mel felt warmth pool between her legs at what she was insinuating.
Mel raised an eyebrow in question. Apparently Tara's gift had progressed passed mere reading of emotions. She was going to have to explain herself later.
"I will," Tara replied, but the words weren't spoken aloud, but in Mel's mind. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" D's agitated voice drew Mel's attention away from Tara.
"She wants to experiment with her voyeuristic side." Mel smiled at D and ran a hand up slowly up his thigh. The huge muscle beneath her palm flexed in surprise.
"Her what?" D asked, his breath catching in his throat as Mel's fingers grazed the hard ridge of his erection.
…
"I want to watch." Tara reclined on the couch and slipped a hand under the waist of her yoga pants. She was already wet from the onslaught of sexual vibes being thrown off of the other two, even before she had thought of watching them together. They hadn't really thought of a solution, but one thing was for sure; they all needed release, and badly. Tara was learning how to shut out the thoughts and emotions around her, but she didn't want to shut them out when she was with Dhayn and Mel, she wanted to take her lovers into her the only way she could and submerge herself in their lust - their love.
"Oh fuck!" Dhayn moaned, as Mel squeezed his shaft through his denim clad legs.
Tara watched as Mel unfastened his jeans and reached in to release his cock. Tara slipped her middle finger through her slick folds as his large shaft sprung free. Mel looked over for reassurance, so Tara slowly licked her lips and nodded. Mel wrapped her lips around the head of Dhayn's cock and slowly took him into her mouth. His moans were music to Tara's ears, feeding her lust as she teased the sensitive nub of her sex.
Heat curled up her body as she was filled with the sensations of her own pleasure and surrounded by theirs as well. Tara was shocked at how quickly her orgasm overtook her. She threw her head back and moaned, dipping two of her fingers into her pulsing sheath.
The growl from across the roof brought her attention back to Mel and Dhayn, where they had stopped to watch her. Dhayn flashed his long white fangs as he growled again, and started thrusting up into Mel's mouth. Tara felt her arousal stir again as she watched Mel try to keep up with his rhythm, but he was too frenzied in his thrusts and Tara knew what he needed - what she now craved to see.
"On the table Mel, I want you on your hands and knees, on the table." Tara pointed to the coffee table in the center of the space.
Dhayn didn't wait for her reply, lifting her up with one arm and swiftly pulling off her shorts with the other. Mel positioned herself on the tabletop on all fours so that Tara wouldn't miss a thing. Tara started pumping her fingers into her channel as Dhayn grabbed Mel's hips and drove into her from behind. Mel let out a satisfied scream as he pumped into her with rapid thrusts. Tara could feel their climaxes building in the currents of lust and need rolling over her, amping up her own arousal until she came again in shuddering waves. Mel and Dhayn followed immediately after, moaning and panting as his thrusts slowed and they both milked out their release.
Tara slid her hand out from under her waistband and smiled shyly as Mel climbed down from the table, and fixed her with a greedy stare. Tara didn't need to probe into Mel's mind to decipher her thoughts, she was projecting them loud and clear. I want you, Mel's sultry mental tone slid down Tara's spine. She bit her bottom lip, piercing it with her elongated fangs and drawing two drops of blood to the surface. Tara licked her lips in response, her body awakening to the need for her lover.
As Tara was about to take Mel up on her offer, a subtle breeze picked up - gently blowing the fragrance of Mel's arousal and the unmistakable musk of Dhayn's bonding scent over Tara's heated body. She stilled, breathing in the inviting, but forbidden scents.
"I can't." Tara held a hand up to caution Mel. "You carry his scent."
"Right." Mel looked down at herself, and then to Dhayn. "But if I had been with you first..."
"You would carry hers." Dhayn gestured to Tara with longing in his eyes.
"We'll figure something out," Tara promised.
The myriad of emotions swirling around her surged, jumbling her thoughts - hope, longing, fear, love. She concentrated on closing them out, until only her own emotions remained. When she opened her eyes again both of her lovers had dressed. She rose to her feet, shaky with the need still coursing through her veins. She would have to figure something out, and soon, because holding herself back from those two was taking everything she had.
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Dhayn clenched his jaw as he held himself back from touching Tara. Even though she was only a couple of feet away it felt like an ocean between them. It was a cruel kind of torture to be so close to someone he loved, yet unable to touch her. He wanted to express the yearning deep inside of him, and to feel her loving him in return. As Mel pressed her lips to his shoulder his mind was in turmoil. Was he not grateful for the love he did have? His love for Mel was just as strong, and given to him without consequence, should that be enough?
He watched Tara cross the rooftop and climb over the edge onto the ladder. Mel followed, ushering him forward by his hand. He climbed down the familiar ladder and walked through the rear entrance of the house while lost in thought, a route so often travelled that he could probably do it blindfolded. He was brought up short by Mel's hand on his chest. Looking around the empty hallway he searched for the cause of their delay. Tara was no longer with them, but he could hear her voice coming from around the next corner.
"...just talking daddy, don't worry. What, am I not allowed to be friends with him now?"
"Don't think me a fool Tehrrify. Friendship yes, but that boy has other intentions. If I need to split you two up I will."
Dhayn clenched his teeth as his urge to fight for his female rose up to the surface. No one would take her away from him, not even her sire. Mel's grip on his shoulder brought his attention back to her, and he could smell his bonding scent surrounding him, and clinging now to her skin. He could see the fear in her eyes, the warning she was trying to give him with her golden stare and creased brow - he didn't need to hear her thoughts like Tara to decipher what she was throwing his way. He reached up and traced a finger over her forehead, smoothing the lines of worry from her face.
"Don't fight him D please," she whispered. "I don't want to lose you over your pride."
Although her words stung, Dhayn couldn't refute them. What good would come of challenging his commander? What was another two months of waiting compared to the years he had waited so far? He nodded to Mel and relaxed his stance. His jaw ached from clenching, and his fingers buzzed with the return of blood to his fingertips as he released the fists he hadn't realized he was making.
"Are we completely selfish to want her too?" Mel asked, looking miserably down at her feet.
"I didn't choose this, and neither did you." Dhayn lifted Mel's chin to stare into her eyes. "I feel it in my bones, we were meant for each other."
"I used to think so too, but now it seems so...impossible." Mel's bronze gaze flooded with emotion barely kept in check.
"We'll figure it out," Dhayn said as he pulled her into his embrace. He was grateful that Mel didn't have Tara's gift as they walked out into the now empty hallway, his back straight and his arm sure and strong around her shoulders - because he knew she needed his confidence, and inside he had no idea how they were going to work this out. But he had to believe they would...somehow.
As they entered the dining hall, filled with their families and brothers in arms, Dhayn could feel the weight of Thrett's stare boring into him, analyzing the possessive way he held Mel close to his body. It was a strange fight of instinct and will inside of Dhayn's mind - wanting to stake his claim on Mel, while also proving his intent toward Tara. He left Mel's side to sit in his seat next to his uncle, the cacophony of conversation in the room swallowing his entrance to all but one pair of eyes. He thought for a moment that he should perhaps avoid that stare boring into the side of his face, but decided instead to show him that he wasn't afraid, that he had done nothing wrong. Dhayn turned and met Thrett's gaze head on, holding it a second longer than he should have before speaking.
"Are you going to send us out soon? Sir." Dhayn may not have liked his commander much for keeping him from Tara, but the male was his superior and he deserved his respect.
Thrett seemed to asses Dhayn for a few more seconds as the others around the table tuned in to hear his response. Thrett's mouth turned up a little to one side in what looked like amusement before responding.
"Tonight, actually. You will be briefed in the training facility and then report back to me at the end of the night." The smile remained shadowed on his features as Thrett broke eye contact and resumed eating his meal. The dismissal was subtle but Dhayn got the point, busying himself with forcing down some much needed carbs before his first night out.
He had to work to keep his eyes from wandering over his lovers, and to contain his emotions; knowing Tara's father had similar gifts, if not as powerful, as her own. It was a long meal. When Hunter got up to leave for the night, Dhayn shoved away from the table and followed on his heals.
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