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Lover Released	By : Hoping4More Category: A through F > Black Dagger Brotherhood Views: 3573 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Mel snuggled into Dhayn in the dark theater. They had pushed the armrest back so that she could lean into him while they watched a sappy chick-flick. Dhayn wasn't thrilled about Mel's movie choice, but he caved when she offered two hours of cuddling during the movie. If they couldn't...do more, than he would take the cuddling. The tension in the room was palpable, and Mel's insides melted like butter as Dhayn ran his warm palm down her back. She had to focus very hard on the movie to keep from climbing onto his lap.
"How do you think Tara is doing on her first mission?" he asked, pulling her attention away from the movie. Mel was taken aback by his sudden question; clearly his mind wasn't in the same place as hers...pity.
"Knowing Tara, she'll do more than fine, and Thrett went out with them so I'm guessing she's pissed," Mel smiled to herself, thinking of her strong-willed best friend. "That'll just make her meaner, I almost feel sorry for the poor fuckers. They won't see her coming." Mel let out a small laugh, and her head shook with the rumble of Dhayn's laughter beneath her. The warm masculine tones caressed her inside and out. Her inner walls tensed in anticipation. She did her best to tamper her sudden urges.
"We'll have to text her in a bit. Our plan of telling her about last night at first meal didn't really work out," Dhayn said, brushing a hand through her hair. Mel couldn't suppress her moan of pleasure. The tingling beneath his fingertips traveled all the way from her scalp to her core.
"Maybe if you hadn't kept me up until almost noon I would have been up at sundown." Mel squeezed his muscular thigh.
They had sparred in the gym when they got back from the raid - without sex they needed something to burn off all that pent up energy and adrenaline. Mel had gotten her ass handed to her - she was still sore. His hand traveled slowly down her back to cup that very ass.
"You needed to make up for that stunt at the river," he said in a gruff voice, his hand lightly smacking her cheek. Images of a very different type of punishment flitted through her mind; silk scarves binding her wrists and Dhayn's big hands branding her ass - now if that's how he punished, she would be bad more often. The couple onscreen chose that exact moment to start removing each other's clothing. The sultry background music filled the theater with an almost tangible sense of anticipation.
"I think we should invest in some handcuffs for the bedroom," Mel said, finding Dhayn's nipple through his thin cotton shirt with her lips and biting down on it, careful not to pierce through his shirt with her slowly extending fangs. Dhayn's abs tensed under her palm and he let out a low growl.
"Oh you think so do you? Well, you'd have to pin me first." He wrapped his arms around her and used them to pull her onto his lap. She was trapped against his hard body, the pulsing heat of his shaft nudged teasingly at her core through his cargo pants. She fought his hold, desperate for friction, but he held her steady.
Mel sunk into him, melding her softness against his stiff body. She nuzzled her nose along his chin and down his jaw to his exposed throat. She thrust her tongue out and laved a languorous trail down the vein pulsing just beneath his skin. Her hunger for him stirred to a fever and before she could stop herself, she bit down, her fangs piercing his skin and sending shivers of pleasure throughout her whole body. Her orgasm crashed over her on her second pull of his sweet lifeblood. Dhayn bucked his hips beneath her until she pulled back to stare into his lust-filled eyes, a triumphant smile on her crimson lips.
"You don't play fair," Dhayn said, reaching for the fly on her jeans.
Mel slowly licked her lips. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said with a mischievous grin.
She bucked forward when he shoved his large hand beneath her panties to cup her mound, her eyes going wide with shock. Her nerves were still so sensitive from her orgasm that she nearly cried out at the contact.
"I tell you what," Dhayn started, curling a finger up into her channel, his voice low and husky with need. Mel moaned and began to move instinctively on his hand with a swivel of her hips. "If I ever deserve the punishment, I will submit to you," he finished, punctuating his words by adding a second finger.
"And who gets to decide if you deserve it?" Mel asked, trying to hold on to her thoughts while he assaulted her senses. He began kissing a slow trail up her arm. Goosebumps raced over her skin as a shiver of pleasure ran down her spine.
"Me."
"No way, it would have to be a third party - for it to be fair. Oh sweet Virgin that feels good."
"Tara," Dhayn replied between kisses, "although I think she'd be biased. She might want a turn." He stilled, as if just realizing his own words, and then sat back in his chair. He looked up, staring deep into Mel's eyes. She watched his multi-hued gaze and gave him a gentle smile.
"I miss her too," Mel whispered, lifting a hand to run her fingertips down his jaw line. His skin was silky smooth from a fresh shave.
"I don't know how much longer I can wait Mel." Dhayn began to softly caress her folds again, the gentle seduction scrambling Mel's thoughts. "I don't want to hurt her, but if I don't get to fuck one or both of you soon I am going to fucking lose my mind," he growled, pumping two fingers into her channel as his thumb rubbed over her sensitive clit.
Mel moaned and writhed, throwing her head back in pleasure. Dhayn slowly withdrew his hand. She peeled back her eyelids and begged him with her eyes to give her release - she was so close. Dhayn met her pleading look with his sea glass blue and green stare and raised an eyebrow, rocking his hips so that she could feel the hard length of him straining against the fly of his pants.
Mel was lost in a sea of lust; her body alight with her pulsing need and Dhayn's blood coursing through her veins. A part of her knew there was a reason her and Dhayn were abstaining from sex, but it was a very small part, and not loud enough to drown out the overwhelming craving for his cock.
...
Dhayn was so driven by his need, that he didn't even register taking off his pants and boxers. One minute Mel was straddling his lap, and the next he had her pinned to the soft carpet of the floor in front of the seats, with the head of his throbbing penis poised at her entrance. Dhayn gripped the base of his shaft tight to keep from coming too quickly as he slowly sank into her wet heat.
It was like water to a man stranded in the desert. He shuddered against the overwhelming pleasure of their long denied union. His movements were slow and steady as he tried to hold on as long as he could. He savored every slide, every pulse, and every gentle squeeze of her inner muscles as he claimed his female. He crushed his mouth to hers, battling her tongue for dominance. The fever of their kiss drove him to thrust faster. The rich musk of his bonding scent enveloped them and Mel came under him, murmuring his name against his lips. He released his grip on his shaft and buried himself to the hilt, his face pushing into the crook of her neck. The strong scent of her blood called to him like a siren's song and he couldn't resist it any longer. He sank his elongated fangs into her delicate skin and drank deep. He lost all control and pulsed his seed into her with a loud groan of ecstasy.
He kept himself suspended above her, not wanting to separate from her body. He didn't know how long it would be until they could be together again, and he was in no rush for this moment to be over. He kissed her softly, sweetly, but something inside still felt unresolved. Her soft lips caressed his and her beautiful bronze eyes bored into his with a heat far from extinguished. He lowered is lips to her chin and kissed a trail along her jaw until he reached her soft earlobe. He pulled the tender flesh into his mouth and laved it with his tongue, reveling in her shudders. Dhayn's cock stirred to life again, still buried deep within her and they both groaned in shared pleasure.
It was easier to take things slowly the second time, and even easier the third. Afterward Mel lay with her head nestled against his chest and Dhayn felt as close to content as he had been in months.
"Do you think we'll ever be able to be together again?" she asked.
"I don't know," he answered without needing explanation. He couldn't keep his mind away from thoughts of Tara in the aftermath of their lovemaking, and he wasn't surprised that Mel was the same.
"Do you still want to be with both of us?"
"Of course I do," he said, squeezing her tight into his chest. "Do you?"
"Yes, but..."
"But?"
"But, what if Tara doesn't?"
"Why, has she said something to you?" Dhayn sat up a little to meet her concerned gaze. His heart picked up its pace.
"No, I just keep thinking that she's spending a lot of time with Tru."
"And?" Dhayn's possessiveness had the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. He tampered back the jealous rage that threatened to overwhelm his thoughts so that he could focus on what Mel was saying.
"And, well he's really attractive, and rich, and he practically drools over her...I don't know, I'm just freaked out and confused." Mel looked truly tormented, and that brought Dhayn's focus back to the female in his arms.
"Me too," Dhayn said, rubbing her back gently. "We are going to figure this thing out. One way or another we are going to be happy - you are going to be happy."
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too."
...
Tara stepped back from her balcony door, closing it to shut out the bone-chilling night air. Her pulse was thundering behind her ears and her thoughts were a blur of emotions. She needed to find Mel and Dhayn.
She stripped off her jacket and tossed it on her bed. The buckles for her holsters had never taken so long to take off as she fumbled with the straps at her chest, arms and thighs. She left her ankle holster strapped in place with her small pistol, but peeled off her dirty pants and shirt to slip on a fresh pair of jeans and low-cut knit sweater. The soft black cashmere was a gentle kiss on her skin as her arms pushed through the sleeves.
Tara didn't know exactly where her lovers were, but she could feel a tugging sensation when she concentrated on them - a side effect of the blood they had shared. It was hard to believe how much time had passed since her sire had interrupted their whirlwind romance. Tara clenched her fists in frustration as she stalked through the big empty hallways of the mansion.
When their training was over, and their positions in the Brotherhood secured, Tara was going to give Thrett a piece of her mind. He had no right to tell her who she could love - and if he hadn't have meddled into her personal life she wouldn't be in this strange position with Tru. She felt an odd pressure in her chest when she thought about what had happened out in the forest. She couldn't put her finger on what she was feeling, she didn't even know if it was good or bad, and that scared the shit out of her.
She knew that she didn't love Tru, or at least not the way she felt about Dhayn and Mel, but there was something there. Was it just the enforced abstinence? Was it just a case of a cute guy being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or the right place if it were up to him, Tara mused. She had to have a sexual reaction to someone eventually; it had been months!
Tara picked up her pace, needing to find her friends and hopefully put her mind at ease. Maybe if she and Mel just... Tara cut off her thoughts before she moved into the mind numbing state of fantasy. She made her way down a set of stairs and into the shared wing of the mansion. She hurried down the hallway, her instincts telling her that they were in the theater room. Tara smiled to herself, of course they would be watching a movie, some things never change.
She was halfway down the hall when she spotted Mel's mahmen. The female was decked out in a lavender velvet gown and was brimming with happiness and hope. The emotions washed over Tara, lightening her mood, and reminding her that she needed to reinforce her mental shields. When Cynthia noticed Tara walking toward her, her smile faded and a cold glint passed through her bronze eyes. The change in her made Tara pause. Sure, she hadn't talked to Cynthia much since their argument, but she never thought that the female would still be angry with her.
"I thought you were on patrol tonight Tehrify," she said, stopping in Tara's path.
"I was, we completed our mission and I got the night off," Tara smiled politely and fought the urge to pry into Cynthia's mind. Why was she so irritated?
"Well that's nice dear," she said with a forced smile. "How about you come and take a look at the new dresses I had made for the New Moon Ball?" Cynthia rested a hand on Tara's waist in an effort to shepherd her back the way she had come.
"I would love to," Tara replied, stepping away from her hand. "I am just going to find Mel and Dhayn first. I haven't seen them in quite awhile and I'd like to catch up." Tara went to step around Cynthia, but the female blocked her path again, her expression frustrated.
"Leave them be Tehrify," she said coolly.
"I'm sorry Cynthia, but I'd like to see my friends, and I'm sure they would like to see me too, so if you'll excuse me." Tara stepped quickly around the female, annoyed at her interference.
"You don't want to go in there right now they are...indisposed."
"They're wha..." Tara realized Cynthia's meaning and tried not to show her shock. "Well, I'm sure they will be done soon, or I could just join them," Tara said before she could stop herself. She regretted her words the moment they left her lips.
The color rising on Cynthia's face showed her anger even before the prickling assault on Tara's mental shield.
"You. Will. Not," Cynthia bit out, stepping into Tara's personal space. "I know how your sire feels about your meddling in my daughter's relationship, and I will not have you compromising Dhayn's future for your own selfish gain."
Tara had never seen a look of such hatred coming from Mel's mahmen, and it gave her pause. "I would never do anything to hurt either of them, you have to know that." Tara met her eyes with sincerity and hoped to find some understanding there. There was none.
"You are hurting both of them by continuing this ridiculous game."
"It's not a game, I love them," Tara said defensively.
"He loves her, and you are the only reason they aren't mated yet. My Mel would never hurt you, but you don't seem to share that sentiment." Cynthia straightened her back, and although she was shorter than Tara by a couple of inches, she managed to look down on her.
"Clearly you don't know me at all," Tara said shortly, and stormed away from her toward the theater.
"I thought you were better than this Tehrify," Cynthia called after her. The words sliced through Tara and she was glad that she wasn't facing the female as she flinched under the verbal blow.
She reached the door and paused with her hand on the handle. Her already volatile emotions were worked up into a storm that threatened to overwhelm her. She was no longer sure of the right path. What was the best answer for all of them? Was she being selfish? Was she being stupid in waiting for them? Did it matter to her that they had continued on in their relationship without her? Sure she had told them that it was fine, but agreeing to it hypothetically and it actually happening was turning out to feel a whole lot different.
Tara let out a sigh and rested her head against the cool door. The thick metal was made to be soundproof, so that the rest of the house didn't have to be disturbed when someone wanted to watch a loud movie, but it also meant that Tara couldn't tell what was really going on in there.
After a couple of minutes, her curiosity got the better of her and she quietly pried the door open just enough so that she could slip in unnoticed. The room was filled with a soft love song as the credits rolled on the big screen. Tara looked over the seats and couldn't see anyone in the theater. Cynthia is a lying bitch, she thought, turning to leave the room. Just as she reached for the door she heard a noise from the front of the room.
Tara turned and crept closer to the screen, passing empty rows of seats on the way. She heard them before she saw them, a low breathy moan escaping Mel's lips. Dhayn was moving slowly over Mel, running his fingers through her long chestnut hair and devouring her lips with his.
The scene twisted something deep within Tara. It was more than just seeing them make love without her; the emotions pulsing through the room were like a rhythmic bass, and they reverberated through her and shook her to the core. A lump formed in her throat.
Tara turned from the lovers on the floor and rushed out of the dark room. She sped through the hallways and didn't stop until she was out in the back yard. The tears slipping down her cheeks turned to ice in the freezing night air and her lungs rebelled against the gasps of air she was pulling in to calm herself.
I thought you were better than this, Cynthia's words replayed in her mind. Tara paced back and forth trying to make sense of her turmoil. She had worn a trail into the frost-covered grass by the time sunrise was approaching, and she did the only thing she could think of to do.
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