Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
MELANIE
What the fuck did he… no, THEY just say to me?
“Wh-what the hell do you mean together you’re Sye?” I ask, baffled. One steps forward, pouting, pulling me into his arms… arms that I know all too damn well as I stare into the eyes of the other two.
“It means what we said, baby. We’re Sye. We’re yours, and only yours.”
“What the hell do you mean? My Sye… I-I’ve b-been d-d-dating ONE MAN! ONE! NOT THREE! And he for damn sure ain’t have furry ears and a tail!” I choke out, the jumbled mess of words barely coming out. I would have ate that shit up and been holding them ears while riding the fuck out of him!
Another one snatches me from the other and holds me just as tight.
“Baby, don’t panic. You know we love you so much. Please just relax.” Panic?! I’m not panicking, I’m pissed! So, this entire time I’ve had three niggas instead of one AND he look like he’s a Beastars’ main character but I’ve only had HUMAN DICK?! I ought to slap the fuck out of all of them!
“RELAX?! RELAX WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN RELAX?!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!”
When the third Sye steps up and grabs me, he holds me just like the other two, and his heart knocks against his chest.
“My love, please calm down and listen. I’m so sorry we’ve been lying to you,” he confesses, but it does fucking nothing to clear the fog in my head. Nigga… three years of human dick when they look like that is a betrayal worse than death.
“You damn right you have been lying to me!” I grit out.
“I know you’re mad that you’ve been dating all three of us, but—”
“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?!” I screech, flabber-fucking-gasted at what I’m hearing. YOU MEAN I COULD HAVE BEEN GETTING RAW DOGGED BY THREE MEN, BUT I’VE ONLY BEEN GETTING ONE DICK?! My knees nearly buckle from the pain, but they catch me.
“Melanie, please don’t look at us like that. We were going to tell you. We just... we needed the timing to be right,” one of the other two tells me.
“Th-the timing?” I bark out a laugh that sounds more like a sob. “You’ve had three fucking years! Three fucking birthdays! Three fucking anniversaries!” AND I COULD’VE HAD THREE DICKS FROM THREE WOLF MEN!!!
Before I can say anything more, tears pour from my eyes, and they wince, each moving in a way that I know my Sye to move, yet different. One rubs his neck, the other grits his jaw, and the third rubs his temple. The very sight makes my stomach queasy. It’s been in my face this entire time!
“We tried, baby!” one of them answers. “But every time we got up the courage, we’d cave at the thought of you leaving. We can’t lose you.”
“So, your solution is to fucking rotate me?” I whisper, throat closing up because they didn’t have to do all of that shit. The more the merrier. Give me back my three years of no four-way monster dicks!
“What else were we supposed to do when all of us love you, Melanie?!” the second person who hugged me states as if what they came up with was the most obvious answer ever.
“LOVE ME! YOU LOVE ME, BUT THIS IS HOW YOU SHOW IT?!?!?!” I yell in disbelief.
“Yes,” they answer and nod in unison with absolutely no hesitation.
“PATHETIC!”
“It was the only way, baby!” one of them shouts.
“I… I d-don’t know… I don’t know what to say…” I shake my head like Monique in Precious because this is too much.
Suddenly, one of them turns to the other two, face flushing with irritation as he grits his teeth.
“This is both your fault, Enzo and Yamir! I told you fuckers to leave! You bastards know I was supposed to have this week!”
“Oh, shut up, Slater!” the other Sye snaps back. “You think I’m going to let you get Christmas?! Fuck that!”
“I deserve Christmas with her this year! This is our third Christmas, and you both spent Christmas with her already!” the other Sye growls, fisting his hands as if ready to fight, and all of them start arguing back and forth.
All I can do is stare at them, my jaw literally hanging open as I watch my perfect boyfriend dissolve into a three-way sibling squabble over who will get me for fucking Christmas…
and the craziest part is they are dead-ass serious! But they could all have me!
“Too fucking bad! It’s not your week!”
“This is fucking bullshit!”
“Shut up!”
A hysterical giggle bubbles up in my throat at how fucking insane all of this shit is as they continue to squabble.
But what’s even crazier is how I feel right now.
I know a bitch should be repulsed, but seeing three of him…
three copies of my man, the man I’ve loved for years, half-naked and bloodied while fighting over me…
My nipples harden against my lace bra, and a sudden, electric throb pulses straight to my pussy, making my head swim. I struggle to keep my face neutral, masking the sudden, terrifying heat flooding all over my fucking body.
Why the hell is my body reacting like this? Melanie, stand up! You can’t go weak in the knees over a three-for-one special! But Lord... they are all so fine. The blood, the muscles... why is this doing it for me?
“I GET MELANIE FOR CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR’S!”
“NO, I GET HER FOR CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR’S!”
“I’M THE ONE WHO DESERVES HER THIS TIME!”
“ENOUGH!” I scream. “YOU ALL ARE FUCKING DELUSIONAL!” I shout, barely able to form a coherent thought because how the fuck have none of them thought ALL of them should get me?! What about what I deserve?! This shit just pisses me off, and I can’t take it anymore. “I’M FUCKING LEAVING!”
“NO!” they shout in unison, all of them grabbing me tight, pulling me back, shocking the fuck out of me when they drop to their knees.
“You’re right, my love, we are fucking delusional,” one states, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it.
“We’re fucking crazy for you, baby,” another one speaks, wrapping his arms around my leg.
“Crazy? More like insane, sweetheart, and we can’t get e-fucking-nough.” The other one wraps around my other leg, kissing my feet.
The room goes dead silent. All three of them look at me with wide, puppy-dog eyes, their chests heaving as they watch, absolutely terrified that I may walk out the door.
“Baby, we’re fools,” the one kissing my hand mutters, looking at me with utter adoration. “The biggest fools for you. We know. But we’re your fools.”
I can’t take it. The air in the room is thick with their sweat, their blood, and that familiar scent of Sye that I now know actually belongs to three different men.
My heart hammers against my ribs, and my throat closes up.
Seeing all three of them kneeling at my feet, clutching at my thighs like I’m their lifeline, has me hot and my pussy juices leaking down my legs right onto two of their hands.
“Please stay with us, baby,” one of them pleads, his hand sliding up my thighs, collecting my wetness before he licks it off himself, his voice cracking.
“You can’t leave, sweetheart,” another begs, looking up at me with a raw desperation that steals my breath.
“We’ll do anything,” the third begs, his forehead resting against my thigh, and my pussy clenches tight when I see all of them have tears in their eyes.
“My love, we’re your adorable little puppy dogs, remember?” I hear one of them whisper. “You’ve told us you love your puppy dog men. Well, here we are, baby. All three of us are at your beck and call. Let us please you as you deserve, Melanie. Please don’t go.”
Jesus. I hate myself in this moment, but my pussy aches. I try to mask my desire with a scowl, but my chest heaves, leaving me shaking.
“B-but you lied to me for three years!” They stand up in a blur of motion, surrounding me.
“No, baby. We worshiped you for three years. All of us.” One presses a lingering kiss on my temple while another picks me up.
“Let us continue to do so, sweetheart,” the other pleads, his lips grazing my other ear.
“No more schedules. No more switching in the dark. Just us. All of us.” The last one brushes his lips against my jaw, his hands sliding down to grip my waist as they pack me over to the bed I’ve apparently shared with all of them.
“I…”
“Shhh.” They start kissing me all over… my cheeks, my neck, my forehead, my breast, my stomach, my legs, my pussy…
“We love you.” Their voices are a low, overlapping chorus of pleas, leaving me no choice but to drown in them. My pussy hums, and my nipples harden to a painful degree. God… I… I n-need to—
“UUUGGHHNNN!” I moan when a rough tongue swipes up my pussy as two pairs of hands grip my tits and two mouths suck on my nipples hungrily. FUCKING FINALLY!
“Fuck baby, your pussy always tastes so fucking good.”
“My God, I want to suck these pretty ass titties every day.”
“I want to breed that tight pussy and suck the milk after the babies are born.”
“H-HOLY SH— UGHNNN!” I whimper, eyes rolling to the back of my head, pussy gushing.
Feeling them suck on my nipples and clit all in a synced motion makes my belly quiver.
“Please, Mel,” they whisper together, their breath hot against my sweaty, feverish skin. Even in this cool, air-conditioned room, I’m on fire. “Let us love you as we have always wanted to. Together.”
My pussy contracts as juices leak down my thighs, eliciting a growl from them. Lord, forgive me. I open my mouth to curse them out, but what comes out is a moan, followed by the only words I can say in this moment.
“…sh-show me.” I pant, grabbing two heads, shoving my nipples deeper into their mouths, and spreading my legs wider, feening for more.
“With pleasure, baby.”
“As you wish, sweetheart.”
“My God… thank you, my love.”
A better woman would have slapped the fuck out of them, but fuck it. I’ll be a better woman tomorrow. Tonight? I’m just gonna be a well-fucked one. Damn, I been hanging out with Constance too much.
“St-stop... w-wait!” I pant, shaking so hard I think the bed might actually snap. My heart skips as three sets of greedy, predatory eyes look up at me. They all let out a whimper that vibrates against my skin.