Chapter 6 Melanie #2
He was fine as hell, and for a white boy, he had a lil swag.
He was a vet, and a man who loves animals will always have a place in my heart.
I can’t lie, I fell for him hard and fast, and I thought I would be with him forever.
That was until I heard him talking to his co-workers about wanting me to get on Ozempic.
While I wasn’t crushed like because he brought it up before, I was pissed and a little heartbroken that he would be so blatant and talk about it to his friends while laughing.
After that, I dumped his conniving ass and I wasn’t prepared to jump into anything serious for a while, but then I met Sye and… the realization strikes me.
Damn… a bitch might have been a lil too awe struck and let some shit slide.
Groaning, I sit back, lulling my head and looking at the ceiling before I stand, water cascading down my body and spilling on the floor.
I step over the tub and stomp to the living room, where I find them sitting exactly where I told them to sit, but when they see me bust in the door, they sit up and lick their lips.
Their tails thump so hard on the floor that it sounds like construction workers are hammering against the floor.
I can tell they want to say something to me, but before they can, I blurt out the question that’s been on my mind.
“How did you all fall in love with me? What made you guys choose me together?”
“Mama!” Yamir drools. “How can we not where you look like that?” he shudders, panting.
“Gmertis fici (by The Source), yes… you… fuck, Mama, you’re torturing us on purpose,” Enzo whines, smacking his lips
“Answer the question!” I narrow my eyes at them, and Slater swallows, twitching while trying to keep it together.
“Mama, we’re being honest, how could we not love you? You were made for us. You are everything to us. We knew from the moment we met you at the shelter,” he answers, and that makes me pause.
“Wait… at the shelter?” My ex would sometimes allow me to volunteer at his job… I cock my head to the side, confused. “Oh, did you guys volunteer as well? I… I don’t remember seeing you there…”
“Volunteer?” Slater groans, eyes roaming hungrily over my body.
“No, we were taken there looking something like this,” Enzo states, and before I can ask what he means, I damn near jump back, shocked they start… I don’t know what the fuck they’re doing!
“WHOA!” I gasp, mouth aghast at the shift from the three massive, muscular men back. It’s a blur of shadows and snapping bones. One second they are sitting in front of me and the next, the penthouse is filled with three of the most beautiful, terrifying beasts I have ever seen.
They look like Black Belgian Malinois, but dangerous and monstrous, sleek, muscular, and built like literal shadows.
Their coats are like polished Stygian black that looks as if they will absorb all the light of the room.
Their deep red eyes glow with an intelligence that is unnervingly human, but the fire in them has my heart pounding.
“My God, you’re all huge,” I mutter, and they are…
they’re about the size of me standing. Our penthouse immediately grows hot as they begin to move, bodies flowing around me like a dark tide.
The only defining things about them are the collars, which surprisingly have grown with them…
they must be specially made. I need to ask them later cause that’s some DBZ Saiyan armor shit.
But seeing them, I pause in realization. When I volunteered at the shelter, I saw three beautiful black Belgian Malinois that, unlike the rest of the dogs, didn’t look like strays based on their cleanliness and the health of their teeth, according to my ex.
But while they were there, any time I came by, I would take care of them. I loved those dogs and even considered adopting them since no one ever came by to pick them up, but I broke up with my ex and never went back to the animal shelter.
I’d always thought about them until I met Sye a week later…
“Wow… I thought you guys were eventually adopted, but you were with me, huh?”
They whine, and I notice that Yamir is the first to reach me.
He lets out a low, vibrating huff and circles my waist, his sleek side pressing firmly against my legs.
Then comes Enzo. He’s more frantic, his tail whipping back and forth so hard it thuds against the sofa.
He nudges my hand with his wet nose, forcing me to look at him, before he lets out a soft yip and starts licking my palms with a broad, warm tongue.
Slater stays in front of me and sits back on his haunches, his ears perked and alert, watching me with a steady, intense gaze. All I can do is gape at them in awe, breathless. I reach out, hugging them, resting my head against their soft, velvet fur.
“You're all so beautiful,” I whisper, my voice trembling, and even though I’m still a bit out of it, I can’t help but sink my hands into their mane.
Immediately, the circle closes in. I’m swallowed by black fur and the heat of their bodies. They sniffle at my neck, their wet noses huffing against my skin as they take in every inch of my scent before they all start licking my ears, nuzzling my stomach, and letting out these tiny, needy whimpers.
“So you left the shelter and what? Followed me?” I whisper to them.
They yip, barking, basically saying yes, and I snort out a laugh.
“So y’all stalked me and… as a matter of fact, shift back and tell me what you did!
” They look at one another, then step back, and I watch them shift back into their human forms, though still keeping the furry ears and tails.
They watch me silently. “So… don’t just stand there. Tell me what you did.”
“Can’t you already tell?” Yamir huffs, watching me, muscles flexing, as he kisses my neck.
“Yeah, but I want y’all to tell me.”
“Tell you what, sweetness?” Enzo bites at my stomach, watching me, causing me to shudder out a breath.
“Tell me the truth.” I swallow, not taking my eyes off them.
“So you want us to bluntly say we stalked you… watched you… feened for you, snuck into your home and embedded ourselves into your dreams where we three would have our way with you, and then came up with a plan to make you ours? Is that what you want us to say?” Slater asks, kissing my lips, making me moan.
“Y-yeah… th-that.”
“So you want to know more than that, baby?” Yamir licks my neck.
“Ugnnnn… I… I d-do.” I lay back, allowing Enzo to run his tongue all over my nipple.
“Just ask us anything, love. We’ll answer it.” He dips his tongue into my belly button, growling.
“But we warn you… even if we tell you all the despicable shit we did to make you ours… we will never let you go,” Slater states, and they nuzzle my legs open.
All three of them watch me like they want to eat a bitch a-fucking-live, and am I curious?
Yes. Do I want them to answer my questions?
Yes. But am I too fucking far gone with them standing shifted in front of me like this?
Am I about to throw all those questions to the wind cause a bitch might as well be McDonald’s because ba-da-ba-ba-ba, I’m lovin’ it? Yes ma’am.
“I want to know everything,” I whisper as Enzo, Yamir, and Slater kneel at my feet, and I melt, knowing I’m about to get my shit rocked by them.
“Where should we start?” Slater asks against my ear.
“Honestly… I just want to know what I am to you. And why did you do this?” The room goes still as soon as the sentence leaves my lips, and a heat fills the room.
“Melanie,” Yamir speaks up, his voice dropping an octave as he looks up from my feet. “To us... you might as well be air.”
“Air?”
“Yes. We need you to survive.” My heart thunders against my ribs at his serious response.
“Fuck, I like that…” I mutter.
“Like what, sweetness?”
“I like being my man’s everything,” I tell them seriously.
“Well, you’re more than that and more to us. In fact.” Yamir gets up and goes under the tree where I watch him pick up a gift and hand it to me. It’s so reminiscent of what happened the other day. Quickly, I open the box and a big ass grin forms on my face because yes, in-mother fucking-deed!
I waste no time pulling out the leashes and holding them out, biting my lip as I dangle them in front of them like a carrot.
“Who wants to be owned by Mama?” I sing and sis, if you could see their faces! They look desperate as they clamor over to me, whimpering and whining. I can’t help but feel a bit of a superiority complex. Not me with three fine ass brothers on their hands and knees pining for this fat ass pussy!
“Oooo, y’all better stop acting so thirsty or I’ll have to give you something to drink.”
“I want to drink, Mama,” Enzo begs, crawling to me. “I want to drink real bad,” he pants, and I smile, rubbing his head.
“Aww, who’s a good boy?” I coo at him and hold in a chuckle when his tail goes up and wags so hard it flutters on Slater’s and Yamir’s hair.
“I’m a good boy! I’m such a good boy!” he pants, drooling on the floor, but Slater comes over and shoves him out of the way.
“I’m an even better boy!” he growls at Enzo, and they glare at each other.
“There is no one who’s gooder than me.” Yamir crawls over, and they all glare at one another, growling like they’re about to fight, forcing me to quickly hook the leash on them and tighten it around my hand.
“Sit!” I command, and from how fast they shift into their full animal forms and take a seat, one would think I had a gun to their head.
“Y’all say you’re being good, yet you have the audacity to ignore me?
!” I scowl at them, and they lower their heads, ashamed, and I know I’m fucked up in the head for liking this, but I can’t help it. It’s so fucking sexy.
“Come here,” I tell them, and they move instantly, but when I see they start to shift back, I smack my lips, and they immediately stop. “Now that’s Mama’s good boys.” I hum, cooing at each of them, ruffling their fur, and they each wag their tails.