Chapter 21 Melody
Melody
This dream feels so good.
My body feels hot all over, and my subconscious is giving me exactly what I need, my hips shifting and pressing closer to the delicious length beneath me.
I’m riding Gabe—even with my dream-eyes closed, I recognize his scent.
My alpha’s scent. My thighs bracket his hips, the friction delicious as I grind down against something wonderfully hard.
Tingles of pleasure race through my body, making me shiver.
I press myself harder against my alpha, grinding along his massive shaft.
“That’s it,” dream-Gabe whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “Take what you need.”
God, even his voice is perfect. Deep and rough with need.
I rock against him, my body knowing exactly what it wants. The layer of fabric between us doesn’t matter. The pressure is exquisite, hitting where I need it, sending sparks of pleasure up with every movement.
I breathe him in deeper, filling my lungs with his scent, and I notice another scent—old books and nutmeg. Finn. Dream-Finn must be nearby, watching maybe. The thought makes me impossibly hotter, my movements more urgent, my core tightening with need.
Hands slide up my sides, large and warm. My alpha’s hands. They cup my breasts through my thin shirt, thumbs brushing over my nipples in a way that makes me gasp and arch my back.
“So perfect,” the voice rumbles beneath me. “Look at her, Finn.”
“Gorgeous,” Finn says close to my ear.
The dual attention makes me whimper. I rock harder, faster, feeling the tension building low in my belly. Everything is so intense, so real, the heat, the scents, the hardness pressing against my core, the way my body responds to their touches.
My hands brace his chest, fingers digging into firm muscle. I can feel a heartbeat beneath my palm, racing as fast as my own, the skin hot to the touch.
“That’s it, my little omega,” Gabe encourages, his hands gripping my hips now, guiding my movements.
The term of endearment pushes me closer to the edge. I’ve never felt this wanted, this needed, this safe and wild all at once.
I grind down harder against my alpha’s impressive erection and cry out as pleasure crashes through me, making me tremble and shake.
“That’s it, beautiful,” Gabe murmurs, and I feel gentle kisses on my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone.
I slowly blink my eyes open, expecting the hazy edges of dreamscape to fade into my bedroom ceiling. Instead, I find myself staring directly into Gabe’s very real, very awake green eyes, pupils blown with desire.
Wait.
This isn’t my bed.
This isn’t my room.
And that very certainly wasn’t a dream.
My brain catches up to reality in fragments. I’m straddling Gabe, actual, real-life Gabe. Finn is beside us, his hand resting on my arm. And I’ve just had a very real, very loud orgasm grinding against his boyfriend.
“Oh my god,” I choke out, mortified. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
I scramble backward so fast I nearly tumble off the bed, barely caught by Gabe’s quick reflexes.
“Easy,” he says gently, steadying me with a hand on my waist. “You’re okay.”
“I’m so sorry,” I apologise, my face burning hot. “I don’t know what happened. My suppressants have been failing, and I must have been sleepwalking or something. I would never just… I mean…”
Words fail me completely.
How do you apologize for climbing into someone’s bed and using them as a human sex toy without permission?
There’s no Hallmark card for that.
“Melody,” Gabe says, his voice maddeningly calm given the circumstances. “Breathe.”
I suck in a desperate breath. My eyes dart around the room, looking anywhere but at the two men I’ve clearly just assaulted.
The bedroom they chose is large, sparsely decorated, but cozy, with thick curtains and a plush rug.
A far corner of my brain notes that the sheets are far nicer than mine, and this was supposed to be the room for my aunt and uncle.
“I’m so sorry. I assaulted you in your sleep,” I say, the words sounding even more horrifying than they did in my head.
Gabe makes a sound that’s almost a laugh. “Trust me, that was not assault. It was just as good for me. I’m sure for Finn too.”
I look to Finn, who nods with a smile that’s both reassuring and heated.
“I climbed into your bed without permission and… and…”
“And we welcomed you,” Finn finishes. “Very enthusiastically, in case you didn’t notice. The way Gabe was holding your hips? Not exactly the actions of an unwilling participant.”
Neither looks upset. In fact, Gabe looks positively happy, and Finn’s eyes are bright with excitement, with a flush on his cheeks.
“I don’t even remember coming in here,” I say, confused. “The last thing I remember is running back to my room after…”
I trail off as last night’s memory comes back. Them on the couch. Finn on his knees. Gabe looking directly at me while…
“After you watched Finn give me an orgasm,” Gabe fills in, his voice dropping lower, a rumble that I feel more than hear. “After you stood there smelling like cloves and vanilla and drove me absolutely wild.”
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. “I just came down for water and…”
“And couldn’t look away,” Finn says with a knowing smile. “Don’t worry. I understand. It’s hard to look away when you’re faced with that impressive cock.”
“Finn,” Gabe warns.
I bite my lip, considering this. “So I didn’t… force myself on you?”
“God no,” Finn says immediately, his eyes widening. “Trust me, if either of us had been uncomfortable, you wouldn’t exactly be hard to push off. Gabe could lift you with one arm.”
Gabe huffs but doesn’t deny it, his thumb now tracing small circles on the back of my hand.
I look to Finn, still uncertain. “And you’re okay with this? With me showing up in your bed and dry humping your boyfriend?”
“More than okay,” Finn says with a grin that lights up his entire face.
“In fact, we’ve been hoping you’d be interested in exploring this connection.
You have no doubt noticed there is something different about Gabe and Everett’s scents—that they are stronger for you.
And… well, I like to think you and I have been building a connection as well.
If it’s something you are interested in, we would like to explore it with you. ”
Gabe reaches out and tugs me between them, arranging us so I’m sitting against the headboard flanked by both men.
“We’re scent-matches,” I say.
“Yep!” Finn cheers, bouncing slightly on the mattress. “It’s a Christmas Miracle.” He grins widely. “Unless… you’re not interested. Then I guess it’s more like not.”
“That’s why I climbed into your bed like some sex-crazed maniac. My omega recognized her alpha and sought him out.”
“Probably triggered by what you saw last night,” Finn adds.
“I think that’s a good sign,” Gabe says. “Your omega side trusts us enough to seek comfort and pleasure.”
My heart skips a beat, then races to catch up. “But… do you all want this?”
“There’s nothing we’d love more,” Gabe says, his green eyes intense and sincere.
“A pack,” I whisper, the word feeling right, feeling like home.
“Exactly,” Finn says, squeezing my other hand. “A real pack. But only if you want it too. No pressure, no expectations. We can take this as slow as you need.”
I look down at our joined hands, trying to sort through the whirlwind of emotions. Desire, certainly. Curiosity. A touch of anxiety. But underneath it all, a sense of rightness that I can’t explain, like puzzle pieces clicking into place.
“I’d like that,” I admit. “But we really don’t have to go slow. Seeing as how I’m already in your bed.”
“Sounds good to me,” Gabe assures me.
“I’m on board,” Finn adds. “Starting with breakfast, because I’m starving, and someone worked up quite an appetite this morning.” He winks at me.
I laugh and feel my cheeks flame, but I’m happy. “Breakfast sounds good.”
As we move to get up, Gabe catches my wrist gently. “Just so you know,” he says, his voice low. “What happened this morning? That was just the beginning. The next time won’t be through layers of fabric, and it won’t be a surprise.”
A shiver runs through me, heat pooling low in my belly again.
“I’d like that too,” I whisper, heat flooding my cheeks as I meet Gabe’s intense gaze. “I mean… taking it slow sounds perfect, but also… I’m not opposed to…” I clear my throat. “More.”
His eyes darken, pupils dilating, and for a moment, I think he might pull me back into bed. But Finn clears his throat dramatically.
“Breakfast first, horny times later,” he announces, tugging me toward the door. “I need pancakes before I can handle watching you two eye-fuck each other anymore. The sexual tension is thick enough to spread on toast.”