Dying to Love Her by Dana Lorraine Page B

erupted. He threw his head back and released his frustration with a
gut-wrenching groan. It would be so easy. Other vampires had done it, bonded
with a lifemate without permission. Rook’s youngest brother Archer had but not
without consequence. It had taken a long time for the couple to rebuild trust.
    Not Alec. She’d come willingly or not at all.
    He kept pounding into her seizing flesh, wet with her
excitement and ignored the burn of his imminent orgasm, determined to milk hers
for all it was worth. “Don’t let this end today. Fuck, Melanie, please don’t
walk away from me.”
    Whatever will he had to hold back crumbled when she cried
out his name. Alec slammed into her pussy and dug his fingers into her hips
hard enough to leave bruises. His release assaulted his senses and a wave of
heat ripped through him. The tip of his cock was supersensitized. With slow,
short thrusts he prolonged his orgasm with the most pleasurable shocks of pain.
    Alec felt her sobs in the quiet tremble of her body before
he heard them. “Melanie?” He tenderly ran his hand up to the bottom hem of her
shirt, working his fingers beneath the fitted material. “Are you okay?”
    She pulled away and huddled up against the door instead of
taking comfort from him. She covered her face with her hands. “I don’t know.”
She sniffled.
    He could deal with a lot of things. Not this. Not seeing her
cry. Alec pulled his pants up and enveloped her from behind. “Talk to me,
Melanie.”
    She shook harder with his words.
    Thankfully, his fangs receded. He nestled his cheek against
her head and ignored his own rush of emotions.
    “I don’t know if I can do this.” The words came out in a
rush.
    “You’re one hell of a woman, Melanie Woodson. I’ve only
needed a few hours with you to see that.” Alec forced her around. “You can do
anything you want.” She kept her head bowed but he refused to let her hide.
“Look at me, Melanie.”
    When her eyes met his, hers wet with tears, he hated himself
for being the one to have caused them. He’d spend the rest of his life making
it up to her if she’d let him. “I’m sorry we didn’t give you more time. Both of
us were selfish. We should have waited to take your blood but you are so
tempting and we didn’t want to lose you.”
    Now they just might. Alec smoothed the hair from her face
and couldn’t resist keeping his fingers nestled in the soft strands. “You know
what I want, what Rook wants. We want you.”
    “You make it sound so simple but it’s not.” She dabbed the
tears away from the corners of her eyes. “What will people think of me, being
with two men? I don’t know if I can spend the rest of my life being the object
of scorn, let alone bring children into this world to deal with the same
ridicule.” Melanie took a deep breath and guided his hands from her hair. She
held them gingerly. “Kids always made fun of me for having the fat parents. Can
you imagine the kind of crap our kids would face?”
    “This is getting ahead of ourselves, but there are private
schools here in the city that cater to our kind. If you do agree to be with us,
if we’re blessed with sons, there is a whole community there to support us.”
Alec gripped her hands tighter. “My parents were monogamous but Rook lived with
three fathers. That hasn’t stopped him from wanting a similar life for his
sons. I don’t think he’d choose to do anything that would hurt people he
loves.”
    She stilled and her eyebrows shot up. “Really, three?”
    Alec nodded. He wasn’t ready to deal with what her answer
might be to his next question but he forced himself to ask. “Would you have
already agreed to become a lifemate if there was only one of us?”
    Her cheeks flushed and she stared at him, unflinching.
“Honestly,” she sighed, seemingly relieved to speak the truth. “Probably.”
    Her admission was like a punch to the gut. Even though dark
curiosity had him wanting to ask her who she would choose