Secret Santa Surprise (Kindred Tales)

“Will you try it on?” Strong asked hopefully. “Will you allow us to put it on you, little one?”

Melanie’s heart swelled until she thought it was going to burst.

“Yes,” she whispered. “If…if you really mean it? You want the three of us to be together forever?”

“Forever,” Strong assured her, slipping the lovely, three-banded ring onto her finger, where it fit perfectly. “We know we haven’t known each other for long, Melanie…”

“But this feels right,” Clear said, finishing his brother’s sentence. “And we want to Claim you as our bride, if you’ll take us as your mates.”

Melanie felt her eyes filling with tears.

“Oh, Strong, Clear…I don’t know what to say!”

“Say yes, you ninny!” Aunt Marge interjected. “You won’t get another chance like this again!”

“Of course I say yes.” Melanie’s eyes and heart both overflowed as she put out her arms to both of her guys. “Yes, with all my heart,” she said as the three of them held each other tightly.

When they finally broke apart, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Even Aunt Marge was sniffling suspiciously into her Kleenex.

“I never asked you, Melly,” she said to Melanie. “But what do these two new space husbands of yours do for a living?”

Melanie smiled.

“Well, Strong, here is a doctor and Clear is an accountant.”

“Really?” Aunt Marge’s eyes widened. “I always did tell you that you ought to marry a doctor or an accountant or some such professional man like that—remember, Melly?”

“Yes, Aunt Marge.” Melanie smothered a grin. “You did tell me that.”

“I just didn’t expect you to marry both at once.” The old lady shook her head but then she grinned at Melanie. “Melly, the first time you struck out—that Steve was a real stinker. But this second time you did good. I’m proud of you.”

Melanie laughed.

“Thank you, Aunt Marge. That means a lot to me.”

She gave her aunt a hug and then picked up one of the bonding fruits and winked at Strong and Clear.

“And now I think I’ll have a little dessert.”

22

By the time they got back to the Mother Ship that night, it was getting late but Melanie knew she wouldn’t be getting much sleep. That was because she was beginning to feel the effects of the bonding fruit she’d eaten that afternoon. In fact, she was feeling them very strongly as a throbbing between her thighs and a tenderness in the tips of her nipples.

This time when she shed her clothes and the twins did the same, she knew she wouldn’t just be sleeping between them. This time she needed to have them in her—both of them at once—in order to bond the three of them together for life and complete the promise she had given them.

“I have to warn you, guys,” she told them, as the three of them climbed into the huge bed in Clear and Strong’s suite together. “I want to have babies—lots of them. And I need to have them fairly soon—my biological clock is ticking.”

“That should be no problem, sweetheart,” Clear murmured, running his hands over her bare body.

“We’ll do our best to make you pregnant tonight,” Strong rumbled, bending to lay a gentle kiss on one of her nipples that sent a tingle of pleasure through her. “We’ll swell your belly with our seed when we bond you to us.”

“Which means this time next year, you’ll be having twins,” Clear pointed out. “Christmas twins.”

“Mmm, that would be perfect,” Melanie whispered.

“You’re perfect, sweetheart.” Strong kissed her other nipple, sucking it briefly and swirling his tongue around the tight point.

“Ahhh…” Melanie moaned softly, arching between them. “You know, I’ve been thinking about this all day—wondering what it would be like when the three of us make love. I’ve wondered how it would go, exactly.”

“It can go any way you want, little one,” Strong told her. “After all, there are many, many ways for two males to pleasure their female, and we’ll be happy to try them all with you.”

“All of them?” Melanie writhed between them seductively. She was very aware that the tips of her nipples were brushing against Strong’s hard chest and the fact that two long, thick shafts were branding her belly and her ass.

“All of them,” Clear assured her. “Or as many as you’d like, sweetheart.”

“Tell me,” Melanie whispered, shifting against them so that her breasts pressed harder against Strong’s chest and her bottom rubbed more firmly against Clear’s cock. “Tell me…what you’ll do to me before we bond.”

“Well, the two of us can suck your nipples together, as we did the other night,” Clear pointed out. “Do you remember us doing that, sweetheart, or are your memories blurry because of the drug?”

“Maybe…a little bit blurry,” Melanie murmured, shifting against them again. “Maybe you should…should show me what you mean? Just to jog my memory,” she added, biting her lip.