chapter Twenty-Five
Linc walked down the hall in their section of the Thent. She was here somewhere. He could feel her magic swelling and ebbing with a reassuring rhythm. Feeling that slight rise in her power had at first worried him, but then he’d felt it lower and rise again. He realized she must be practicing.
He took his time, pausing to look into each room. He had no idea what he was going to say to her. Well, other than telling her about what they’d found. Colm could be here too, but the stubborn man insisted that Linc was better with words. Maybe Colm didn’t say things in the most diplomatic way, but he got his point across. Sometimes, blunt was better than finding the single right word. Shaking his head, he pushed open the door and stood there looking at Cami.
Her hair flowed down her back, but the energy in the room caused it to ripple as the magic rose. He leaned against the door frame watching her for a moment, gathering his thoughts. She was beautiful and the strength in her amazed him. She’d come through an experience that would have left some people broken.
“What are you doing?” He asked the question softly when she’d released the magic she’d gathered.
“Practicing.” She turned slowly.
He saw the wariness in her eyes and cursed silently. The chatar was right. They had to trust in her as much as she had to learn to trust them. She shouldn’t ever look at them that way. He needed to wipe away the hurt he saw in those gorgeous gold orbs. He also understood what she left unsaid. She wanted to be ready. Just in case.
“You were doing well.” Linc took a deep breath and decided to start with the obvious. “We found sign near the edge of the forest of someone hiding and waiting for some time. At least most of the morning, judging by the signs and small indications of movement.”
“They were gone?” Her head tilted, but she didn’t seem to be surprised at all.
“No one saw anything other than the spot where they’d been. I think we only found that because they saw us coming out to search and didn’t have time to clear away the marks.” Linc wished they’d found some other signs of those two men. Even a trail would be welcome. He wanted to end this so that he could focus on cementing the relationship with Cami. He didn’t want her attention on anything other than them, but until this was over, she needed to be on guard.
“You think it is Laed and Kynar now?” She took a deep breath. The slow, deliberate choice of words more than anything made him wish he could undo everything that had happened. He didn’t want her watching her words around them.
“Even humans who know they’re dealing with shifters don’t completely hide their scent. It’s not an easy thing to do. There was no trace of scent, even when they were obviously rushing to get out of the area.” Linc sighed. Those two men thought of too much. They were dealing with shifters this time. The only shifters who might come after them were the two false Ardin.
“Are there still people searching for them or is it back to the waiting game?” She stared at him.
He couldn’t read her expression, but guessed she wondered if he’d tell her what they planned to do now. He wanted to take her into his arms, but she stood stiffly. The look and body language screamed for distance. He locked his feet into place to give her that space for a little longer.
He wouldn’t last long. He ached to hold her. Even if he couldn’t find the right words, he knew that being close to her would help.
“There are men looking for them. Since we couldn’t find much trace of them, it’s not going to be easy.” Linc didn’t soften the words. He wasn’t going to lie to her to make her feel better now when it would hurt her later. “We’ll probably have to wait a little, but it’s not going to be the only thing we do. We’ll be actively hunting them.”
Her jaw tightened for a moment before she nodded.
“Cami, we shouldn’t have been so quick to think that nervousness caused your reaction. We knew you were surprised at going outside the walls and that was part of the reason that it was so believable. There’s not a good reason to explain why we were so ready to believe that it might be so simple. I was thinking it was simply fear and nerves even before you started telling us what you were feeling.” Linc hoped that she listened to them better than they had her.
“I know you did. I knew it at the time. That was part of what made me so mad.” Cami’s muscles relaxed a little. “I didn’t expect you to admit it so easily though.”
“We made a mistake. It won’t be our last. Next time, fight a little harder to make us listen.” Linc raised a brow as he said those last words. The woman had eluded the false Ardin, found him and Colm even when she knew it was going to make her life more difficult and tried to fight the mate bond. She had courage enough to argue with them wherever they were.
“Fight a little harder? What am I supposed to do? Grab you and hold you down?” Her lips twitched, but her body was still tense.
Linc grabbed onto that small sign of hope. Maybe her anger had cooled enough that she wouldn’t need to relax more. He wanted to be with her. He’d seen the spot where the man had hidden. She’d been only four or five body lengths from danger. Scenes and images of her bloody and hurt replayed in his head until the tiron inside clawed to get out and grab her.
Now that he was in the same room, the urge settled a little, but it wouldn’t still until he held her in his arms. He didn’t know how Colm stayed away from her. His bond brother’s anxiety burned through the link between them. Yet he remained with the other men.
“There are places you could grab that would definitely get my attention. Get in my face or yell. Tell me to admit you’re right or prove you wrong. Something.” He grinned. He could imagine her doing that.
“I know those places, but you wouldn’t be much use to me for a while after. Of course, there’s always Colm, so it’s a definite possibility. And have you ever told Colm to prove you wrong? Because he’s just as intimidating as you are.” She looked at him through her lashes. Her hand crept to her hip.
That was better. He wanted to see her relaxed and sassy.
“Don’t give me that excuse. You’ve yelled and opposed us before when it was important. If it matters, don’t let us get away with brushing your concerns to the side. Hell, toss up this incident as a reminder.” He took a step closer, simply to see how she’d react. She didn’t back away from him or tense up on him.
“Never thought I’d get permission to use a mistake against you. What are you going to do now?” Her head tilted and she studied him through gorgeous gold eyes veiled by thick lashes.
“Do?” His grin turned wicked and his eyes swept down her body. He knew what he’d like to be doing. “Well, I thought I’d show you a few things that you haven’t seen before and then we’d play.”
“Play?” She raised an eyebrow. “I thought you’d be out searching or something. Where’s Colm?”
“Colm’s supervising practice. Men are still searching, although they’ll pull back in when night falls. I’m free to do what I want now. Since you’re in the mood to practice your magic, I know ways to make it much more interesting.” Linc brushed his hand over her cheek. His heart nearly slammed out of his chest when she turned her face into his palm. “Are you willing to try?”
“We can try, but I don’t know where play comes in with magic. You know I don’t have control over it.” She frowned and her hand rose to cover his lightly.
“Do you trust me to know what I’m doing when it comes to magic?” He waited for her answer. Nervousness bounced through him with such force that he was surprised his whole body wasn’t shaking with it. If she didn’t, this was going to take a long time. He’d wait, but it wouldn’t be easy.
“I know you wouldn’t hurt me with your magic. That part is easy, but it’s me. I don’t trust myself to know what to do or to control the level of power.” She licked her lips and took a deep breath as if she was bracing for something.
“I trust you, Cami.” He captured her hand and held it gently as he drew it down between them. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me with your magic.”
“I lose control. At that inn, I blasted you across the room when I lost control of my magic. If I lose it again, you could be hurt badly.” She shook her head.
He could almost see her pulling back. His hand tightened around hers, but he was careful not to squeeze too hard. She took a deep breath and looked nervous, but she didn’t pull away from him.
“You’re not going to hurt me. Not even when you get excited.” Linc knew the fear was real, but the only way to convince her that she could do this safely was actual experience. He hoped she gave him the chance to show her that there was nothing she needed to fear with this.
“Are you sure?” She licked her lips and looked up at him through her lashes. He wanted to lean down and swipe his own tongue across those lush, moist curves.
“I’m very sure. Are you willing to try?” He didn’t give in to the urge. This needed to be her choice. He didn’t want her to think she’d been pushed into it. Not because he thought she’d regret it. He wanted her to trust herself where her magic was concerned.
“All right, let’s see if you can teach me to play with my magic. I don’t know how it’s possible though. I don’t want to hurt you.” She shrugged.
He saw the hope in her eyes and the trace of wariness. She didn’t have anything to worry about, but reassuring her again wasn’t going to help. He took her hand and drew her over to the bed. Since it wasn’t used, only a thin dust sheet rested across the bare mattress. He brushed his hand over it. When his fingers came away free from dust, he decided that they could leave it on the bed.
“Normally, I’d want to be naked before we start this, but you’re a little nervous so we’ll start slow. I’ll let you go first. For a while.” He had to add that last part, because she needed to feel the pleasure magic as well as perform it. As much as he was enjoying feeling the sizzle of her magic on his skin, he needed to make her wild too. “Most of this is going to come naturally to you once the magic starts flowing. You won’t have to focus as much as you do when you’re practicing.”
“That’s good. What do I do?” She sat on the bed and her head cocked to the side. She relaxed a little more with each moment.
“I want you to think about pleasure. How it feels to have a hand running over your stomach and up to your breasts. How it feels to have fingers tugging on your nipple or stroking your *.” He smiled and eased onto the bed beside her. So far so good.
Her eyes widened. “Really, just that? I’m not supposed to try to put the feelings into the magic?”
“I’m teaching here.” Linc reached over and tugged her thighs wider. His hand pressed her skirt between her legs and he rested his fingers over her p-ssy. Even through the fabric, he could feel her heat. “Now do what I say or do I need to remind you of how those sensations feel.”
She turned and glared up at him. “No, I can remember them.”
“Rest your hands palm up in your lap and get started. I might decide to play if you don’t hurry.” He kept his lips in a straight line with effort.
She drew her lip back in a small snarl. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. He saw her body relax a little. Her nipple poked at the fabric of her shirt, the stiff peak clearly visible. He tore his eyes away from that encouraging sign and focused on her hand. He could see the first of the magic beginning to pool there.
She didn’t notice it. Her eyes remained closed and her breath hitched a little. The hazy purple mist began to pool in her palms waiting to be harnessed. He watched and waited. It needed to strengthen a little before he showed her what she’d created. It would dissipate with the shock. She needed to see and feel it.
When the magic had grown into two amorphous masses in her palms, he decided that it should be strong enough. “Open your eyes and look at your hands.”
He watched her, but didn’t know what to expect. Her eyes widened and she straightened. Her gaze lifted to his.
“What did I do?” She licked her lips and her fingers flexed a little.
“That’s the way it’s supposed to happen. It probably would have happened naturally at some point. You’ll be able to call it forth, but you can send it away too. It won’t hurt you, Colm or me.” Linc kept his voice quiet and calm. He tried to force his lips into a straight line. He didn’t want her to think he was laughing at her. Sometimes, her reactions made him smile.
“What do I do with it?” She lifted one of her hands and then set it back down when the hazy purple magic moved over her palm. “It tingles.”
“You’re going to torment me for a little while.” He lifted his hand and brushed his fingers across her cheek. “Let me get more comfortable and you can start.”
He stood and took off his boots and his shirt. The pants he left fastened, because he wanted the control the tight fabric gave him. He knew how intense the magic running over his skin could feel and he didn’t want this to end too soon. Walking around the bed, he settled down on his back in the center. With his fingers together behind his head, he took a deep breath and focused on letting her learn to trust at least this part of her magic.
“But what do I do with this?” She frowned as she slowly made her way around the bed. Her knee braced on the bed. She remained poised there as if she didn’t want to risk getting closer until she knew exactly what to do.
“It’s magic. What do you want it to do?” Linc raised a brow. “If you were here and I was standing there comtemplating what to do, I’d probably start with your breasts. I’d slowly trickle the magic over your chest. As it spread, maybe it would send little shocks across your nipples or make them feel as if they were being sucked.”
“I just imagine what I want it to do?” Her head tilted and he saw the interest lighting her eyes. He knew she’d like the idea of teasing him.
“If you think it, will it, the magic will do it. Now how long are you going to keep me waiting?” He raised an eyebrow in challenge. “I have plans for playing as well.”
“Will it to do what I want…” Her voice trailed off and her eyes roamed over his chest and down to where his cock strained against the fabric of his pants.
He took a deep, steadying breath as images slammed into his head of what she might do. Maybe he should have told her what to do. If she did any of what he was picturing, he wasn’t going to last long before grabbing her and showing her how it felt to have the magic pulsing over her. He clenched his jaw. He needed to let her play and relax with it as long as possible.
“It will do anything you want. If you want it in a certain form, you just have to picture and want it to be in that shape. Now show me what you can do.” He smiled at her. He’d have to make sure she got a chance to practice on Colm too. He wasn’t going to be the only one she tortured.
She cupped the magic in both hands and then trailed the purple mist from his shoulders to his stomach in a slow, winding trail. Sparks danced through him wherever the magic touched his skin. The sensation seared when it touched his trika, causing his back to arch, lifting into the phantom touch. It simply sat there as she trailed the last of the magic over his stomach, but damn, he wanted it to move. Simply having it trailing across his upper body teased him when he knew the sensation that magic could give.
“How did you learn this?” she asked softly.
The quiet question caught him off guard. He focused on answering her and tried to ignore the tingling sensation of her magic moving over his skin. He’d have to ask her a few questions while he played to show her how difficult it was to focus on anything other than the promise of pleasure.
“Not nearly as intimately as this. It was a little strange. The same man who instructed me in basic magic sat and talked with a group of us about it and told us how to do it. Told us to try it when we were alone and if we had any questions to come back and talk to him.” He shrugged.
“I think I like this way.” She wriggled her fingers as the last of the magic drifted onto his stomach. “I definitely like being able to play and see how you like it. I think I’ll start with one of your ideas.”
Her eyes locked on his chest. He felt the tingling magic pulse and then the lower end of it began to drift up his body. Heat spread over his skin as the mist trailed up to his chest. It separated into two distinct masses and pooled over his nipples.
Prickling sparks spread. He felt nails scraping over the tips of his nipples, but both of her hands were in sight. His cock hardened even more and pressed against the fabric of his pants. He wanted to grab her and show her how good this felt. Maybe he shouldn’t have talked so much about what he’d do to her.
“This really feels good to you?” she asked softly. Concern darkened her eyes.
“Gods, yes. You’ll see when I get my turn to play with you.” He couldn’t wait. The magic swirled over his skin, sending a fiery wave straight down to his cock.
He moaned and she smiled. Her hand stroked over the top of the magic. She’d feel a little of the tingle he was feeling. He could almost see her confidence growing and the torturous ideas bubbling inside her head. She braced her hand near his shoulder and leaned down to watch. Stinging pleasure pulsed through him as the mass of magic rolled and swirled over the darkened skin surrounding his nipples. His hips arched involuntarily.
“Um, looks as if there’s a part of you I’ve been neglecting here. I’ll take care of that. I wouldn’t want to leave any part of you untouched.” She licked her lips and straightened. Her hands went to the leather laces at his fly.
He swallowed, but strained to keep his hands laced behind his head when his entire body vibrated with need. You can do this. The encouraging thought did little to quell the heat and hunger burning him. He itched to get his turn to play with her.
She pushed the fabric apart and his cock sprang free from the confines. Her fingers brushed the sensitive shaft and his hips pumped upward. He didn’t know what she had planned, but he ached to feel those fingers wrap around him. His mind locked on how close those warm fingers were to his cock.
“Much as I’d love to taste you, I think I need to practice a little more.” She smiled. The heat and anticipation in those eyes stole his breath. Hazy magic twisted and turned in her palm for a moment before she tipped her hand and spilled it right over his cock.
Hot sparks flared and burst as the mist rolled over his cock. His hips bucked up even as his hands jerked from behind his neck. He had only a second to realize that the mating magic wasn’t just running over his cock. It surrounded and rippled over his cock. He grabbed her shoulders and tugged her down.
His lips captured hers. Thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, he kissed her. Tugging at her, he tried to draw her onto his aching cock. She resisted, laughing softly. He growled in frustration.
One of her hands wrapped around the shaft. The warmth of her hand combined with the tingling torture of the magic drove all thought other than release out of his head. Her fingers drew up the length. She pumped his cock, her grip tightening on the downstroke.
The magic rippled over and around the shaft sending sparks straight up his spine. Her thumb smoothed over the rounded head of his cock. Not yet. Not yet. He wanted to be inside of her first. She swept the pad across one more time. Light exploded across his eyes. His breath caught and his hips jerked as he came. The pleasure roared over him leaving him shaking and gasping for breath.
He looked at Cami and found her licking her fingers. Her eyes glowed and a small smile curved her lips. A very satisfied little tiron licking her paw. Determination pulsed through him. The next time he came, he’d be deep inside her, but first, he was going to see her as wild as she’d made him.
Cami licked her fingers again. He tasted good. Each lick reinforced the fact that he was her mate. She occasionally wondered if she’d taken it a step too far, too fast. Even the way they focused on her once they learned she was their mate had reassured her.
Still, she wondered if it was really her they wanted or simply their mate. She wanted more than the physical attraction. Her emotions already flared high and probably started growing from the first even when fear urged her to keep her distance. She needed them to feel that same true, deep passion.
She leaned down and brushed her lips across Linc’s. That had been fun. She hadn’t been this relaxed around her magic ever. His hands tightened on her shoulders and the fingers dug in a little more firmly than comfortable. She met his burning gaze and gasped. Hunger and intent burned there.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that, sweet Cami. You’re going to love it.” His hands pressed on her shoulders and he rolled her. Her back pressed against the bed cover and he knelt over her. “I hope you’re ready for this, because I’m in the mood to play now.”
His head lowered and his teeth grazed her shoulder. She shivered at the touch and wriggled in anticipation. The touch of magic had sent him out of control. If it felt even half as good as she imagined, she couldn’t wait for him to play. Slick, warm moisture slipped from her p-ssy as she looked up at him. She couldn’t stop imagining what he said he wanted to do with the magic.
“Not panicking yet. If you wait too long, I might.” She raised an eyebrow. He wouldn’t need to watch her face very closely to know that she was teasing.
“I can give you something else to think about.” His head lowered again and his tongue swirled over her pulse point.
She expected a kiss or for him to draw back and let her see him form the magic. As his lips moved over her neck, she felt warmth spread over her belly. Then tingles spread slowly. The prickling sensation pulsed and stroked, almost the same as a lover’s hand, but she’d never felt this sparkling intensity when someone touched her belly. Desire coiled low in her belly. The inner muscles of her p-ssy clenched in anticipation. How would that feel when it touched her breasts? She squeezed her thighs together.
“You sent me right over the edge.” His lips trailed over her jaw and his tongue swept across her lips once before it thrust into her mouth in a fierce claiming. “I loved it, but let me show you how intense the mating magic can be when you combine the magic with touch.”
“Show me what you can do. Maybe I’ll learn something and try it out on Colm later.” She grinned at the thought of doing to him what she’d done to Linc. She might need a few extra tricks to take him over the edge.
“You’ll definitely be playing with him later.” He licked her lips. He kissed her cheek and then nibbled his way down her neck.
She shivered and ran her hand over his back. Her palm itched with the heat of the magic. She’d love to rub it across his back and shoulders to excite him as he did her. Now that he’d shown her this new kind of magic, she wanted to use it, but held back. He wanted to show her pleasure. She wasn’t going to take that away from him. Relaxing on the mattress, she enjoyed the sizzle of magic across her belly. What she felt now would probably be eclipsed by the sensation when the magic touched her breasts or her p-ssy.
His mouth touched her shoulder and the magic on her stomach floated up her rib cage and teased the underside of her right breast. It rippled over her trika. A shiver raced over her body. Tingling heat raced over her skin and seemed to tug a string connected straight to her *. Her breath caught and her back arched. She groaned, frustrated because there was nothing to offer a firmer pressure or harder touch at her breasts.
The magic hadn’t even touched her nipples yet. Thoughts flew from her grasp. She could only focus on the burning desire building inside her. His teeth grazed over her skin. She wriggled her body, straining for more. His fingers brushed over her midriff. Her skin seemed hypersensitive and even the soft brush of air over it sent tingles spiraling through her.
“I love watching you move and listening to the sound of your voice as the heat begins to get to you. I’m going to hear more of that.” His tongue swirled over the slope of her breast.
Her breath caught in her throat at the growled promise. The magic flowed up her breast as his mouth moved closer to her other nipple. The prickling sparks from the magic contrasted with the warmth of his breath and the soft brush of his lips. Her fingers clenched and her muscles tightened. She didn’t know how much of this she could take without grabbing him, pushing him onto his back and riding him until she screamed her pleasure. She didn’t think she had the same control he did. The man knew what he was doing and every touch sent hunger spiraling tighter.
As the magic swirled around her nipple, she drew in a hissing breath. Her body tightened and she couldn’t stay still. His hand brushed over her thigh. Without thought, her leg turned out, giving him more access to her p-ssy. Her inner muscles clenched. She ached for more, but she didn’t want it to end.
“Don’t hold back. Let me hear what you’re feeling.” Linc looked up at her briefly before his tongue swirled around her nipple almost imitating the flow of magic.
She groaned. “The magic, it’s warm and those tingles… Gods, I’ve never felt anything close to it. But your tongue is wet and firm, touching me just the way I need. Together, I don’t know how long I can hold back. And I was already hungry from playing with you.”
“We haven’t even gotten to the serious teasing yet.” His lips closed around her nipple as the last word left his mouth.
Her eyes widened. A moan tore from her lips when his teeth grazed her nipple. The building urgency tore at her control. She clenched her hands on the nubbly fabric beneath her.
“I won’t last through serious teasing.” Her tongue swiped over her lips. She didn’t know how long she’d last even if he’d gone first. It felt too good.
“Maybe I don’t want you to last through serious teasing. I love seeing you screaming and writhing as the heat takes you.” His hand covered her breast as he looked up at her and grinned.
She grabbed his hand and drew it down her body to her p-ssy. His finger dipped between the lips and stroked her *. She shuddered and drew in a hissing breath. He wasn’t making this easy.
“I need you inside me when I come. I feel so empty.” The magic swirled around her nipple and she felt tugging sensations as if fingers plucked and tweaked the hardened bud. She arched, but the lack of anything solid to increase the pressure frustrated her even more.
He groaned and a shudder shook his body. “Damn, woman. You know what to say to get your way. We are going to play later, though. Don’t think it will be so easy to get your way then. First, though, I’m going to get in a little more playtime.”
His fingers grazed her * again and her hips bucked up against them. He smiled before he drew her nipple back into his mouth. She couldn’t keep her hands on the bed anymore. Her fingers speared through his hair, holding his head tight against her. Her feet moved restlessly. She wanted to feel his weight against her, the warmth of his body pressing into hers.
Tingles spread across her ribs and stomach as part of the magic separated from the mass at her breast. The pulling sensation continued there, but sparkling heat rolled down her stomach. Her focus shifted to the heat creeping closer to her p-ssy until a finger flicked across her *. A shiver tore down her body.
“I want you to know at least the touch of the magic here, i’ma. I’ll ensure that you don’t come, though.” His head lifted and he met her eyes.
Another shiver ran over her. She had the feeling that if he wanted, he could delay her orgasm for as long as he desired. She hoped that wasn’t what he meant this time. “No magic other than this?”
“With no magic other than this. I’m not going to draw it out for too long this time. Maybe one time when we’re all playing together we can delay the pleasure longer.” Linc dropped a kiss on her nipple before easing his way down her body.
Her breath hitched as she realized what he intended. Her thighs tightened, but he held them wide and then eased between them. She tried to tug him back up using her grip on his hair, but he untangled her fingers and pressed them to the mattress at her side.
“Easy, you know you like my mouth on you.” Linc licked her thigh and then nuzzled against the sensitized skin.
“Too much.” At the moment, she didn’t care if he thought she meant it would be too much or if she liked it too much. Both applied. The magic slid down over her mound, but merely traced along the outer lips. The misty, featherlight touch sent tingles up her spine and her heart raced.
He laughed softly. “Now you know what I felt just before you sent me flying right over the edge.”
She knew that if he made her come he’d make her wild again, but she didn’t want to come without him. His tongue swiped over her folds. Her hands clenched at her sides and she bit her lip, trying to gain a little control. She ached so much she wanted to scream and beg for him to give her more of anything to send her over the edge, but she held back. The magic was great, but she wanted her man.
His fingers parted her folds and his mouth lowered. Her body trembled and her hips arched against his face as his breath brushed over the too sensitive flesh. His tongue flicked at the hardened nub of her *. Lost in sensation, she could only try to hold onto the last of her control long enough to feel his cock pushing inside of her. Much more of this torture and she’d come without it.
His fingers pushed inside her p-ssy and she shivered. Her inner muscles rippled around those thick digits, greedily pulling at them. She wanted more inside her than his fingers. Linc’s mouth lowered, and as his fingers withdrew, his tongue pushed into her. He groaned and lapped at her as if dying of thirst. She arched and writhed.
“Linc, please, f*ck me.” She tugged at him, trying to pull him up her body.
He rose to his knees between her thighs. “Just hearing you makes me as hard as stone. I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
“F*ck me.” Her fingers slid over his shoulders before she gripped his arms. Her fingers dug into the warm, muscled flesh.
He waved his hand and most of the magic disappeared, but she could still feel the tingles and heat of the misty patch hovering over her slit. It slid between the lips and over her *. She hissed as the magic sent a jolt straight through her body. She shivered, close to coming and aching for more.
His cock nudged the swollen lips before he guided the head to her entrance. Her hips lifted in hungry demand as his hips rocked forward, driving his cock deep. His hands gripped her hips, lifting them off the bed as he rocked into her. His lips pulled back from partially descended fangs.
Magic swirled over her *. It felt as if fingers flicked and rubbed at the sensitive bundle of flesh. She screamed as a wave of raw pleasure roared over her. Linc’s hips pounded into hers. His shout sounded and she felt the hot spurt of his semen. His hands caught his weight as he came down on her, but he rolled them until he rested on the bed and she nestled on top of him.
His hand stroked up and down her back and he nuzzled her neck. “You have to promise to try what you did to me with Colm.”
She rubbed her cheek against his chest. “I’m not sure Colm would let me finish playing that way.”
Of the two, Colm was the more impatient and at times, aggressively predatory. Dealing with them one on one usually required different tactics. Playing sex games with them wouldn’t be much different. She’d have to try something else on Colm.
“Maybe not, but I can guarantee that he’ll enjoy it.” He smiled. “You wouldn’t want him to feel left out now, would you?”
“You’re just not brave enough to do it yourself.” She grinned and brushed the hair away from his cheek.
He laughed, not seeming at all offended. “If I did it to him, he’d do it to me when I least expected it. We’d end up wrestling around on the floor. With you, you do it to him and you both have fun after a while. He would make you crazy with desire before f*cking you until you’re limp and sated.”
“Is that supposed to make me want to try it on Colm?” She levered up a little to look down at him.
“Try what on Colm?” Colm’s voice came from near the door.
Cami looked over and saw him leaning against the wall, looking relaxed and as if he’d been there for a while. His eyes ran over her from head to toe in hungry appraisal. She half expected him to start stripping in a moment and join them on the bed.
“Playing with magic.” Cami didn’t want to go into the specifics of how they were discussing playing with magic and him.
“And you don’t want to play with me?” He raised an eyebrow, but a slight frown tilted his lips.
“I do want to play with you. My way. His suggestions would land me in trouble.” She tilted her head toward Linc. “I think he wants to watch and tease when it happens.”
“He does have a tendency toward mischief. We both know he’d enjoy watching. Now, what did you do to him that he wants you to try on me?” Colm grinned.
Cami blushed. He’d seen right through her tactics. “You’ll find out if I decide to try it on you. Since he wants to see your reaction, I’m sure he’s not going to tell you.”
“Maybe not, but I’m sure when we do play, I can make you tell me.” He smiled and held out his hand. “It’s almost time to eat. Did you want to wash before we go down?”
“That would be good. Maybe you can interrogate Linc while I’m gone. He might tell you what you want to know if you’re persistent.” She took his hand and slid off the bed into his arms.
He hugged her tight. His calloused hands smoothed over her back. Large palms settled over her buttocks. His fingers tightened, pulling her as close as they could get when he was wearing clothes. Her hands slid around his back and she tilted her head back. She wanted a kiss. His head lowered, but his lips brushed her forehead before he set her away from him. His hand patted her buttocks a little more firmly than necessary.
“Better hurry and go. Seeing you all rosy and sated makes me want to see if I can make you look even more cuddly and satisfied.” Colm’s gaze swept down her body and lingered on her breasts before lowering to her hips and thighs. “I know just where I’m going to start.”
“Later. I’m a little hungry.” She laughed as she slipped into her shirt. He might want her, but she was safe for now.
“Later, I’m going to make you tell me what Linc wants you to do.” Colm ruffled her hair.
She looked forward to him trying.