chapter Three
Cami blinked, aware that she was dreaming, but she couldn’t do anything to change what she was seeing. She looked down and saw Colm and Linc. Colm kissed someone and his hand swept around and disappeared as if he were lifting the woman. Linc ran his hands up a rounded thigh. Cami frowned. Gods, she didn’t want to watch them make love to another woman. Colm drew back and dipped down. She found herself staring at her own face.
She felt a tugging in her core. The next instant, she was looking up at Colm. She blinked. Sensation pounded through her. Soft strokes of calloused fingers across her nipples and warm lips moving over hers. Desire thrummed through her with every beat of her heart. Slick moisture coated her p-ssy and inner thighs. Her eyes widened as she felt a hand on her thigh. Her eyes flew down her body. Linc’s hand eased over her thigh again and then smoothed inward, tipping her thigh outward.
“I remember that look.” Colm laughed softly. His lips brushed along her shoulder. “It’s almost the same as the first times we were all together. You never seemed to expect another set of hands or lips touching you.”
“It’s been a while since we’ve seen it, though. Is something wrong, nari?” Linc’s hand cupped her cheek. He looked concerned and his voice rumbled through her as though it was a rolling bolt of thunder.
She swallowed hard and shook her head. They couldn’t be calling her mate. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be the future. They didn’t want a mate. Colm didn’t want a real mate. It had to be a dream, a simple dream. Shock and disbelief did little to cool the hunger building inside her. Even though she knew it was impossible, she wanted to touch them, hold them and make them hers.
“Seems as if it’s something to me, but if you want to pretend for a little while, we can try to go back to what we were doing before you got startled.” Linc traced his finger over her upper lip.
Anything, she’d try anything to change the subject, because she wasn’t going to try to explain this, even to a dream Linc and Colm. “Just kiss me.”
“I love kissing you.” Colm nibbled his way along her jaw and cheek to her lips.
She turned her head and fastened her mouth to his. Her tongue slid against his. His big hand cupped the back of her head and gentled the kiss. Hands drew up her outer thighs and spread them wide. She drew in a breath and stiffened, but Colm didn’t release her.
“It’s just Linc, nari,” Colm whispered the words against her lips.
He turned his head and looked at Linc. She didn’t have to see his expression to know that he wondered what was wrong with her. Linc drew his fingers over her *. She gasped and a shiver ripped over her body. The sweet, intense sensation rippled through her, spreading until she ached for more of it.
“Do it again.” She met Linc’s eyes.
He smiled and deliberately trailed his fingers over the glistening lips of her p-ssy. Just when she thought he’d flick across the hood of her *, Colm pressed her back against the mattress. Her eyes caught on the expanse of broad chest so near to her and she couldn’t stop running her hands across the warm flesh. She enjoyed the feel of his muscles beneath her fingers for a time before letting them wander to the dark, flat nipples. She scraped her nails across them before pinching one.
Colm captured her hands and smiled down at her with wicked intent. “Maybe I’d like to play with you too.”
“Kiss me again.” She licked her lips as nervousness fluttered through her. She tugged a little against his hold. Being trapped or secured made her nervous.
He looked down at her and released one of her hands before nuzzling her neck. “I’m going to kiss you my way.”
His mouth trailed over her shoulder. She wriggled at the slight, tickling sensation. All of her senses seemed to heighten. She didn’t know what he was going to do. Her skin tingled with each touch. His tongue swirled across her shoulder and then he kissed his way down her chest.
Her fingers threaded into his hair. She wanted his mouth on her breast. He blew a hot puff of air over the taut nipple. She shivered and arched her back. His tongue flicked over the tip in a teasing little lash. She tightened her hand on his hair, trying to get his mouth on that aching point. He didn’t budge. A fingertip brushed her *. Her hips bucked up in demand.
Linc’s hands pressed her thighs wider. He moved between them and caught her eyes. “I’m going to get a taste of you.”
Her eyes widened, but before she could do more than draw in a breath, his tongue swiped from her entrance up over her *. Her hand tightened in Colm’s hair and her body bowed as a slice of raw pleasure slammed through her. Linc didn’t hesitate. His tongue swept across her * again and again.
Colm’s hand cupped her breast just as his mouth closed over the peak of the other. The combined sensation washed over her and she couldn’t think. Two fingers pushed into her p-ssy and began a slow counter to the flick of Linc’s tongue. Her hips lifted into the stroke of his tongue and fingers.
The slight scrape of Colm’s teeth over her nipple drew a moan from her. Her head tossed from side to side as they drove her desire higher. Two tongues swirled over her flesh. Linc’s tongue lashed her * and his fingers f*cked into her. Colm’s teeth scraped across her nipple. The sizzling heat tightened. Linc’s fingers stroked deep and he sucked her * into his mouth. She licked her lips. She couldn’t take much more. Her body bowed as raw heat exploded within her.
Cami shook with the force of the orgasm. She rolled onto her side and curled up a bit. The hard ground beneath her mat seemed even more unforgiving as the pleasure slowly faded.
That had been so intense. She had felt the wet heat of their mouths against her skin, felt the pressure of their fingers against her. So real. As much as she hated the dreams where she was an observer, she’d rather watch than be drawn into another dream similar to that one. Even now, she couldn’t help wondering if that was a vision of the future. She didn’t need the hope. She wiped at a tear. There wouldn’t ever be anything as good as that between her and them.
The dreams only added to the problem. Part of her wanted nothing more than to grab onto any slight chance of happiness. She had to remember the facts. She had problems trusting men in power and those two ruled a Thent, an entire clan of Santir. On top of that, they didn’t want a mate, Colm especially. In the dreams, she’d heard him say he’d never take a true mate. She didn’t know why, but after seeing him f*ck so many other women in those visions, she knew it was better they never know of the link between them.