It did.
She took another step toward Kallen. His muscles flexed in anticipation as she approached. His dark eyes flashed, gaze dropping over her body. Another pulse of heat flushed her and yet she paused. There was something just not right. No matter how much she admired the man…no. Not like this. Her hand rose of its own accord to reach for her lover.
“Matt?”
There was no hesitation. He was there, his fingers meshed through hers. He stayed behind her, his mouth making urgent contact with the tender spot beneath her ear. Goose bumps formed instantly over her entire body. Her nipples tightened, her core grew wet and she ached for him to take her.
Before her, Kallen waited. His expression hunger-filled. His body taut and ready—fight or flight. Or a hard driving desire to join with her. Kallen’s face revealed more than he probably wanted. That it wasn’t simply his need for a cure—her power alone—that attracted him. With Matt at her side, she could do this.
She held out her other hand to her fellow air shifter, and the final distance between them disappeared.
He let his fingers envelope hers, gentle yet firm. With his right hand he touched her cheek, a fleeting, delicate caress as he stared into her eyes. At her back, moisture painted her skin as Matt licked her shoulder blade. Kallen’s nostrils flared momentarily, as if sensing the fresh flush of arousal Matt’s touch had provoked.
Kallen leaned forward and kissed her. Lips solid and confident in the contact. Laurin waited for guilt to arrive, but in its stead, a blaze of yearning ignited and she was lost.
The kiss deepened, his tongue stroking hers, lips and teeth involved. Hands caressing, tugging, lifting. Swirling and coaxing a response harder and hotter than she’d expected.
Because it wasn’t simply Kallen. It was Matt as well. His mouth, his hands, his attention focused one hundred percent on her. Giving her pleasure. Stirring up the sexual flames inside to the point there was little left to consume without her burning up completely.
How, with only their hands on her skin, could they trigger such a response? Their mouths, the faint brush of the air from their lungs, the gentlest of touches from the pads of their fingertips—none of them in themselves overpowering, but as a united front?
Urgency grew great in her core. Needing—something more—and Laurin let her head drop to the side. A slow twist rubbed her torso against the smooth skin of Matt’s chest as he pressed intimately close. Near enough his arousal was obvious, hard and hot in contact with her hip.
Kallen’s breath sped up as he cupped her breast, warm air feathering over the peak a split second before his lips made contact. He sucked, and pleasure dropped like a heavy anchor from his mouth to the aching place between her legs. Laurin glanced down to watch, letting the eroticism of seeing him lick and suckle drive the experience higher. Her heart pounded, the tingle of her orgasm far too close to deny even after only the short time of lovemaking.
She’d been on edge since Kallen had arrived. Hell, in terms of being sexually needy, her entire world had ridden the height of pleasures ever since she’d gotten together with Matt.
A sudden gasp escaped her lips as her lover scooped her up and lowered her to the blanket, his body covering hers briefly as their mouths met. His taste—so familiar, so enticing—filled her senses. Memories from earlier days together swirled through her mind, and the ache in her body refused to be diminished. He chuckled softly as she kissed him back fiercely.
“I like how you cling to me, Moonshine.” Matt’s words tickled in her ear, his lips fluttering along the rim as he rolled them to the side. Laurin flushed as she untangled her fingers from his hair. She hadn’t realized how quickly she’d taken possession of him. Another body joined them. Kallen crawled alongside her, stretched out at her back.
Trapped between two men—one who held her heart, one who she admired and desired. The last lingering twinges of her modesty fell away, and she smiled, staring at Matt.
“I’m ready.” She levered herself up slightly to take hold of the firm muscle in his neck, licking it and suckling. Leaving a mark with her teeth and tongue to show he was hers. At the same time with her top hand, she reached back. Catching hold of Kallen’s hip, she tugged him toward her.
Their response came in a flash. Both men groaned, the utterances rising low and rumbling from deep in their chests. The sounds were primal and primitive, and Laurin welcomed the answering shot of lust that made her wetter than before.
Kallen rocked against her, his shaft heating her skin, moisture from his cock brushing her ass cheek. Matt returned to her lips, hands falling to her breasts to plump and mold them as the heat between them increased. The gentleness of moments before dissipated and the ride kicked up a notch.
When Matt left her mouth and turned to her breasts with his lips, forcing her to her back, Laurin fought to contain her cries of pleasure. That worked for a moment. Just long enough to notice Kallen was no longer at her side. Then her thighs were separated and Kallen buried his tongue in her sex.
“Oh. Oh yes.” Flustered, yet needy, she willingly drew her knees farther apart.
The air shifter muttered his approval and increased his pace. His tongue lingered over the increasingly sensitive peak of her clit. Fingers slid over her labia, smooth and teasing. He circled, and circled, rarely dipping any farther into her core. Never enough to make her fly over the edge.
“Bastard…”
Matt lifted his head from where he’d been worshipping her breasts. The tips of her nipples stung, the faint breeze against them cool after the heat of his mouth. He glanced down at where Kallen was tormenting her with pleasure. Matt took a deep breath, shaky and rapid. When he turned back to her, his eyes glowed—oh God, the fires reflected in them were powerful enough to nearly make her climax.
“You are so beautiful. So giving.” The words floated to her ears through a rising buzz as her blood pumped harder and harder. Matt stared, his fingers circling one breast, then the other, tweaking and pulling her nipples until she wanted to scream. The whole time he watched. Every touch Kallen made must have registered on her face. And when the air shifter finally, finally thrust his fingers into her core, the bright sky behind Matt’s head disappeared as her vision distorted. Pleasure was the only thing that registered.
Her climax rocked on, between the encouragement of Kallen’s mouth, his steady thrust of into her sex, and the expression on Matt’s face as he watched.
Her heart was full to overflowing. Love for the water shaman. There was no jealousy in him, she felt the emotions he shared even now. His delight in seeing her receive the gift of ecstasy from Kallen’s touch. His satisfaction that he would have forever in the future to provide more for her. Not only sexually, but as a friend and more.
Tears threatened. Laurin thought she’d managed to contain them, but when Matt stroked his thumb over her cheek, he caught moisture and wiped it aside. He didn’t need to say the words; his body and soul spoke straight into hers. Through their intimate connection of minds, he poured out his blessings. Swore his commitment and offered all his love.
That’s what the physical desire she felt for Kallen lacked. The element of forever simply wasn’t there.
She was a contented puddle on the blanket, and they’d only begun. Laurin sat up and reached to smooth her fingers through Kallen’s dark hair as he kissed her intimately one last time before rising, his face covered with a broad grin. He might not be able to speak yet, but his thoughts were obvious.