House Of Dragons (The Cami Bakersfield Saga Book 1)

by Samantha Snow

  She was so focused on the deepening kiss that, at first, she didn’t notice that there were more than two hands on her body, caressing and teasing her. When she did realize, Cami pulled back just enough to see that Dylan was behind her, to feel the heat of his body against her back. She once more decided not to question any of it; she’d have a lengthy discussion with both cousins later. Why not get what she wanted in the meantime?

  Nicholas moved down from her lips to her neck, kissing and nipping her sensitive skin with surprisingly sharp teeth, and Cami moaned as a hand—she realized belatedly that it was Dylan’s—slipped between her legs, rubbing her already-slick folds and pressing past them to seek out her clitoris by touch. Dylan’s other hand turned her head, and she was kissing him as Nicholas moved down to her chest, his hands cupping and squeezing her breasts, bringing one and then the other up to his mouth. Dylan’s fingertips found what he wanted, and he began stroking and rubbing her pleasure center as he kissed her.

  It was almost too much; Cami moaned as Nicholas teased her breasts, as Dylan played with her pussy, both men seemingly determined to pull her attention away from the other and onto himself. She had never been as turned on in her entire life as she was in that moment, trapped between the two Overton cousins, her body completely at their disposal. She wasn’t sure she had the presence of mind or the force of will to call a halt even if she’d wanted to, but her whole body was shaking; it was too much, too good, having both men do exactly the things she liked most.

  It would be just as good in real life too, Dylan told her mentally as he slid two fingers inside of her, wriggling them against her inner walls even as his thumb continued to work her pleasure button. Cami moaned as Nicholas’s teeth grazed her nipple, sending a jolt through her body that made her inner muscles flex.

  “You do have a nice, big bed,” Nicholas pointed out. “Lots of room for maneuvering.”

  “I’m not sure my legs work,” Cami said.

  Nicholas chuckled. “That’s no problem,” he told her. The air around her blurred, and all at once, they weren’t in the bathroom anymore; instead, they were in her bedroom, right next to her bed. Dylan’s hand moved away from her slick folds, and Cami groaned in frustration.

  “So impatient,” Dylan said. Nicholas shook his head in mock disapproval, tsking.

  “Can’t even stand to not be played with for a few seconds so she can get into bed,” Nicholas agreed. “If this ever happens for real, we might need Elijah and Alistair just to make sure she’s continuously being played with.”

  “Shut up,” Cami said, frowning. “This is a dream, remember? You should be able to do anything I want.”

  “And what you want is to be manhandled and for this to be realistic,” Nicholas pointed out. He picked her up with seemingly no effort at all, laying her on the bed.

  “And you like being teased,” Dylan added. “You can’t lie to us.”

  “I can too lie,” Cami protested. She looked at Dylan, saw him licking her fluids off of his fingers with a self-satisfied smirk.

  You can’t lie that well in your own mind, Cami, he reminded her, his voice echoing through her mind.

  “He makes a good point,” Nicholas said, climbing onto the bed with her. Dylan took off his shirt, tossing it across the room, and Cami looked for his tattoo. “I told you, it’s in an interesting place. His torso isn’t that interesting a place for a tattoo.”

  “Fine,” Cami said, rolling her eyes. “Can we get back to screwing my brains out?”

  “As you wish,” Nicholas said with a grin.

  Then, somehow, both men were on the bed, surrounding her once more, guiding her hands as they both touched and teased her. Cami’s hands found the hard bulges at the front of both men’s jeans, felt the firm outlines of their cocks straining at the material covering them, and she realized all at once that a threesome with the two men wouldn’t just be them playing with her—but her sexually attending to both of them too.

  “You can handle it,” Dylan told her. “And if not, we can be patient.”

  “Just go with the flow,” Nicholas suggested. “Let us drive for a bit.”

  Cami thought about it, and the humming in her body, the electric tension buzzing in every nerve, decided for her: if this was a sex dream, she was going to just treat it exactly like that, and let whatever happened happen.

  “Okay,” she said. “Show me what you’ve got.”

  Nicholas chuckled and slithered down over her body, pulling her legs wider apart with a gentle-yet-strong touch. Dylan’s lips claimed hers, and she gave herself up to the experiment, to letting both men do with her as they pleased, not thinking about it.

  In a matter of seconds, everything seemed to come together in a way Cami didn’t think could happen in real life; Nicholas moved down between her legs, and Dylan’s hands moved over her body as he kissed her. She broke away from the kiss to moan out as Nicholas began sucking and licking, worshipping her with his mouth, and Dylan shifted back, almost climbing off of the bed. Cami looked over, half distracted, to watch Dylan take off his jeans. She was so interested to see his tattoo that she almost didn’t take in the sight of his cock springing free, fully erect, longer than the span of her palm and then some. When her attention shifted to that, she barely missed the sight of Dylan’s family tattoo, at the spot where his thigh met his hip, smaller than the one that Nicholas had but no less detailed.

  Cami gasped as Nicholas sucked her pleasure center between his lips, his tongue swirling around the little bead of nerves, sending crackling jolts of pleasure through her body. Dylan was in front of her then once more, bringing her hand to his cock, murmuring something; she couldn’t be sure if she heard his voice in her mind or in her ears, if it was the real Dylan or her dream version of him. She pitched and writhed, trying to divide her attention between the two men; she’d always enjoyed giving pleasure, but Nicholas’s lips and tongue worked her to the point of distraction.

  “Do you want to suck me?” Dylan asked. Cami nodded, unable to form words. “You can do that if you want, you know.”

  Somehow, she shifted position so that she was facing Dylan, bringing the tip of his cock to her lips, but her lower body remained firmly pinned by Nicholas’s weight. It was easier not to question it and just accept her surreal flexibility. Cami took the tip of Dylan’s erection between her lips and began to lick and suck, tasting the salty, slightly bitter flavor of his skin, the fluids that had started to gather. Dylan’s fingers tangled in her hair, but he didn’t push her to take more of him than she wanted, instead just moaning as she took him at her own pace, moaning herself as Nicholas brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

  She lost track of what was happening, the dream shifting and moving around her. One moment she was on her back, half-turned to face Dylan and take him orally while Nicholas worked her. The next moment, she was on all fours, Nicholas reclined in front of her, and feeling the tip of Dylan’s cock rubbing against her soaking wet folds. Nicholas was not quite as long as Dylan, but thicker; the girth made it harder for her to take him fully into her mouth, and Cami was equally excited and nervous about the prospect of taking him anywhere else. As Dylan thrust into her from behind, she moaned, struggling to keep her teeth from grazing the erection in her mouth as she pushed her hips back to meet Dylan’s.

  For what felt like hours, Cami shifted between the two men in her dream, feeling their hands all over her body, changing positions. She felt herself climax with Dylan buried inside of her, taking her from behind--then in another moment she was climaxing again, this time riding Nicholas while she sucked Dylan. Her body moved around in positions she would never have considered, one orgasm leading into another, and somehow she was only getting more and more turned on in between as the two men took turns doing everything they could to her, working her in every possible way until she was panting, gasping, trembling from the intensity of it all.

  “Stop,” Cami said, curling up slightly on her side, struggling to catch her breath. “I
need to stop.” All at once, there was no one inside of her; instead, both men were on either side of her, holding her pressed between them, the feeling of their bodies comforting instead of arousing.

  “Do you want to wake up?”

  Cami wasn’t sure. “Maybe not wake up,” she said, her heart racing still. “But I thinkI think I want to sleep, as weird as that sounds.

  “You want the dream to end, but not to be awake,” Nicholas suggested.

  “Yeah, that,” Cami said. “This is the most tiring dream I’ve had in a while.”

  Both Nicholas and Dylan chuckled.

  “We’ll talk about that when you wake up,” Nicholas said. She heard him murmur something she couldn’t quite make out, and drift back into the welcoming darkness of sleep.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Elijah

  Elijah immediately felt the explosion of several emotions at once—anger, confusion, desire, and frustration—all the way from the kitchen and knew that Cami was awake.

  “Incoming!” he called out to the rest of his cousins in the living room.

  When Cami had gone quiet for a while, after taking her new purchases into the guest room, Alistair had suggested she might have decided to take a nap; Dylan had ‘heard’ a few things coming from Cami’s brain that didn’t make sense, and Nicholas had decided to tap into his secondary ability to investigate the situation. Between the two men, Elijah knew—as did Alistair—that the dream of Cami’s that Nicholas had metaphorically walked in on had been intensely graphic and sexual.

  “Whoever of us gets an actual chance with her is super lucky—and also screwed because if her real life staying power is anything like that dream?” Dylan had, once Cami had gone back to normal dreaming, excused himself to take a shower upstairs. Elijah hadn’t needed his particular abilities to know what prompted his cousin’s sudden interest in hygiene.

  “What the hell was that?” Elijah heard Cami shouting from the hallway.

  By the echoes, she was nearly at the foyer, headed for the living room. Roiling waves of emotions radiated from her, and Elijah wondered if she realized that she was broadcasting much more loudly than she had been when she first arrived or if anyone had thought to tell her that things like that were likely to happen as her draconic traits became active. He decided that the fries could wait for their second dip in hot oil and stepped out of the kitchen to take his part in the situation unfolding.

  “You had a sex dream,” Nicholas said, his voice calm.

  “You invaded my sex dream,” Cami countered.

  “Well, I was in it, apparently, but I didn’t even get to appreciate it fully,” Dylan pointed out from his usual chair in the living room.

  “I thought we were clear on how the four of you are not allowed to mess with my head,” Cami said, looking around the room.

  “Hey, neither Elijah nor I had any part in that,” Alistair pointed out.

  “Except that they got all the details from us,” Dylan said. “We didn’t think it was fair not to give them that.”

  “So, not only did the two of you participate in manipulating my sex dream, but you also brought in two more people,” Cami said. The anger started to overtake the other emotions boiling through her—all except the desire, which amused Elijah.

  “Dylan heard your mind,” Elijah explained, keeping his voice as neutral as he could manage. He could touch her emotions and deal with the situation that way. But he also knew that it wouldn’t be fair to manipulate her, and it also wouldn’t solve the problem in any kind of lasting way. “There was some weird, unexplained stuff going on directed at him. So, Nicholas entered your dream to see what was up.”

  “It wasn’t directed at him,” Cami protested. “I wasn’t—like—intentionally whispering in his ear or anything.”

  “You were loud enough that I could hear you,” Dylan said. “And since, apparently, it was about me, that made it even easier to hear it.”

  Cami’s cheeks flushed red, and Elijah saw the color spreading down onto her chest, where the neckline of her shirt ended. “Did it occur to either of you to give me some privacy? To justaddress the situation when I woke up?” Cami asked, looking at them. The desire in her was starting to flag, and Elijah felt—painfully—her embarrassment, how ashamed she felt that everyone in the room knew about her dream, and that two people in the room at least had been actively involved in it, fueling it.

  “Dylan told everyone about my first wet dream,” Elijah told her. “He ‘heard’ enough of it to know what was going on. It happened when I was staying with his family for the summer when I was like 12.”

  “Nick jumped into my dream about a girl in high school I liked,” Alistair offered. “Pretty much ruined that for me.”

  “Okay, so you guys have no real concept of boundaries is what I get from that,” Cami said tartly.

  “What I mean is, when you’re around people who can read thoughts or emotions or enter your dreams, it’s going to happen from time to time,” Elijah said. “Either intentionally or unintentionally. Anything you might dream or think or feel while you’re here isn’t something you need to be ashamed of or embarrassed about.”

  “I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Nicholas said, rising to his feet. “I was concerned and curious about what was going on. If you’ll remember, I did give you opportunities to tell me to leave. And if you had wanted me to, told me to, I would have.”

  “I was so horny I’m not even sure I could have remembered the word ‘no,’” Cami said. “You took advantage.”

  “Dylan would have still been able to ‘hear’ you,” Alistair pointed out gently. “Apparently, you’re pretty loud. Mentally, I mean.”

  “That isn’t helping the overwhelming feeling of humiliation I have right now,” Cami said.

  Elijah considered for a moment. “Is what you dreamed about really that embarrassing, though?” he asked, as softly as he could and still be heard. “I mean, it sounded to me—secondhand—like everyone had an amazing time. I’m a little envious.”

  “Me too,” Alistair said.

  “It’s embarrassing because sex dreams are supposed to be private,” Cami said. “I wasn’t exactly ready for all four of you to know anything about my sexual preferences, or fantasies, or that I even thought about any of you that way.”

  “You’re saying that like we don’t all already know you think about all of us that way,” Dylan pointed out. “Between your comment before about what if you didn’t choose, and some other things we’ve picked up on”

  “But you didn’t know specifics,” Cami insisted. “I wanted to kind of keep those to myself for a bit.”

  “It’s one dream that you had, that Nicholas got involved with,” Elijah countered. “And asintense as that dream obviously was, I don’t believe for a second that you revealed everything you think about sexually in one dream.”

  “Given how inventive you were at a moment’s notice, I’d say it’s safe to assume that the four of us could spend every night for the next year in different configurations and scenarios and still not hit all your ideas,” Nicholas said with a little smile.

  “What are you suggesting?” Cami scowled, and in spite of her obvious annoyance, Elijah felt the desire starting to increase as well.

  “I’m suggesting that if we’d done half of what you dreamed about in real life, Dylan and I would be exhausted,” Nicholas said. “Fortunately, there are two other men here that you’re also attracted to who could take over—if, of course, it was happening in real life.”

  “It was a dream! I couldn’t do half of that in real life either,” Cami countered.

  “It was a compliment,” Dylan told her. “A woman who can outdo two dragons at once? I’m actually hoping that you decide you don’t want to choose and just keep us all as co-mates.”

  “We’re not getting into me choosing or whatever mating might involve,” Cami said quickly.

  “He makes a good point, though,” Elijah said. “You’re here at least anot
her five days, four nights. There are four of us. You could give us each an audition, and there would be no hard feelings.”

  “That doesn’t solve the problem of people eavesdropping on my brain,” Cami pointed out.

  “I’m sorry I eavesdropped,” Nicholas said.

  “Technically, I couldn’t help it,” Dylan countered. “You were moaning my name loudly enough for me to hear it all the way in here.”

  “Nobody wants to invade your space,” Alistair said. “Nicholas can stay out of your dreams unless you specifically want him there, and Dylan cannot listen.”

  “Thank you,” Cami said. “That is what I would like.”

  “Are you hungry?” Elijah knew she wasn’t but also knew that food would make for a good distraction and give her some time to process the offer he’d made. “I’m in the middle of making dinner, but I can put the burgers on, finish up the fries.”

  “I could eat,” Cami said, her tone losing some of its surly edge. “But I’m not done discussing this situation.”

  “We can move it into the kitchen, so that Elijah can still participate,” Nicholas said, gesturing for everyone to adjourn to that part of the house.

  Dylan unfolded himself from the chair, and Alistair got to his feet quickly. Cami looked as though she was losing some of the momentum her righteous indignation had given her, but Elijah was fairly certain she would at least be capable of laying down the law as he finished cooking dinner.

  “I want all four of you to promise that you aren’t going to do anything—anything—to mess with my mind the rest of the time I’m here,” Cami said as they all walked into the kitchen. “Even if you’re used to just doing it, even if you think it’s harmless.”