Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Cami
It began like most dreams do, familiar but wrong. The cabin looked the same, yet everything about it shimmered in a softer kind of darkness, like candlelight bending through smoke. The air smelled faintly of firewood, and beneath that, something warmer. Something human.
I stood in the center of the room, barefoot. The floor was cool beneath my feet, grounding me in a place that felt real even though I knew it wasn’t. Then came the low voices behind me, quiet, deep. A blend of tones that rolled through my body before my mind even recognized them.
Majesty. Lex.
I didn’t turn right away. I couldn’t. Their voices wrapped around me like silk, smooth and unrelenting.
“Cami.” Majesty’s voice was rough, deliberate. It tugged at something deep in me.
“Look at us,” Lex said from the other side, calm but commanding. The sound of his voice slid along my spine like a touch I hadn’t earned but wanted anyway.
I turned.
Majesty stood to my left, jaw tight, that familiar intense energy brewing inside him. Lex mirrored him to my right, all quiet control and patience. The two of them felt like opposite ends of the same storm, and I was the lightning caught between.
They moved in slow circles around me, never touching. The air grew warmer, thicker, the space shrinking with every heartbeat.
“What is this?” I asked, but my voice came out small. Distant.
Majesty’s gaze softened. “Exactly what you want.”
Lex’s voice followed, low and certain. “What you’ve been dreaming about since you met us.”
I shook my head, but they kept coming closer. Majesty stopped first, his hand hovering near my cheek, close enough that the heat from his skin brushed mine.
“You feel it,” he murmured.
I wanted to deny it, but my pulse betrayed me. It pounded in my ears, in my chest, in every inch of me. Then Lex stepped closer from behind. His presence wasn’t demanding. It steadied. His breath grazed my neck, and I forgot how to breathe entirely.
“Tell us to stop,” he whispered.
The words hung between us, a dare wrapped in mercy. But I didn’t. Couldn’t. Majesty smiled faintly, a broken kind of triumph, and his fingers finally brushed my skin. The contact was barely there, but it split the world open.
The room tilted. Or maybe it was me. My knees felt unsteady even though I hadn’t moved. Majesty’s fingers lingered on my skin, and Lex’s hand pressed gently against the small of my back, claiming me. The two of them, so close, breathing me in, and every nerve ending screamed in protest and want.
“Cami…” Majesty’s voice was velvet and steel, heavy with promise.
I swallowed hard, trying to break the spell. But Lex’s lips brushed my neck, and all thought of resistance evaporated. His presence was steady, a counterweight to Majesty’s storm. The two of them pulled me into the space between them, and I felt whole, dangerous, and exposed all at once.
My mind reeled with desire coursing through me. Majesty’s warmth pressed against my side, Lex’s steady weight against my back. Their movements weren’t violent, but they unraveled me. My pulse raced, heart clattering against my ribs.
“Do you want us?” Majesty asked, voice low. Not a question really. A demand to seek the sensations coursing through me and decide to take him up on his offer. I wanted to scream that I did. That it scared me and thrilled me in equal measure. But words stuck in my throat.
Lex’s hand slid higher, tracing the line of my spine in slow, measured strokes. His touch was deliberate, teasing, and it sparked fire along my nerves, fire that Majesty’s presence fanned into flames.
It was too much. My chest heaved. Every exhale felt like it was being stolen from me. I was trembling, caught in the magnetic pull of two forces that had shaped me, that had broken me, that now threatened to consume me entirely.
Majesty whispered again, close enough I felt the brush of his lips against my ear. “We want you.”
Lex’s voice followed, a shadow on the other side, “And we’ve waited to see if you’d let us in.”
My mind shattered between the two. I wanted to give in. And with them so close, it became impossible to know which desire to honor first.
The dream blurred, heat and whispered names melding together. Every rational thought drowned under the current of sensation, leaving only the pulse, the proximity, and the undeniable, aching pull of two people who had shaped the contours of my heart and body.
I leaned into both of them, molding to the pull of Majesty against my front and Lex behind me. Every nerve ending tingled, alive with fire and longing I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in years.
Majesty’s lips brushed my shoulder, trailing up my neck, slow, deliberate, teasing. My fingers twitched, aching to find him, to claim him. Lex’s hand on my hip grounded me, guiding me, whispering in contact that this was okay, that I could want this, that I could want them.
I surrendered to the heat, the pressure, the rhythm of two people who knew my boundaries, my limits, my secrets and pushed me beyond all of them. My breath hitched, chest rising and falling like a storm breaking free.
I felt Majesty press closer, his lips grazing mine, teasing the edge of a kiss that would ignite everything. My lips parted, ready to meet him, ready to give in entirely. The moment stretched, suspended between heaven and temptation.
“Cami… wake up.”
The voice breaking through the haze was sharp, teasing, and insistent and belonged to Lex.
The heat, the sensation, the temptation vanished in a flash. I bolted upright, heart pounding, pulse racing, breath ragged. My skin was flushed, my body alive in ways that made me shiver and groan. My hand went to my lips, tasting the phantom of Majesty’s kiss, feeling the ghost of Lex’s touch.
I pressed my palms to my chest, trying to calm the fire that still raged beneath my skin. But the ache remained, lingering in my core, in my muscles, in the part of me that hadn’t realized how much I needed them both.
Lex sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips, his presence still steady. “You moaned my name,” he said, voice low but amused. “Thought you should know.”
I groaned, covering my face. “You’re terrible, Sir,” I muttered, heart still racing. He still had on those damn sweats and though his hair wasn’t wet anymore, it was still messy-sexy and it softened his otherwise hard demeanor.
My arousal was so intense that it throbbed in my core, desperately begging for relief. I tried to breathe in and exhale the tension that seemed to be pulling me under. I needed to be fucked and I hated how much control my hormones had over me at the moment.
Relax, you can do this. Or maybe he needed to get out so I could masturbate.
“No, baby,” he said, leaning closer, voice softening. “I’m exactly what you need.”
My mind spun, body still tingling, and in that moment I realized: the dream wasn’t over. Not in me. Not with them. It was wrapped in my reality and that’s why I couldn’t shake it. I wanted them both. Right now, it was all about Lex and the way he was looking at me.
Lex’s hands traced the curve of my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel the heat of him, pressing into every inch of me. His breath ghosted along my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“Cami,” he murmured, low and deliberate, “look at me.”
I looked up slowly, my lips just inches from his, heart hammering as I met his gaze.
There was no rush, only the weight of expectation, the knowledge that every second would stretch long enough to make me melt.
Feeling more than Lex’s eyes on me, I turned to see Majesty in the doorway, silent, watching.
My focus went back to Lex and the way his irises darkened with need, the way his hands guided me, steady and insistent.
I arched into him instinctively, lips brushing his, testing, teasing. He deepened the kiss slowly, a deliberate dance of exploration, until it consumed us. I could feel his tongue, warm and demanding, tracing mine, mapping me, coaxing me further.
His hands roamed, exploring my curves, pulling me flush against him, and the friction, the closeness, the shared breath made me forget where Majesty was. Almost.
Lex’s hands slipped lower, cupping and kneading with a precision that made me arch instinctively, a soft moan escaping my lips. I gasped at the sensation, heat pooling low in my belly. Every nerve was alive, every breath jagged, every thought consumed by him.
Majesty’s eyes burned into me from the doorway, silent but impossibly present, and the tension between the three of us made my skin buzz. Desire, longing, and curiosity all collided, and I realized I didn’t want to fight it right now. Not with either of them.
Lex pulled back just enough to look into my eyes again, lips brushing my jaw, whispering, “You’re ours right now, Cami. Just this. Nothing else matters.”
I trembled, heart racing, caught between surrender and hesitation, and the knowledge that Majesty was watching made every nerve end pulse.
I knew what was coming, what he wanted, what I wanted and it was intoxicating.
And just like that, the moment stretched, poised on the edge of temptation.
Lex lowered down my body, between my legs. I gasped when he nipped my mound.
“Do you remember your safe word?” he asked.
“Red…” I moaned because he was dragging his nose along the creases of my thighs.
“Good girl,” and then he dropped his head low, pulling my clit into his mouth.
I tried to be quiet, not give in to the sensations.
Majesty was still in the doorway, leaning, watching, waiting.
He didn’t move toward me, but he gripped the doorframe.
Was he angry? I froze, but then I noticed the bulge in his basketball shorts that rode low on his hips and his erection tenting the front. He was aroused by watching.