easy to resist the urge. The tiron wants your blood for what you’ve done.”
“How about I take her from your hands, Lady? So that your temper isn’t pushed any more than necessary.” The voice came from the direction of the kitchen, but she knew the man had probably come from the connecting hall near the kitchen door.
Cami nodded and waited for the man to get hold of the woman before she released her. As soon as her hands were free, she took a couple of steps back just to put some distance between her and the woman. She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes.
The aggressive, possessive animal raged inside her. Cami didn’t want to attack her again, but the tiron still saw a threat. It was worse this time than it was the last time. She didn’t know why, either. The blonde hadn’t touched either Linc or Colm in her presence or even been near them when the fight started.
She spun and paced a little down the hall. Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides. Distance wasn’t helping much. A few other men rushed into the hallway and took the woman away. Now that the blonde was out of sight, the tiron settled a little, but still wanted to go hunt her down.
She heard Colm’s voice first. Her head rose and she spun. With her eyes locked on the end of the hallway, she searched for her two men. She saw several men there, but none of the faces belonged to either man she wanted. Finally, they rounded the corner. Before they even saw her, she began walking toward them. Something pushed at her. She had to get to them.
Colm pulled her into his arms as soon as she reached him. She clenched her hand on his shirt and rubbed her face against the fabric over the hard muscles. From this moment on, everyone would know they were hers. No doubts, no mistakes, no more damn women thinking that her relationship with Linc and Colm would fade or end.
Female Santir didn’t leave a mating mark on their mates. Although females sometimes bit during fierce sex, the bite mark didn’t scar as it did with men. She wanted to do it, though. Possessiveness raged inside her. She wanted everyone to know they were hers. Even if it was possible, she couldn’t at the moment. Not any more than they could her. The herbs that changed her scent messed with her sense of smell. They smelled a little off to her. But even with that, she knew they were her mates and longed to take the final step.
The face rub wasn’t enough. She pressed against him and did a full body rub. It wasn’t as effective as if she’d been in cat form, but it would work with the sensitive nose of a Santir.
Colm gripped her shoulders as she stepped back. His eyebrow arched over his eyes and curiosity burned in his gaze. “Is something wrong?”
“My cat’s a little stirred up right now.” A blush heated her cheeks. She didn’t like the fact that she couldn’t really control this.
“I understand the feeling. I felt something akin to that the other day. Feel free to rub on me all you want.” Colm smiled and pulled her close again.
She held him tight for a little longer, but the need wasn’t satisfied yet. There was something more she had to do. Rather, someone else. Linc. She wriggled. Colm’s hands slid down her back and cupped her buttocks. His head lowered and he nuzzled her neck and shoulder.
“There, i’ma, if I’m going to wear your scent, you’re going to wear mine. Now go to Linc. I’ll go talk to Allesse and see if she’ll tell me why she decided to attack you.” Colm’s hand on her ass gently urged her over to Linc.
Cami rolled her eyes. That was simple. Allesse wanted them. No need for explanations. Even full bonding wouldn’t deter her. Cami wrapped her arms around Linc the moment she got within reach. His hands smoothed over her back. He held her tight against him. She moved against him until finally the tiron was satisfied any single woman would be able to tell that Colm and Linc weren’t free.
“Better?” Linc’s hand stroked down her back. His fingers touched the curve of her buttocks, but he didn’t cup them.
She pushed back against his hand in silent urging. When his hand swept up her back, only to return to the curve of her