I grunted my assent as I snapped my hips. His cock bobbed wildly, the shaft red with need. I plowed him harder so I could watch it swing.
“Tavish,” he moaned, squeezing my arm while his ass squeezed my dick.
I licked the shell of his ear. “I love how you say my name when I’m inside you.”
He reached up and tangled his fingers in my hair, then twisted his mouth to mine and sucked at my tongue. His spectacles slipped down his nose, but for once he couldn’t be bothered to fix them.
I scooped my hips, hunting for that spot inside him. When I did it again, he cried out.
“There it is,” I panted, pumping my hips faster. My skin slapped hard against his. The bed protested. I reached down and cupped his balls. “You’ve got a swollen sack, Albie. So tight andfull for me.” I squeezed lightly, then gripped his flailing cock. “I’m sure our princess will want to get her hands on it.”
He gave a hoarse cry, his ass clamping so hard I was certain I saw stars.
“You want that?” I growled in his ear. I stroked him faster as we both rushed toward release. “You want our mate’s mouth on you while I pound this thick ass?”
“Gods, yes,” he gasped.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you first and make you hold my seed inside. You won’t spill a drop, will you, love? You’ll stay nice and tight, my seed right where it belongs while our woman sucks this pretty cock of yours.”
Albie’s moan was deep and guttural, the kind of noise he made when he was on the verge of coming. His cock jerked hard in my hand, slick precome spilling over my fingers. I kept stroking, my own release cresting as I ground into his ass.
“We’ll take turns with her,” I panted, pressing my lips to his neck. Fantasies paraded in my mind, each one more delectable than the last. “You’ll watch me fuck her, and I’ll watch her ride you. She’ll be so tight around your cock, Albie. So hot and wet for us.”
“Yes,” he gasped, bucking in my embrace. “Gods, Tavish—” My name dissolved into a shout as his seed spurted hot and thick over my knuckles. I stroked him through it, my own climax barreling toward me as his passage clamped my shaft in rhythmic pulses.
“Fuck,” I growled, driving deeper, harder. “Albie!” I cried, my thrusts wild and uncoordinated. His channel gripped me like a fist, milking my cock with every push and pull. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and breathed in the scent of clean sweat and old books.
My climax crashed through me, and I clutched him tighter as I spilled inside, my hips jerking. Rational thought fled as Ibreathed against his neck, holding him and clinging to him at the same time. He stroked my arm as we both came down from the high.
We stayed that way for several heartbeats, our ragged breathing the only sound in the chamber. Then I pulled out and eased us down to the bed. He rolled into my arms and put his head on my shoulder. After a moment, he sniffed.
I froze, dread coiling in my gut. “What’s wrong? I hurt you?”
He shook his head. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“Then why?—?”
“It’s just…” He smiled against my shoulder. “We’ve waited for her all this time. And now she’s finally here.” He lifted his head, tears sheening his brown eyes. “I’m not sure it’s healthy for anyone to be this happy.”
My heart squeezed. We’d just found Portia. Tomorrow, we’d take her to the chronomancer, and I had no idea what to expect. But Albie was right. Portia washere. She was alive and well, untouched by the Curse.
I pushed damp hair off Albie’s forehead before straightening his spectacles. I wiped his tears, then traced a thumb over his temple, where I knew pain often gathered. “You deserve happiness,” I said huskily.
“So do you.”
“I feltreallyhappy five minutes ago.” I reached down and squeezed his ass. “Overjoyed. Ecstatic. Ebullient.”
His brows went up. “That last is a big one. Do you have any others?”
“No. I only read one of your books.”
He laughed softly. Then he settled back into my arms. I kissed the top of his head, and I bit my tongue against the worries that tried to form on my lips.
But as Albie’s breathing evened into the deep rhythm of sleep, the worries persisted. Portia was ours, but for how long?She was determined to return to her own time. Albie was confident the chronomancer would be unable to help. What if he was wrong?
What if the chronomancer gave Portia exactly what she wanted?
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