Albie slumped against Tavish’s chest, his breathing gradually returning to normal. Tavish released their spent cocks and wiped his hand on the moss beside them. Albie lifted his head, his glasses nudged out of place to expose his cursed eye. He pushed them back, then extended a hand to me.
“Come here, Portia.”
A shiver passed through me, my name on his lips somehow more intimate than anything we’d done.
My legs were unsteady as I crawled over to them. They made room for me between them, Albie shifting off Tavish’s lap to sit beside me. I let Tavish settle me in the crook of his arm. Albie adjusted my clothing, his fingers careful as he tugged and tucked me back into place.
“All right?” Tavish asked, smoothing hair off my cheek.
“Yes,” I managed. “I’m good.”
Well, mydragonwas good. She was soft and sated, her restlessness banked for the moment.
I, on the other hand, was incredibly stupid. A mate bond would tie me to Albie and Tavish. My people couldn’t survive without their fated mates. If one perished, the others followed. If I bonded with men from 1742, fate might bond me totheirtime, not mine.
And I’d just taken one very big step closer to accepting their claim.
Tavish kissed the top of my head. “Rest now. Tomorrow will bring new challenges.”
Right. And maybe new problems.
Chapter
Twelve
PORTIA
Iwoke with Tavish’s arm heavy across my waist and Albie’s breath hot on my neck.
For one perfect moment, I existed in a drowsy state of bliss, my body warm in the sunlight spilling through the cave’s entrance.
Wait.
Cave?
Reality crashed in like an anvil. I was instantly awake, memories of the previous night assailing me.
I’d let Tavish and Albie touch me. Let them make me come. I’d watched them together and wanted more.
No, I’d wanted everything, not the “just enough” they delivered.
Gods, I still wanted it.
My dragon stretched lazily beneath my skin, oblivious to my mental spiral. She didn’t care about timelines or consequences. She only knew her mates were close.
They’re not our mates, I told her.
She ignored me.
Moving gingerly, I extracted myself from between the men and eased off the bed of moss. My corset was loose, my chemiseaskew. Sprigs of evergreen stuck to my skirts. I looked like I’d been dragged through the forest.
Or fingered to a mind-blowing orgasm before getting a front-row view of the two hottest men I’d ever met grinding their cocks together for my pleasure.
Albie stirred, one hand reaching for the spot I’d occupied. He opened his eyes, and worry reigned in them for a second before he spotted me. The worry cleared, and his irises warmed to chocolate behind his glasses.
“Morning,” he said softly, and if I ever got back to my proper timeline, I was going to figure out a way to put the sound of him saying it on a loop so I could sell it and become a billionaire.
“Morning.” I turned away and went to the fire, then stood over the winking embers like I needed the heat.
