“You’re so beautiful,” I said, kissing the inside of her knee. And she was amiracle. Fate had plucked her from another time and delivered her to me. I was undeserving of such a gift, but I wasn’t humble enough to give it back.
My dragon moved restlessly beneath my skin as I kissed my way up Portia’s inner thigh. The mattress dipped as Tavish joined us. He ran a hand down my flank and squeezed my ass.
“Don’t keep her waiting, Albie.”
I didn’t need the encouragement. I lowered my mouth to Portia’s sex and gave her a long, slow lick from entrance to clit. She cried out, one hand grabbing my hair.
“Oh god,” she said. “That feels…”
“Tell me,” I said, flicking my tongue over her clit. When she didn’t immediately comply, I grazed my teeth over it.
“Good!” she gasped, jerking her hips.
I nipped her harder. “Is that all, lass?”
“No! Gods!” She writhed against my mouth, and her voice wobbled as she said, “It feels amazing. Don’t fucking stop.”
Well, that was acceptable. I hummed against her, then thrust my tongue into her opening. She was even sweeter between her legs, and I sucked at her pussy, drawing more of her essence down my throat. Her slick arousal smeared my mouth and chin as I kissed down her slick, plump lips before returning to her clit.
“Albie!” She tugged at my hair, her cries spiraling higher. “I’m going to—” She stiffened, and another rush of honey spilled down my chin. Growling, I sucked and licked her through her orgasm, fluttering my tongue over her clit.
The moment she went limp, Tavish palmed my ass and spread my cheeks. Then his tongue worked a slick, hot patharound my hole, and I moaned into Portia’s pussy. He lifted away, then spread me wider and spit on my opening. I was still loose and open from the finial, and I shuddered as he worked the moisture around my rim with his thumbs.
My cock was a throbbing, aching weight between my legs. I knew my spectacles were askew as I lifted my head and met Portia’s heated gaze.
“I need to be inside you,” I said. “Do you want that?”
She straightened my spectacles, then stroked the hair away from my face. “More than anything.”
I could have wept at her answer. Crawling up her body, I positioned myself between her thighs. Tavish stroked my lower back, his fingers brushing the cleft of my ass as I aligned my cock with Portia’s entrance.
“I need you,” she whispered. “Both of you. But I still won’t accept the mate bond,” she added quickly, darting a look between us. “I can’t. Not yet.”
Tavish’s low chuckle rumbled the bed. “Aye, Princess. We know.” He leaned over me to look at her, his blue eyes dark with promise. “But your dragon will convince you eventually. She’s already halfway there.”
Portia opened her mouth to argue, but I pushed forward, sinking into her tight heat. She was slick and ready, and she took me easily, her pussy gloving my cock like she was made for me. I didn’t stop until her tight, silky heat wrapped around me from tip to root.
“Gods,” I muttered, struggling to hold still. Behind me, Tavish groaned at the sight of our joining. He gripped my hips, steadying me as I began to move inside Portia. Every thrust sent sparks up my spine, and I had to bite my lip to keep from coming too soon. I withdrew and thrust back in, groaning at the slick friction. My spectacles slipped down my nose again, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the goddess beneath me, her eyeshalf-lidded with pleasure and breathless little moans spilling from her lips.
“Look at my mates,” Tavish murmured. “So beautiful together.” He leaned over me, his cock brushing my thigh before the tip lodged at my opening. He pressed forward, and I stilled as I adjusted to the stretch.
“Slow,” Tavish murmured, kissing my shoulder, my neck. “Breathe, Albie.”
I drew a ragged breath, my arms trembling as I held myself over Portia. She stroked her hands down my chest, brushing her fingertips over my nipples and making me hang my head as I fought for control. I scratched and clawed for it, my body caught between Portia’s wet heat and Tavish’s insistent pressure. His cock pulsed hot against my walls, while Portia’s pussy squeezed my shaft.
With a final push, Tavish seated himself fully inside me, nudging me deeper into Portia. The three of us groaned, locked tightly together in the sunlit bed. There were no shadows to hide in. Just bright, warm sun and the hot press of skin against skin.
Sweat beaded on my forehead, my whole body trembling as I adjusted to the fullness. Portia cupped my jaw in one of her soft hands. She slid her other hand down to where we joined, her fingers exploring my cock.
“I can feel you both,” she whispered, wonder in her voice. “Every time Tavish thrusts into you, I feel it. You’re so deep inside me, Albie. You feel so good.”
“So do you,” I said. “You’re perfect, lass.”
Tavish withdrew slightly, then pushed back in with careful control. His cockhead nudged the spot inside me that melted my spine, and I rocked against Portia with a hoarse cry.
“Yes,” she breathed, spreading her legs wider. “Fuck me. Both of you.”
“Our woman gets what she wants,” Tavish said. He set the rhythm, every powerful thrust of his hips driving his cock deeper into my ass and my cock deeper into Portia.
