“Like what?” I asked. What else could a toilet possibly do?
“I’ll explain later.” Taking us each by an arm, she steered us back around. “Right now, I want to show you the shower.”
She led us across more marble and into a third room with more soft lighting, mirrored walls, and a glass enclosure big enough for ten people. Water poured from the ceiling in a steady stream. Steam billowed against the glass walls.
“Does it always run?” I asked, eyeing the ceiling. Understanding dawned. “A waterfall feeds it.”
Portia bit her lip, more amusement gleaming in her eyes. “It’s not a waterfall.” She pulled a black rectangle from the back pocket of the tight blue trews that hugged her arse.
“Remote start from my phone,” she said, giving the rectangle a little shake. “I started it on our way upstairs.”
Albie adjusted his spectacles, peering at the rectangle with naked curiosity. “That machine controls the water?”
“And the lights,” she said, “and the temperature. I can also play music when I shower. I have a playlist.” She swiped her thumb over the rectangle, and it lit up with rows of tiny glowing squares. “I’ll make one for you and Tavish so you can try it out.”
Albie looked up at her, the curiosity in his eyes shifting to something altogether unscholarly.
The pulse in Portia’s neck pumped harder. “If you want,” she finished, her voice gone breathless.
The steam had turned his waves to curls, and one spilled over his forehead as his eyes went serious. “I’d like to try it right now.”
Anticipation tightened my cock. Och, my sweet Albie was going to beinsistent.
Portia stepped closer to him. The scent of evening primrose grew stronger, mixing with the steam.
“We could all try it now,” I said.
Portia looked at me and whispered, “I’ve missed you both so much.”
I took a step forward, and suddenly we were moving as one. Albie’s hands went to the buttons of his shirt while Portia pulled her strange tunic over her head, revealing a scrap of lace that barely contained her breasts. I froze, mesmerized.
Albie released a low sound. “Whatever that is, I like it.”
She reached behind her back, and the lacy garment fell away, revealing her pert breasts crowned with those rosy nipples.
“Now the rest,” I growled.
She twisted into shadow, and her trews and another scrap of lace dropped to the marble. The column of smoke shivered, and she reformed in flesh.
Gloriouslynudeflesh, her sleek, smooth skin glowing in the mist that rolled around us. Like all our kind, she was bare between her legs, her plump mound and pouting folds holding my attention like bells in a cathedral. And, fuck, I wanted to worship there.
Albie removed his spectacles and set them on a shelf. Then he twisted in and out of shadow form, his clothes joining Portia’s on the floor. He and Portia looked at me.
I wasted no time following their lead, shifting to smoke and back so quickly that my head spun. The steam from the shower caressed my naked skin, and my heartbeat throbbed in my cock as Portia led us into the shower.
Hot water poured over us, the spray like a hard rain. Albie moved behind Portia and ran his hands over her curves. I stepped into her and cupped her face. She shivered between us as she gazed up at me, mist dotting her lips and clinging to her eyelashes.
“I’ve lived a long time,” I murmured, “but those three weeks without you felt like three centuries.” The fear of those weeks resurfaced, gripping me so hard I couldn’t speak.
“Tavish…” she breathed. Then she rose on tiptoe and pressed her lips to mine.
And I was done. With a groan scraped from my soul, I wrapped my hand around her nape and plundered her mouth, drinking down honey and rain. I worked my other hand between her thighs, finding her slick and swollen. She gasped into my mouth.
I circled my thumb over her clit as I kissed her, swallowing her soft moans. Three weeks without her taste had been torment, every moment plagued by doubt and worry. But I couldn’t think of it now. I couldn’t wait a moment longer to claim her.
“Please,” she whispered against my mouth. “I need both of you.”
I lifted my head.
