Albie pressed his lips to her shoulder, his dark eyes meeting mine. We’d dreamed of this. Longed for it. Planned for it. Wondered what our mate would be like when we finally found her.
My hand shook as I stroked my thumb over Portia’s plump bottom lip. “I never imagined you,” I confessed. “I’m not capable of conjuring this kind of perfection.”
Her lips parted. Then she moaned as Albie slid his hands around to cup her breasts. She let her head fall back against his shoulder as he teased her nipples with his thumbs. I pushed a finger inside her, and her eyes fluttered closed.
“Bed?” Albie asked in a strained voice.
“Not yet,” I said.
Portia opened her eyes.
“There was just one thing wrong with that dinner downstairs,” I told her.
She frowned, some of the lust in her eyes fading. “What?”
“I didn’t get any dessert.”
I went to my knees, spread her pussy with my thumbs, and licked straight up her center.
She cried out, jerking against my lips. Albie reached down and grasped her behind the knee, then pulled one of her legs up, opening her wider for my mouth. I pressed my face into her heat and sucked at her opening. Water pounded my back. Steam rolled around me in thick clouds, and the marble dug into my knees.
I barely noticed any of it. My dragon rose hot under my skin. Fire flashed in my veins as I lapped and sucked at Portia’s cunt, slaking my thirst at last.
“I dreamed of this,” I groaned against her clit. “Every night since we lost you, lass, I woke with the taste of you on my lips.”
She dug her fingers into my hair as I sucked hard on her clit. “Tavish,” she panted, squirming against my face. “Please.”
I drove my tongue deep, fucking it in and out of her. Licking over her clit before thrusting inside again. The shower’s pounding water matching the thunder of my pulse. Above me, Albie kissed Portia’s neck, one hand wrenching her thigh higher and the other mercilessly teasing her breast.
“Let go,” I said against her entrance. “Give us what we’ve been starving for, lass.” I fastened my lips around her clit and sucked hard.
She shattered against my mouth, her cry echoing against the glass. More honey rushed into my mouth, and I sucked greedily, not willing to let a single drop hit the marble. When her trembling subsided, I rose to my feet.
“My turn,” Albie said, his voice rough with need. He released her leg and turned her in his arms, claiming her mouth with a hungry growl. He walked her backward and pressed her against the marble wall. Bracing one hand on the wall above her head, he deepened his kiss. I stroked my cock as I ran my gaze from his muscular shoulders to his taut, round ass.
He rocked his hips, grinding his cock against her pussy. Then he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs.
She threw her head back. Water slicked her skin, tiny rivulets running down her heaving breasts and the flat plane of her stomach. “Oh gods, Albie!” she cried, hips jerking. “I can’t?—”
“You can,” I said, moving through the spray. I ran my fingers through Albie’s hair and tightened my grip on his waves. Then I leaned in and spoke against Portia’s lips. “You can let him eat your pussy, love. And you’ll come for him, just like you did for me.”
She panted against my lips. Her hair was soaked, and strands of it caught in the stubble I’d been too distracted to scrap off my face. The wet, decadent sound of Albie’s lips and tongue on her pussy tangled with the hiss of the spray above us.
“Gods…” she whimpered, a flush spreading down her breasts.
I pressed Albie’s face harder against her pussy, and he made a sound between a growl and a groan. His shoulders flexed as he gripped her hips, holding her pelvis against the wall so she couldn’t squirm away from him.
I seized her lips, thrusting my tongue deep. She moaned around my tongue as Albie continued to devour her. I kept my fingers tight in his hair, holding his face against her even though I hardly needed to. His growls of pleasure were as loud as the pounding spray.
Portia squealed into my mouth. “I can’t— Oh gods. Oh gods, I’m coming!”
She shook between us, and I stroked my tongue against hers, capturing her cries as Albie licked her through her release.
When she slumped against the wall, I dragged Albie to his feet and claimed his mouth, sucking Portia from his lips. Palming his hip, I rocked my shaft against his, and Portia’s moan mingled with the mist.
Pleasure rushed me—too fast and too much. With a grunt, I wrenched away from Albie before I came. He stepped back, his chest heaving and his nipples tight, pink points on his pecs. Water coursed down his chest and rippling stomach. It dripped from his cock, and I had to clench my fists to keep from kneeling and licking it away.
Later, I told myself. We had time now.
