Page 59 of Bite for Sore Eyes

Lana paused at the threshold, turning to look at both of them with eyes that had grown dark with unmistakable desire. The formal ceremony might be over, but Torren could feel through the bond that she wasn't ready for the celebration to end.

"Now the real celebration starts," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that made his pulse spike.

Before either man could respond, she opened their chamber door and rushed inside, reaching behind her neck and working at the delicate ties that held her sundress in place. The white fabric loosened and slipped down her frame, leaving her in nothing but matching white lace undergarments.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" she teased, backing toward the ensuite bathroom with a smile that promised everything he'd been thinking about since they'd left the town square.

She disappeared through the doorway, and Torren heard the sound of running water echoing off marble surfaces. His bear practically growled with need, but he forced himself to look at Rath first—a habit born from days of learning to navigate this triad with respect and communication.

Rath's green eyes were blazing with the same desire Torren felt coursing through his own veins, but his expression held that familiar mix of control and barely restrained hunger that made him such an effective Alpha.

"Well," Rath said, his voice rougher than usual as he began loosening his red tie. "What are we waiting for?"

They moved with quick efficiency, stripping off their ceremonial suits with the kind of synchronized motion that came from fifteen years of partnership. Ties hit the floor first, followed by jackets and dress shirts. Torren's hands were steady as he worked his belt buckle, but his bear was practically vibrating with anticipation.

The formal clothes had served their purpose—marking them as leaders, as committed mates, as men worthy of their territory's respect. But now, in the privacy of their chambers, they could simply be themselves. Two Alpha bears who had found their perfect mate and intended to worship her accordingly.

Rath kicked off his dress shoes and socks, then stepped out of his slacks and boxers in one fluid motion. Torren followed suit, and within moments they stood naked in their bedroom, the contrast between their public personas and private desires laid bare.

Steam was already beginning to drift from the bathroom, carrying with it the scent of Lana's arousal mixed with expensive bath oils. Through the bond, Torren felt her excitement building, her anticipation matching his own as she waited for them to join her.

The massive ensuite bathroom was one of the castle's finest features—all polished marble and gleaming fixtures, with a shower large enough to accommodate several people comfortably. Torren had never fully appreciated that particular design choice until this week, when it became the perfect space for three people learning to share every aspect of their lives.

Lana stood beneath the rainfall showerhead, completely naked now, her skin glistening with water droplets that caught the warm light. Her hair was slicked back from her face, and when she saw them approaching, her smile was pure invitation.

"I was wondering if you two were going to make me wait all night," she said, extending her hands toward them.

Torren stepped into the shower first, immediately positioning himself behind her so she could lean back against his chest. The warm water cascaded over them both, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Through the bond, he felt her contentment spike, mixed with growing desire that made his own arousal throb against her lower back.

Rath joined them moments later, positioning himself in front of Lana so she was sandwiched between their bodies—exactly where she belonged. The shower's multiple heads ensured they were all thoroughly soaked within seconds, but Torren barely noticed the temperature. All his attention was focused on the woman in his arms and the way her body fit so perfectly against his.

"Let us take care of you," Rath murmured, reaching for the expensive soap they kept on the marble shelf.

Torren felt Lana's agreement through the bond before she spoke. "I think I could get used to this kind of celebration."

Working together with the same natural coordination they'd developed in every other aspect of their relationship, Torren and Rath began washing her. Rath's hands worked shampoo through her long hair while Torren's soapy palms traveled over her shoulders and arms, marveling at the silky texture of her skin.

The earlier vows still echoed in Torren's mind as he touched her—promises of love and partnership and absolute commitment that had been witnessed by their entire territory. But this quiet intimacy felt just as sacred, just as significant. This was where they learned to be vulnerable together, where they built trust through touch and proved that love could indeed multiply rather than divide.

Lana relaxed completely between them, letting them support her weight as they worked soap over every inch of her body. Her eyes fluttered closed, and through the bond Torren felt her pleasure building—not sexual yet but the deep contentment that came from being cherished by the people who mattered most.

"I love you both so much," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of falling water.

The simple words hit Torren like a blow. He'd heard them before, felt them through the bond countless times over the past week, but something about this moment—standing in their shower after publicly claiming each other, her wet body pressed against his while Rath's hands worked through her hair—made them feel especially profound.

Unable to resist any longer, Torren lowered his head and began pressing soft kisses along the curve of her neck. She tasted like vanilla and rain and something uniquely her that made his bear growl with utter satisfaction. Her pulse fluttered beneath his lips, and he felt her desire spike through their connection.

Rath's hands had moved from her hair to her shoulders, working soap across her collarbones with reverent attention. When Torren's kisses grew more heated, trailing down to where her neck met her shoulder, Rath's touch shifted lower as well.

The moment Rath's soapy palms cupped her breasts, Lana's back arched against Torren's chest and a soft moan escaped her lips. Through the bond, he could feel her pleasure double as both men focused their attention on worshipping her body, and his own arousal became almost painful in response.

This was everything he'd never known he needed—this perfect balance of intimacy and trust, passion and tenderness. The three of them moved together like they'd been designed for exactly this, each touch building on the last until the shower filled with steam and desire and the sound of Lana's increasingly breathless sighs.

Torren's mouth continued its descent, his lips and tongue following the soap-slicked trail Rath's hands left on Lana's skin. He kissed his way down the column of her spine, feeling her shiver, then across the graceful curve of her hip. Then he dropped to his knees on the marble shower floor, the warm water cascading over his back and shoulders as he positioned himself between her trembling thighs.

He looked up at her, and her head was tipped back, her dark hair a wet curtain and her lips parted on a silent gasp. The triad bond was a live wire, thrumming with her building pleasure and Rath's focused desire. Torren's bear growled its approval, a deep, possessive sound that vibrated in his chest.

Ours.