Chapter 21 #3
“I’m going to fuck this pretty arse,” I said, my voice rough with need. “And Albie and I are going to make you ours. Last chance to say no, Princess.”
It hurt to say it, but I had to give her one final choice. I had to be absolutely certain, even if walking away from her meant death. And it would. Hearing a “no” from her lips would kill me.
“Yes,” she said, struggling to her elbows, and I could have collapsed with relief. Her eyes were pleading as she met my gaze. “Please, Tavish. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Do you have oil?” I needed her slicker before I even thought of giving her my cock.
She nodded to one of the tables beside her bed. “Top drawer.”
I leaned over and pulled it open. A small bottle of clear liquid lay next to a colorful assortment of cylinders about the length of my middle finger. They were all different, some with strange protrusions and little bumps.
I chose a blue one and held it up. “What are these things?”
“No.” She pushed up a little from Albie’s chest, color flooding her face. “The bottle.”
I turned the object and peered at the little round knobs at the top. “It’s some kind of tool…”
“Put it back,” Portia said. “We’ll talk about it later. Just bring the lube over here.”
I slipped the cylinder back in the drawer and gave the bottle a little shake. Satisfaction curled in my chest as I resumed my position behind Portia. “You don’t have to explain this, lass.”
With a little fumbling, I figured out how to open the bottle. The contents dripped onto my fingers like liquid silk, and I smiled. “I’m going to love this time.”
Portia laughed softly, then moaned when Albie squeezed her hips and thrust into her. She eased her upper half forward again until her breasts mashed against his chest.
I slicked my shaft, then draped myself over her and kissed her nape. “You ready for me?”
“Yes.” She cast a plaintive look over her shoulder. “Please. I can’t wait anymore.”
I couldn’t, either. I eased two wet fingers inside her, and tight, perfect heat swallowed me. The liquid in the little bottle was a miracle. Maybe more magic from the human world. Whatever it was, it eased my entry, and I shuddered as Portia squeezed me harder.
“Slow, lass,” I said, desperately trying to ignore my twitching dick. “You’ll make me come doing that.”
“I can’t help it,” she said on a moan. “It feels so good.”
“My cock will feel better.” And it was past time I gave it to her. Pulling my fingers free, I gripped my shaft and pressed my tip to her opening. Albie stroked her hair away from her face as I pushed forward, my jaw clamped tight against the lust that urged me to pump my way to a quick release.
“That’s a good lass,” Albie said, kissing her forehead. “You’re made for us, Portia. Can you feel it?”
She nodded. “I feel you both.”
Her passage relaxed, and I slid deeper, my groan probably loud enough to wake the gods. I eased my hips forward, opening her inch by inch until I was fully seated, my balls pressed to her perfect arse.
For a moment, Albie and I stayed still, letting her adjust. I petted her hair and kissed her neck. Albie murmured soft words in her ear.
Then she rocked her hips. “Move,” she said on a low moan. “Please.”
We obeyed. We went slowly at first, finding our rhythm. Albie thrust up as I pulled back. Then he withdrew, and I rocked forward. We groaned together as we found our rhythm, our cocks sliding over each other inside Portia’s body.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
Nothing in the world could have stopped me. But I wasn’t going to last long. She felt too good.
Pleasure built, coiling tight in my spine. Albie’s breathing grew ragged. Portia dug her nails into his chest.
And then I felt it. The mate bond. Pure, ancient magic. It rushed around the chamber, whipping the curtains and rattling the glass in the windows.
“Now,” Albie said. “Bind her to us. Make her ours.”
I spoke in the dragon tongue, the ancient words rolling from my lips as I fucked Portia faster. “I bind you and I'm bound to you. I’ll take no others.”
Portia repeated the vow. “I bind you and I’m bound to you. I’ll take no others.”
Albie spoke next, his voice rough with emotion. “I bind you and I’m bound to you. I’ll take no others.”
The phantom wind circled the bed. It flowed over us, tossing our hair and caressing our skin with invisible hands. Magic crackled in the air. The mate bond snapped into place.
My dragon roared in triumph.
Mine.
OURS.
The pleasure crested. Portia sobbed as she shook apart. I thrust a final time and came on a bellow. Albie followed, his body going rigid beneath Portia as he shuddered through his orgasm.
The wind swirled one last time, then faded. We collapsed together in a tangle of damp limbs.
When I mustered enough strength, I pulled out and collapsed next to Albie. He slipped his dick from Portia’s body and held her against him, her cheek pressed to his chest. I combed my fingers through her soft hair and rubbed her scalp.
“All right, Princess?”
She grunted without opening her eyes, but the sound was soft and sated, and I knew I was smiling like an idiot.
Did I care? Not a bit.
Albie turned his head toward me, and I captured his lips in a soft, slow kiss. By the time I pulled away, Portia watched us with a soft smile.
I tipped her chin up. “Better than cave sex?”
Her eyes twinkled. “Infinitely better than cave sex.”
“Good.” I moved my hand to her cheek. “Mate of mine.”
“And mine,” Albie said softly.
Yes. They were both mine. And I was theirs. For all time.