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in her mouth. She could feel the tension in his body increase and she reached for his balls and found them heavy and pulled close to his body. His breathing grew more discordant and she doubled her efforts.
    He pushed her away gently as he withdrew from her mouth. She registered the loss with a sorrowful moan. He groaned harshly. A second later the warmth of his seed jetted against her breasts. Elation slammed through her, driving her so high on her own excitement and his pleasure that she felt herself to be flying. She was laughing and yet tears streamed down her cheeks. His lips, warm yet fierce, kissed those tears. She touched his silken hair and he kissed a trail to her neck.
    “Houri.”
    The whispered word came out soft and harsh, a foreign word. She knew what it meant. She’d studied the Islamic faith in her research about Barbary. It meant a perfect, pure, modest mate, a heavenly lover. But to European men, it meant something between nymph and a virgin pleasure slave. She didn’t understand Alex using it. It didn’t matter. His shadows didn’t stand between them in this place for she had stepped into them and joined him there. How she knew this, she wasn’t certain, but they were one flesh, one soul. She could feel it.
     Peter. She raised her head from Alex’s shoulder and dared a glance in his direction.
    “He looks lonely, doesn’t he, love?” Alex whispered in her ear. “Why don’t you go comfort him?”
    Did he mean that? She looked down at her state of undress. His semen all over her breasts. She looked back at Alex and he smiled then stretched to the side table. He retrieved a white linen towel and with slow, delicate swipes, removed his claiming seed. He set the towel aside and took his forgotten, full glass of Scotch and another towel from the table. He wet the towel and wiped her down again. The liquor wet evaporated, cooling her skin, making her nipples tingle delightfully. He tossed the towel aside then bent and tasted her tight, pink tips.
    “Here,” Alex said. “Stand for me, my love.”
    She stood and he pulled her gown over her hips. It was strange that Peter was still here and she didn’t object to being stripped in front of him. Yet everything had been strange tonight. In a moment, she was clad only in her silken stockings and garters. Alex’s hands swept over her belly, hips, arse and back up to her breasts. He twisted around and got his glass again. He poured the contents over her breasts. Wet coldness took her breath and she gasped. He bent and soon the warmth of his lips and tongue replaced the coldness. He licked and sucked the Scotch from her then centred his efforts on her nipples, laving them avidly, warming her, reigniting her desire. And there was no sense of shame. Instead she felt free and beautiful. Totally carnal. It was all so very decadent and delicious.
    He dropped to his knees and traced the tracks of Scotch down her belly. And lower still, kissing her mons, flicking his tongue against her erect nub. Sensation sparked and her legs quaked. She gripped his head and his tongue slid deeper into her dripping folds.
    He stopped and glanced up at her, his eyes dark and smoky with desire. “Go to him.”
    Her mouth fell open. Surely he couldn’t mean it…
    “But, Alex?”
    He turned her to face Peter and gave her arse a sharp smack. “Go to him,” he commanded softly.
    She remained still, watching as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.
    He caressed her back with a sinful, serpentine motion. “It will be all right. He knows the boundaries he must keep.”
    Peter laughed softly. “Yes, Alex has made them quite clear.”
    So they had spoken about this when she had excused herself for the necessary after supper. They must have. The thought sent a wave of trepidation pounding through her heart.
    She raised her head and found herself staring into Peter’s sky-blue eyes. They were warm and kind. And glittering with lust. Her mouth dried even as desire pounded through