Her dark eyes widened. “I know, but I don’t want to think about it. It’s so weird.”
“It’s physics,” Mindy said. “Like that movie we saw a few years ago, Interstellar. Remember? Ten minutes for the people on the planet was like twenty-five years for that guy up on the ship.”
“That movie was weird, too. And that’s impossible, right?”
“It’s science.”
Violet sighed. “My least favorite subject.”
Mindy laughed. “Exactly.”
I began to rub Violet’s bare foot, pressing my thumb into her arch. The other hand slid up her calf, letting the long Trion dress slide up with it. Calder was the one who liked to show off his mate. I just wanted a slight hint of what was beneath. The diaphanous fabric hid little—it was obvious that our mate didn’t have the nipple ring adornments or the thin chain and disks signifying she was mated to a Trion warrior—I could see the hint of her pink nipples through the gown.
We’d fully claimed her the night before. After the time we took her together, we slept, then each spent time alone fucking her. I’d been first, leading her back into the warm water to wash, but only made it to the soft bank where I settled between her parted thighs and fucked her. Slow and gentle, her cries of pleasure woke the others. They’d remained on the bank, watching.
Zed had led her into the foliage after a small meal that Goran had supplied and we’d heard her scream her release, barely muffled by the thick trees. Later, after the suns had set, Calder had rolled her onto her belly, worked the almond scented oil into her flesh from shoulders to toes and when she was relaxed and almost asleep again, worked it into her opened ass before slowly and sweetly fucking her there.
Zed and I had watched, stroking our cocks at the sight of our mate taking Calder so well, then come all over her, our seed spurting onto her glistening skin. The seed power had her passing out and Calder had carried her to the water to wash her once more, but she’d never roused.
Now, she was between Zed and I, lazy and well sated. Calder sat in a chair across from us, his eyes solely on our mate.
“Queen Leah is pregnant.”
“Really?” Violet asked, a smile spreading on her face. “I knew it would happen soon. They are so doting to that little girl. She needs a brother to run after her and pull her hair.”
“What about you, Violet? You mothered me enough, you’d make a perfect mother,” Mindy replied.
Goran sat in a comfortable chair beside Calder, but Mindy was at his feet, her legs tucked beneath her. She was between his knees, her arm wrapped around his lower leg, her cheek on his pants-clad thigh. Her gown was a dark red, but the nipple rings, chains and disks were plainly visible. While the sight was erotic, it did nothing for me. I loved Violet’s breasts and wanted no others. I didn’t need rings or jewels, sexual toys or other aids to pleasure our mate.
Identical DNA only made the females look the same. Their personalities and wants were so different. While Violet liked Zed’s dominant nature and, in response, became more submissive, she would never sink into the role as Mindy did. And Mindy, while very outlandish and verbally impetuous, couldn’t handle a relaxed mate like myself, or even Calder, to a degree. She couldn’t handle three mates, three demands.
And that was why Mindy was matched to Goran here on Trion and Violet would be returning with us to Viken in a few hours.
“Someday, I’d like to have children,” Violet said. “With three mates, I’m busy enough for now, even without a baby.”
Mindy smiled and glanced from me to Zed to Calder. “Yes, I can see how much you like their attention. You’re barely awake. Did you enjoy the oasis?”
“Mindy,” Goran warned gently.
She looked up at her mate. “What? She does look rather worn out. I would assume she’d be pregnant by now with three lovers.”
“Do not force me to spank you here in front of your sister and her mates,” Goran warned.
“I only speak the tr
uth,” she countered.
I looked to Violet, to see if she was upset by her sister’s rash words. While she was blushing, her eyes were moving in the circular motion I recognized as her sign of mild annoyance.
Mindy seemed to have noticed it as well, although she hadn’t even looked at her sister. “Violet, don’t you dare. I can feel you rolling your eyes at me.”
Violet burst out laughing, the sound breaking the intensity of the moment between Mindy and her mate. “I’d hardly call spanking a punishment. It’s more like…” Violet’s eyes darted to Zed’s and something dark and needy passed between them. “Foreplay. You should come up with something better, Goran. Spanking her might make her worse.”
It was Mindy’s turn to laugh. “Sometimes, dear sister, you should keep your opinions to yourself.” She turned around to look at Violet, and Goran allowed the movement, his hand stroking his mate’s hair, an amused expression on his face. Indeed, we were all seeing a side of our females we had never seen before. And their interaction was…intriguing. “Don’t forget, I know all of your secrets, too. Do I need to mention a certain chocolate dessert? And where I found it?”
“You wouldn’t.” Violet bolted upright on the sofa, her eyes bursting with both humor and horror.
Mindy raised her brows, taunting her sister, and I found myself obsessed with finding out what our mate liked to do with a chocolate dessert.