“I’d tell you to spill, but it seems by the look on your face that it was good,” Gabriella said. She hadn’t transported with us, but had shown up later. She had baby Jori on her shoulder, and she was gently patting his back although he’d been asleep for the past ten minutes.
“A look isn’t enough,” Caroline countered, pointing at Lindsey, then Rachel. She stabbed an odd, three-pronged fork into a piece of reddish Prillon fruit that was piled in the center of a fancy palace plate. “She has to spill. I want details. Every. Single. Detail.”
I held my coffee cup up near my mouth, trying to hide my smile. Yes, the guys had put a smile on my face, but my Colony friends were amusing. Especially since I was the one who’d gotten lucky last night. More than one of my friends had brought along their kids. While there were sitters who’d watched all the children in a nearby nursery last night during the party, they were back to being parents after it was over. Like the coach turning back into a pumpkin at midnight, so did they become parents to babies and toddlers. While I had no doubt they had sex, and lots of it, I had to guess it was always quick, quiet and they had one ear listening for interruptions. It wasn’t the same thing as what I’d gotten the night before.
Oh, they’d had that kind of wild, unhurried, all night fuck-fest before they had wild little toddlers running around, but now it was my turn.
Mine.
My pussy practically grinned with glee.
And ached because being with Prillons meant two cocks. Two voracious lovers. Lovers who had stamina that had me rethinking my half-hearted workout routine.
I blinked, realized they were staring at me. Waiting. I set my cup down. “Sorry. Zoned out for a minute.”
“I bet. Obviously those two fucked the brains right out of you,” Rachel added, waggling her eyebrows. She took a drink of juice from a tall, fluted glass, then wiped her mouth with a cloth napkin. She tried, I could tell she did, but the gut-busting laughter followed almost immediately. She was mated to two Prillon warriors herself. I had no doubt that of all the ladies here, those with Prillon mates would know exactly what kind of loving I’d had last night. All night.
I sighed, let it out, thought of all the ways Sam and Nik had taken me.
“Yeah,” I replied.
Rachel squealed, then stifled it when she looked to Jori. Caroline grinned and Lindsey silently clapped like a cheerleader.
A servant brought over another pot of coffee, set it on the round table between us, then left as silently as he’d arrived. We were outside on a terrace several floors up. The sun was blocked by an arbor covered in vines with lush leaves and lavender flowers. It was a warm day, and the yoga pants and T-shirt I wore—God bless the S-Gen machine to make comfy casual clothes—weren’t breakfast-at-the-palace worthy, but the girls had dragged me from bed first, then out of my room, and this was the best I had been able to pull off. No makeup, hair in a sloppy bun. We were in the guest quarters, which had its own terrace and dining room. The Colony ladies had gathered here instead of going to the formal dining room for brunch. Since Rachel and Jessica were so close, Jessica had joined us.
I’d been intimidated by her until she’d giggled and wiggled her eyebrows at me with the rest of them. Then I remembered the most important thing about her: she was mated to two Prillon warriors as well. The collar around her neck, Rachel’s and Kristin’s too, reminded me that they had permanent mates.
What would I do with two males like Nik and Sam if I had them every day? Every night?
Good God. I’d never walk right again.
Hand shaking, I set my cup down on the table and tried to compose myself. I knew my redhead’s complexion was giving away just as much, if not more, than my guilty expression. I thought of some of the things I’d said last night. Things I’d asked them to do to me.
Jeez. I’d been totally out of control.
Leaning back, I tried to look much more innocent than I was feeling, suddenly reluctant to kiss and tell. What I’d shared with Nik and Sam felt… special, somehow. I knew it wasn’t. Knew I was fooling myself. But even if it wasn’t special or true love or matched mating, it was personal. Very, very personal.
We sat at a round table. The chairs had fancy cushions colored a dark, Deston family red. They matched the collar around Queen Jessica’s neck exactly. The entire palace, and this space, would be in some fancy Earth interior design magazine. It made my one-bedroom living quarters on The Colony seem drab and plain. I felt as if we were at some fancy hotel with statues and flowers and ornately decorated walls and ceilings. The tables were inlaid in something that looked like marble in geometric designs that must have taken months to create. I had the feeling they had been handcrafted, not ordered on the S-Gen machines. Lush draperies and carpets, all decorated with splashes of the royal red, filled every room that was designed for comfort. The other rooms? The grand hallways? The ballroom we’d been in last night? The floors glittered like marble with a rainbow of colors I had to assume represented all the major families of Prillon Prime. Red. Green. Multiple shades of blue. Bronze. Copper. Gold.
I was walking through a fantasy land surrounded by guards. Governor’s mates. Queens and kings—like the rulers of Viken, who we’d passed in the corridor.
And little old me. Somehow my sex life had become the topic of utmost importance.
“Shouldn’t we be talking about queen business? Or the war? Or something important?” I asked.
Queen Jessica smiled. “Not on my birthday.”
Rachel shook her head. “Your birthday was yesterday.”
Jessica snorted. “My birthday this year lasts four days. If you argue with me, I’ll have Nial and Ander throw you in the dungeon.”
“Do you actually have a dungeon?” Rachel asked, eyes wide.
Jessica looked confused. “I don’t know, actually. Maybe we should all take a field trip after brunch and find out. That would make all the guys happy.”
A round of nervous laughter followed her announcement, but I wasn’t excited about the prospect. I had enough craziness going on while I was here. I didn’t need to go looking for any more trouble than I was already in. And my heart told me I was in a lot.
Rachel, of course, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. “Okay, woman. Spill. You got sexed up last night. We all know you did. So what’s the problem? Why don’t you look happy about it?”