Page 51 of Lacey's Warriors

And to think, as large as this place was it was nowhere near the size of her manor/palace being built three hundred miles away in the heart of her Territory.

They got out and Lacey immediately reached out through her bond, looking for her husbands. Though she felt like a silly teenager, she missed them desperately whenever they were apart. Which, unfortunately, was all too frequently. Her life was beyond busy, and as much as she would like to be able to just lounge with her husbands in bed all day, there was just too much shit to do. Her military training helped give her the discipline and skills to successfully run a Territory, and her natural inclination to help others meant she spent a lot of time being a Matriarch rather than a wife.

Gwarnon stepped through the front door first, wearing his usual casual outfit of loose-fitting black pants, knee high black boots, and a sleeveless tunic shirt that fell to his thighs. It was the outfit of choice among Kadothian Lords, and she loved the way it showed off Gwarnon’s bulging arms. She wanted to run her hands all over him and glory in the feeling of all that strength.

“Welcome back, myalyahand my princess.”

Trying to regain control of her hormones, she gave Gwarnon a kiss on the cheek as he swung Jillian up into his arms.

Scrunching his nose, Gwarnon said in a teasing voice, “Phewh, you stink! Stiinnnkkkyy.”

Jillian giggled and tried to put her armpit into Gwarnon’s face while he continued to pretend to be overpowered by her smell.

“Ollia,” Gwarnon turned to their nanny, a sweet older woman with green skin and four arms. “can you take this stinky little monkey for a bath before dinner, please?”

“Of course, my Lord,” her wrinkled face smiled at Jillian with pure delight. “Come along, youngling, and I will make you some bubble animals if you are really good and wash behind your ears with no complaints.”

They all laughed as Jillian gave a happy squeal, along with a clap, and grabbed one of Ollia’s hands. “Let’s go!”

Jillian’s chatter faded as she went up the stairs leading to the second level.

“You could use a bath as well,” Gwarnon said in a purring voice from right behind her.

“I have one ready,”Chel said to both of them via their implants,“bring her up.”

By the lust coming through their bond, Lacey could tell the men had picked up on her mood earlier. “I do feel rather dirty.”

Flames heated Gwarnon’s eyes as he said, “You are ovulating.”

Blushing, she smacked his hands away as he grabbed her bottom. “Did I ever tell you how creepy it is that you know that.”

“You smell so good,” Gwarnon did that purring thing that always left her wet and aching. “I want to lick every drop of your cream. It is extra sweet when your body is readying itself for breeding.”

Walking away from him, heading for the lift to their personal suite on the fourth floor, she said, “How can you be both sexy and weird at the same time?”

He stepped into the lift after her, stealing a quick kiss before they reached their rooms. “As you say, it is a talent.”

Laughing she shed her clothes as she crossed the empty bedroom to the large bathroom where Chel was waiting for them, already in the bath, his eyes closed with contentment.

Noticing a new, but already fading, bruise on Chel’s cheek Lacey said, “How did the delivery go?”

“Very well. Other than the point where the patient kicked me in the face when I told her to push harder.”

Gwarnon and Lacey snorted as they both stripped down, eager to slide into the sooth water next to Chel. The wide, pale cream and brownstone bathtub was large enough to fit five people and Lacey waded through it to reach Chel’s side. Laying back on the rim that shaped itself to her head and neck, she floated for a moment, her hand seeking out Chel’s beneath the water. Only the part of his body that her fingers brushed wasn’t his hand, but his steel hard erection.

Chel groaned, and Gwarnon moved through the water to his mate’s other side, reaching beneath the water so both Lacey and Gwarnon were stroking their husband’s cock.

“Yes,” Chel groaned. “Fuck yes. I need this.”

And he did. She could feel all the tension and fear he’d kept bottled up during a difficult delivery. Since Chel was a gifted Healer, one of the few on Madre Tierra, his skills were often needed in different life and death situations. This time, he’d gone to a village on the southern end of their Territory to help one of the former slaves give birth. Lacey, not wanting to distract him, had checked in from time to time and knew Chel had used some of his own psychic strength to heal the mother.

Like Gwarnon’s precognition, Chel’s healing abilities had grown incrementally stronger since they’d bonded with Lacey. Thank God because they’d needed both in the past. Dark memories tried to crowd her thoughts, but she dismissed them. Right here, right now, she was in a warm bath with her husbands, her family was safe and protected, her people happy and fed. Life was good.

No, life was more than good—it was amazing.

“You smell so good,” Chel said as he turned his head into her neck. “I want to taste you. Straddle my mouth. Ride my face and let me drink you down.”

Gwarnon helped her so she was straddling the edge of the tub, her hands firmly on the wall as she slowly lowered her body down to Chel’s eager mouth. The cold air on her skin gave her a shiver that multiplied as Chel’s tongue swiped her clit as he let out a satisfied growl.

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