Page 75 of Seeded By Two

But my guess was as good as anyone else’s.

I only knew I didn’t want to take that chance, and prayed Beth would return to us.

And when she did, my heart leapt… but I was also very nervous.

What if she had decided she didn’t want to mate with us?

What if she was not ready?

What if she wanted to take things slow and not mate for at least a few days, if not weeks?

Then the bond would be broken and the relationship we had enjoyed up until that moment would fizzle and fade away to nothing.

And that was a tragedy I would avoid at all costs.

But there was another reason for my nervousness:

I could tell from the expression on her face she was not sure about the decision she had made in returning to the suite.

Uncertain about Aslas and me?

Uncertain about the situation?

Uncertain about something else…?

I wasn’t sure, but in her voice, there was a quiver that had not been there before.

In her face, she bore doubt and uncertainty.

She had returned but it wasn’t the same girl.

I rinsed off the soap suds and stepped from the shower stall.

Aslas — always one to enjoy the finer things in life — had barely even begun to lather himself up.

He sang at the top of his voice and, spying me through the plate glass, said:

“You know, I’ve been thinking. When we mate with Beth, we should put down some ground rules to make sure there’s a clear dividing line between us. Here’s a big one for me: I don’t want you touching or kissing me or anything like that. I want this strictly to be about Beth and her enjoyment. So don’t go looking at me adoringly. In fact, we should probably take turns, right? We should take it easy on her — at least, the first time.”

I faded his voice out, rolling my eyes, and dried myself with a towel from the rack.

Same old Aslas.

They had done surgery on my face and body to give me the exact appearance of the Prince but they could never do a personality transplant — not that I would have allowed them to!

He talked too much, was too flippant about serious subjects, and didn’t seem aware of his surroundings at all.

These were traits I possessed and considered extremely valuable.

“…after that, maybe we can just go all out and give her everything we’ve got,” the Prince continued, “but I just want you to know I’m taking your feelings into account, and you’re not to feel disappointed with your performance as you watch me make her scream and orgasm. I don’t want you to feel insecure…”

Sigh.

I let Aslas continue to witter on to himself — something he seemed only too happy to do.

I was about to step from the bathroom wearing just the towel when I wondered if that was really the best idea.

I didn’t want Beth to be intimidated before we even began.

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