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Stella laughs. “Yeah, C’vest hates the heat and dryness too. Do you guys have access to a watering hole?”
“We have a river.”
“No kidding! We do too. Looks like we’re both blessed.”
Dropping her gaze, absently petting my thigh under the table, Becky nods. “Joel… Joel and I spent everything to buy our property because of the water source.”
“Oh, I bet,” Stella murmurs, grimacing and rubbing her back. Hermate reaches over and rubs at her back too as she adds sadly, “Water is worth a fortune here.”
Becky is looking upset as she rubs her own back. “It sure cost us ours.”
I bring my hand to the spot that’s paining her, hoping to help her ease the ache.
“Who is Joel?” Stella asks. To her male, she whispers very quietly, “I’m fine. No, it wasn’t—wasn’tyou.”Her color heightens along her cheekbones and her brain heats in the area for embarrassment. Her volume lowers even more. “I’ve been having cramping and back contractions for days. The orgasm actually helped. For a second anyway.”
I look at Becky, who is collecting herself, her emotions a messy tangle in her brain as she brings her glass of water to her mouth. I ask her, “Would you like an orgasm?”
She chokes on her water. Ice cubes clatter to the tabletop.
Frowning, I lean in, helpfully patting her back. “Is that a yes or a no?”
She splutters, her hand coming up in an attempt to block her mouth from view, as if the people holding us speciously, politely hostage haven’t already seen her spit water at them.
The other Yonderin’s brain has lit up in amusement. The lingering tension in his frame subsides a little more.
If it would have helped to verbalize my intentions to the other male—my lack of intentions where his mate is concerned—I would have. But we are creatures who rely on action—and seeing me tend to my own mate has spoken more clearly for me than any words could have. I don't want to take his mate or harm her.
I have my Becky, and I tenderly love her.
Our food arrives, and the women continue to make conversation and nibble their meals while C’vest and I dig into our portions almost as savagely as we’re digging into each other’s skull contents.
Suddenly both females’ brains are triggered in the area for pain and anguish—and both of them spontaneously begin to weep.
“What the hell?” the other Yonderin remarks, his tone absent of anger but full of confusion.
Clearly we both missed crucial conversation between our wives because both of them are expressing sudden sadness.
“What is making you distressed?” I whisper to Becky.
She waves to Stella. “It’s heartbreaking! Her first husband, Baron, mysteriously dies—and suddenly she’s at the mercy of these barbaric Traxian laws. She loves her man now, but she was forced to marry a stranger for her safety.” She looks at me, her soft eyes full of pain. “Just like me. It’s bad enough it happened to one woman, but to two of us? We know mine was a setup because—” She swallows convulsively, and I wrap my arm around her to give her comfort. She tries again to speak. “Because that man bragged to us as Joel was dying that he—hewas hired to kill him and take me to his boss. It should never have happened! This shouldn’t be happening to anyone. How many more are out there, having their lives ruined?”
Stella reaches across the table, holding out her hand for Becky to take. “We’re working to change the laws here,” she says as Becky accepts her gesture.
Becky makes a reply, but I’m distracted.
My mate views her life as being… ruined?
Pain lances my chest.
The other male sits up straighter, and I seethe, knowing he’s privy to the pain receptors activating in my brain as well.
I attempt to marshal my emotions.
I must not be successful, because Becky looks up at me suddenly, and her mouth opens. She closes it again, and winces. Then she finds my hand with her free one and gives me a hand clutch.
As she grips my hand and leans her shoulder into my side, the strange pain I’m experiencing dissipates.
By some silent mutual agreement, the female’s conversation lightens and they begin to discuss less important topics. “Have you noticed how they gravitate toward neon?” Stella asks, wiping her eyes and tipping her head to indicate her mate.
