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“I’ve tried to feel him,” Phuong said softly. “I’ve tried to reach for his essence, but there’s nothing there. There’s no way that he’s alive.”
Xuan took in a slow breath. “Do you trust the Draka that you’ve taken as mates, Phuong? Do you trust that they aren’t our enemies, the ones who defeated the Yore? The ones who dethroned our father and put us in an orphanage with implants?”
“I don’t know,” Phuong said. She looked at him and walked away.
56
Wine
Phuong
Phuong wrestled with Xuan’s question all day. In all honesty, she didn’t know if she could blame her mates for the sins of their race — the millions of Yore that they’d slain while they’d taken over the planet.
Her mates themselves hadn’t even been involved. At worst, their father would’ve been involved in the Draka takeover.
After dinner, the three of them went to Phuong’s room. Like they’d done before, they got undressed quickly.
Phuong reached for Olivier’s body and his mind. She wanted to know the answer, even though she was afraid that it would be something that she didn’t want to know.
If it was true — if their family had dethroned hers — her heart would shatter into a thousand pieces. She knew that she was in love, even though they hadn’t been together for too long. She knew that they were blood-bound mates for life.
But she knew that they didn’t always tell her everything. She couldn’t read their dragon hearts, the shifter part that held the answer that she was seeking.
Olivier shut her out while he kissed her. His tongue was in her mouth as he kissed her slowly and deeply. Could she accept physical but not emotional closeness?
Then the question became academic, because the three of them were tumbling onto the bed.
Gahariet reached for Phuong firs
t, holding her close, his tongue in her mouth.
Olivier was stroking the curve of her waist and then going all the way down to the back of her knees. Normally, she was ticklish there, but today it made her body feel like it was on fire.
Olivier was pulling Phuong’s hands above her head now, keeping them out of the way. Gahariet was pulling her thighs apart and pushing his cock between her legs before entering her completely.
Olivier didn’t try to take her back door. Instead, he held Phuong in place while Gahariet pounded into her soft, small body, taking her over and over again until she was crying out, shaking between the two of them, and Gahariet was groaning as he released inside of her.
Phuong was twisting, her hands still held in Olivier’s hands. She leaned forward to kiss him. He let go of her hands and planted his hands on her butt, rolling so that she was on top of him.
She used her new freedom to guide his cock into her warm, wet opening. Olivier’s eyes rolled back in his head as she rode him, setting a fast and steady pace until she felt him fill her with his seed.
All of them were sweaty, panting, and satisfied.
Physically, anyway.
Afterwards, Phuong stared at the ceiling while she listened to the snores of her mates. She was too afraid to ask them outright about their history with her family — the last imperial family of the Yore.
* * *
The next morning, she was awakened when Olivier kissed her mouth.
“Good morning.”
The question had been bouncing around in her head all night. It was out before she could stop it.
“What position did your house take when Emperor Bao Dai fell?”
The twins were absolutely still. Olivier leaned back from her.
