Six months later

Pilar smiled as she walked to where Dymme lay perched on a chaise in their secret garden. Ever since mating, they had both moved into Nitheo’s home. His home had been prepared for the arrival of his two mates. It was a large home built into the side of a mountain that was large enough for a triad. The three of them were passionately in love, and happy.

Time had flown by since they’d officially mated each other. Pilar couldn’t remember ever being as happy as she was.

The day was beautiful and warm. The wind blew Pilar’s summer dress around her thighs as she made her way to her mate. She couldn’t imagine her life without them. Her breasts tingled from the feel of the warm gentle breeze caressing her hardened nipples through her thin dress.

The sight of Dymme spread out on the chaise warmed her heart. She had tried to hint all those months ago about Nitheo planting his seed, but Dymme hadn’t caught on. The night before their mating, Pilar had sensed something about both of them.

She had sensed they had both become pregnant.

She had been right. Here they both were, six months later, their bellies round with Nitheo’s children.

“How are you feeling?” Dymme asked as Pilar came to sit on the chaise with her. She reached out and rubbed Pilar’s roundness. Their pregnancies were smooth and moving along, together.

“Great.”

And she was. She was so in love with her mates, that for once, she was happy that she had the psychic gift. Had it not been for her gift, they may have still been out looking for each other.

“Come lay with me. It’s such a beautiful day,” Dymme murmured as she scooted over on the lounge chair to make room. The lush garden that surrounded them was their favorite spot to hang out in while Nitheo was gone. They could always be found in their little piece of heaven.

He’d had a meeting with the carpenters that were building the babies’ custom furniture for their nurseries. Only the best for the Caine babes. He had left that morning, promising to be back sometime during the afternoon.

Pilar snuggled against Dymme’s soft body. Her mates always made her feel loved, and Pilar smiled as Dymme wrapped her arm around her, drawing her close. She too was dressed in a summer dress that did little to hide her exquisite body.

Unable to resist, Pilar pulled on the straps of Dymme’s dress, freeing her breasts. She hadn’t tasted her mate since that morning after Nitheo had left. They had spent the morning in bed together, but that was hours ago.

She needed her mate’s softness.

She used her tongue to lave the beautiful mounds. Soon, she knew that she would not only have to share them with Nitheo, but the babe in her belly as well.

“Pilar.” She loved to hear her mates moan her name. It gave her great pleasure in knowing that she was pleasing them.

She felt the soft hands of her mate push down the thin straps of her dress, freeing her naked breasts. As always, they all wanted to have easy access to each other.

“Spread your legs,” she murmured against Dymme’s breast. She continued her assault on the soft mound, rolling the taut nipple with her tongue. Her mate did as she asked, allowing Pilar to pull her dress out the way to expose her waiting pussy. Pilar’s fingers dove in, finding her mate slick. She pinched Dymme’s swollen clitoris, causing her to writhe on the chaise.

Dymme reciprocated the action, finding her way to Pilar’s swollen nub. With their bellies as big as they were, it took some practice to get around them, but she and Dymme were perfectionists. They made it work. She spread her legs wide to allow Dymme to dip her fingers deep within her waiting core.

“You girls always know how to greet me.” Nitheo’s deep voice appeared over them. Pilar looked up from Dymme’s breasts to see their mate come around to stand in front of them.

Their mate was home.

Pilar knew the sight they made pleased him. His eyes greedily took in both of them with their dresses bunched around their waists, breasts thrust out in the open, their fingers buried in each other’s pussy.

Both of them groaned as they rode each other’s hands.

He began removing his clothes as he walked toward them.

“Welcome home, mate.”