I pulled my fingers back slowly, watching as Claire and Yelena squirmed, their bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. Their eyes were glazed, their breaths uneven, but they were listening—really listening—as I explained everything. My abilities. My power. The women waiting for me in America. And then, I told them about Natalya.
Claire's fingers tightened around the sheets, her expression flickering with a mix of curiosity and jealousy. Yelena bit her lip, her eyes narrowing slightly as she processed it. They exchanged a glance, their silent communication heavy with unspoken questions.
Then, Claire turned to me, her voice hesitant but bold. "Your women…" she started, her throat tight. "Will they… bully us?"
I chuckled, shaking my head as I pulled them both closer, my arms wrapping around their waists. "No," I said, my voice firm but warm. "They won't. They'll treat you as family."
