Jude stepped behind her and slid his hand over her stomach, down between her thighs, just brushing her folds. She gasped and leaned back against him, spreading her legs slightly. "They'll wake if we call them," he whispered.
"Then call them," Rose purred, walking behind him. She kissed his shoulder, her tongue flicking over his skin. "Let them see what kind of world they're being born into."
Without hesitation, Lucy stepped into the pool.
The water welcomed her instantly - wrapping around her ankles, her calves, her thighs like warm silk. She walked until it covered her to the waist, then turned around slowly. "It wants more."
Zoey grinned. "Then it gets more."
The wives followed, one by one, stepping into the water until their bodies shimmered beneath the surface, breasts bobbing gently, hair floating like seaweed. They began to hum again - first softly, then louder, in perfect harmony. The song was low and wet and intimate, made from breath and throat and longing.
