Epilogue
Seth, Nineteen Months Later
It had been a long, exhausting day. The mission had pulled me from bed. Those were the comm pings I hated the most. The ones where I had Chloe pressed to my front, like two spoons in a drawer. My arm was slung over her, my palm settled perfectly so it cupped her breast. It was the same position we always slept unless Dorian grabbed her first. Then he was on his back and he practically had Chloe tucked into his side. She could sleep either way; she was used to her mates constant need to touch and hold her.
Often, I’d wake her by sliding my c**k into her sweet p***y from behind, f*****g her slowly until she awakened with an orgasm, and my c*m deep inside her. With Dorian, all he had to do was lift her up so knees straddled his hips and she was riding h
