Chloe, Mated Coalition Fighter Quarters
Chloe, Mated Coalition Fighter Quarters“You are insane,” I said, once Dorian put me down, and only so once the door to our quarters slid closed and Seth engaged the lock. That measure wasn’t really necessary since I didn’t plan on bolting, not that two huge mates would allow it.
“Perhaps, but discovering your mate is a commander with the I.C., you can’t blame me,” Dorian said working his armored shirt over his head.
commander “I wasn’t keeping it from you intentionally,” I replied, spinning on my heel and going over to the table in the small kitchen area and sliding my fingers over the smooth metal surface. I didn’t want to look at either of my mates while we had this conversation. I could feel them, which was plenty.
feel “Strip, Commander,” Set
