Epilogue
Styx, Two Weeks Later
“Follow me.” Silver led the way down a corridor from my private quarters with Blade and Harper to a large banquet room. Harper walked between us, Blade and I on either side.
Each holding one of her hands.
This was the new normal, our mate safe and protected. Between us. Soothing our savage instincts with softness and smiles and surrender in bed.
Not just surrender. Submission. She gave over to our possession beautifully and now bore our marks. Just seeing them made me hard.
We’d been wild when we returned from our routing of the Kronos traitors. Animalistic in our need to claim her, make sure she was safe and real and ours.
But our ferocity had not scared her. The opposite, in fact. The wilder we were, the wetter her p***y, the harder she wanted to f**
