“Move, set the pace,” Dominic growled.
With that, the shower filled with groans, moans, and grunts, as Lucas and Dominic found a delightful rhythm. It felt as if we were truly united—truly one.
Lucas’s pace quickened, and Dominic grasped my hips and pounded in and out of me. My orgasm rushed through my body as a tidal wave; I wasn’t going to last. Thankfully, by the sounds, neither were my mates.
I stroked my aching cock. I wanted to come when they did.
“Fuck, yes! Jack your dick! Come, Talon, come now!” Dominic roared.
His words and his order were all I needed. Tensing, I howled at my release, my cock erupting with cum. Dominic and Lucas weren’t far behind. They screamed and stilled.
Dominic's cock pulsed within my body, filling me with his seed.
Dominic collapsed on my back, panting. “That was amazing,” he whispered breathlessly.
“You can say that again,” I echoed back.
“I love this form of punishment,” Lucas added.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his words. Soon, we all devolved into fits of laughter. Rising to my feet, I turned to look at my mates. This was perfect.
“I love you, both of you.” I couldn’t stop the words from flowing. They were the only words that could make this moment more perfect.
Dominic grinned. “I love you too. I didn’t know what love was before, but I do now—I love both of you.”
“I love you both, too. There’s no getting rid of each other now,” Lucas echoed.
I wrapped my arms around my mates and pulled them close. Kissing them gently. Yes, there was no getting rid of each other. We were in it to win it.
“I guess we need a shower from our shower,” I said, turning to the spraying water.
“Thank god for instant hot water and not worrying about it turning cold,” Lucas replied, gathering the soap.
“Amen to that,” Dominic replied.
I sighed as we washed. Now all we had to do was figure the other shit out, I thought. The worries of earlier rushed back to me. I really didn’t want to move. How did I tell Dominic? How did I explain it but also keep the emperor from coming after us?
As if reading my mind, Dominic’s expression grew serious. He turned to face both of us, his gaze firm yet gentle. “I need to tell you both something important,” he began, and I could feel the weight of his words even before he spoke them.
I turned to face him.
“I’ve decided to turn down the position of Prince of Princes,” he said resolutely. “My place is here, with you, in peace. I don’t want power or a throne to complicate what we have.”
Lucas’s brow furrowed with worry. “But what about the emperor? Won’t he be angry?”
Dominic shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’ll deal with him. And Jorin will continue to manage things in the nether realm. Honestly, the emperor will probably be relieved—less competition for power, less threat to his rule.”
“Do you think Jorin will be up to it?” I asked.
Jorin was severely injured in the battle, and we had thought he was dead. Dominic was relieved that his captain, his friend, had made it, albeit missing a limb.
“Jorin can handle it. He’s getting used to things, and Ev is helping him out, much to Jorin’s dismay.”
Lucas grinned at the mention of his friend. “I told Ev to take care of Jorin.”
“Playing matchmaker?” I teased with a laugh.
Lucas shrugged before he focused back on Dominic. “Are you really sure this will be okay?”
