This is exactly what it feels like to be fated.
Nothing matters except being together.
I don’t know how I got so wrapped up in things that didn’t matter.
That doesn’t get to happen again.
My mates are my world.
They mean more to me than anything else ever could.
Shayne’s fangs retract and he kisses the fresh wound on Robin’s throat.
She sighs softly, her gaze sleepy as she looks back at me.
Her legs wrap around my lower back.
Her hand brushes over Shayne’s chest.
He takes that hand in his and places it over his heart, almost mirroring what I did the other day.
She smiles at him, and he leans in to kiss her lips.
This is so much like a dream, like the sweetest dream I’ve ever had, but it’s completely real and I’ll never forget a moment of it.
Chapter Ninety-One
Robin
Falcon’s slow, easy pace rocks me into a blissed-out state that seems to go on and on. It’s giving me an afterglow that’s going to last, that’s for sure. I stroke a hand over my swollen belly, and he moans softly.
He can feel that?
I guess it’s his knot, but it seems crazy that it’s so sensitive.
I skim my fingers over my stomach, and sure enough, he groans for me again.
I bring Shayne’s hand over and he smiles at me as he helps me tease Falcon.
“This is new,” he admits, licking his lips. “It’s pretty hot.”
“This doesn’t happen when you …” I start, trailing off when I realize why.
They’re men. They don’t have my anatomy. My stomach was made to stretch.
That’s why Falcon’s knot is strokable through my skin.
“That feels too fucking good,” Falcon protests.
“Then, enjoy it,” Shayne tells him.
We stroke over my stomach while Falcon makes sexy sounds for us.
He curses under his breath when he’s getting close to losing it.
And Shayne uses a heavier touch, pushing him over.
“Oh!” I gasp out as a hot feeling fills my body.
