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"Gonna...gonna come soon,"I grunted, feeling my release fast approaching. I shifted angles, making sure to hit that bundle of nerves dead-on with every plunge, and he loved it. I could see it in his face.

"Not...not yet,"Lyrian panted, nails raking down my back hard enough to leave red welts in their wake."Want...want us to come together..."

Determined to grant his wish, I reached between our sweat-slicked bodies, finding his dripping dick. In time with my increasingly erratic thrusts, I pumped it, smearing the copious pre-cum leaking from the slit.

The added stimulation proved too much for Lyrian, pushing him careening over the edge. His orgasm crashed through him, inner muscles clamping down around my throbbing member as thick ropes of pearlescent seed painted his stomach and chest.

With a roar of completion, I followed him into blissful oblivion, spurting jet after jet of hot cum deep into his spasming channel. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me, leaving me shuddering and gasping above him.

Boneless and sated, I collapsed onto the bed beside Lyrian, gathering him close. We lay there panting, basking in the afterglow as our heart rates gradually slowed. Lazy kisses were exchanged languidly, soft caresses soothing heated skin.

"I love you," Lyrian murmured, snuggling deeper into my embrace. "I keep saying it because it's true. It's one of the things I think about every day."

"I know," I swore solemnly, tightening my arms around him. "It's the same way with me, too."

Lyrian's Epilogue

Another 10 years later…

Watching Marcus negotiate with the Korean delegation reminded me so much of myself at his age. At twenty, he'd grown into his empathic abilities with a grace that still amazed me, and almost surpassed me, too. His quiet confidence and diplomatic skills had already earned him respect throughout the underworld. I couldn't be prouder of him.

"They're going to accept," I murmured to Zoren, monitoring the emotional signatures from our observation point. He was worried for a good reason, but I knew it was going to be okay. "Though the second-in-command is planning to request additional concessions."

Zoren nodded, his presence beside me as reassuring as ever. "Alexander's team is in position if anything goes wrong."

Our younger son had inherited Zoren's tactical brilliance along with my empathic abilities, choosing to focus on security operations. At twenty, he already commanded his own elite unit, combining traditional enforcement with empathic intelligence. The perfect blend of both his fathers. He was as feared as he was revered.

"Speaking of Alexander," I said, sensing a familiar burst of satisfaction from across the compound. "I believe he just broke up another attempt to infiltrate our eastern border."

"Third one this month." Zoren's pride was evident. "The Colombians are getting desperate."

A subtle shift in the negotiation room's emotional atmosphere caught my attention. Marcus had sensed the Korean delegate's hidden agenda and was smoothly redirecting the conversation. His technique had surpassed even mine—where I still sometimes pushed too hard, he moved with subtle precision. He learned from the best.

"Remember when we worried about them growing up in this life?" I asked, thinking back to those early years of parenthood. We'd wanted them to have a different life, but it didn't happen.

Zoren's hand found mine, squeezing gently. "They've exceeded every expectation. Though I still wish—"

"That they could have had normal lives?" I finished. "They are normal. There's nothing wrong with them."

A mental touch brushed my consciousness—Alexander, reporting in. "Dad, we found something interesting in the infiltrators' equipment. New tech, military-grade. Someone's backing them."

I relayed the information to Zoren, our years of partnership making the exchange effortless. This was how we'd built our empire: his strength and my insight, now multiplied through our sons.

Other groups didn't have what we had. That was our advantage.

"Marcus needs to know," Zoren said. "It could affect the negotiations."

I was already reaching out mentally to our older son, careful not to interrupt his concentration. Just a gentle warning about potential complications. His acknowledgment came witha touch of his own insight—he'd sensed something off about the Koreans' recent arms purchases.

"Sometimes I wonder," I mused, "what would have happened if we hadn't learned to trust each other's strengths back then. If we'd stayed locked in that cycle of protection versus independence."

"We would have lost everything," Zoren answered. "Including each other."

He was right. Our success, our sons, our entire empire—it all stemmed from that fundamental lesson. We would be nothing without it.

A commotion from the negotiation room drew our attention. Marcus had smoothly exposed the Korean delegation's hidden connections to the Colombian cartel, turning potential betrayal into a new opportunity.

Alexander's voice touched my mind again. "Permission to bring in my prisoner? He's got interesting things to say about who's funding these attacks."

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