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I cupped his face, grinning softly. “My Jem.”
There was no rush to the finish. Time seemed to bend and flow as Jem moved inside me. Everything distilled down to how he was filling me. His muscled shoulders beneath my fingers. The distant sound of the bed hitting the wall. Our moans mingling as we slowly built towards release.
It was a beautifully sweet harmony, the bond an echo chamber of love and lust, want and need, desperation and relief.
We’d come so close to being parted, but never again. If one of us was taken from this world, the other would follow immediately. It gave me a level of comfort I’d never felt before. Jem was mine. He would alwaysbemine.
Just as I’d always be his.
I came with his lips against mine, and Jem gasped, his hips stuttering.
I was completely unprepared for what happened next.
Jem’s pleasure flooded the bond, making me cry out again. My spent cock jumped as another mini orgasm washed through me.
“Wow,” Jem said, collapsing on top of me. “Just wow.”
I wound my arms and legs around him, clinging like a koala bear. “You can say that again.”
“Wow.”
I laughed, planting a kiss on his neck. “I love how much fun I have with you. Not the near-death stuff, obviously, but the rest of it? I think our life together is going to be pretty awesome.”
He leaned his chin on my chest, grinning softly at me. “And if we ever think things are getting boring, we can always rob another museum.”
“Or attend a terrible poetry slam.”
“What about sitting on top of more monuments?”
“For sure.” I smiled down at him. “I can’t wait to do all of that and more.”
“All the rest of our firsts,” he said huskily. “We can figure them out and experience them together.”
I kissed his forehead. “I can’t think of a better way to spend eternity.”
Epilogue – Jeremiah
SIX MONTHS LATER
Looking back now, I couldn’t believe I’d ever run from Noah. That I’d truly believed being mated would feel like being trapped.
It was laughable, really. My freedom came from being Noah’s mate. From choosing to love him every day. From exploring the world with him at my side. From loving him.
Noah was on my lap as we watched the sunrise. Our legs dangled over the edge of the Colosseum, the streets empty of the thousands of tourists who would descend later in the day.
We’d be long gone by then. When Noah’s schedule kept us too busy to travel for a prolonged period, this was what we did instead. At least once a week, we’d get up in the middle of the night and fly somewhere new.
Then, we’d watch the sunrise.
However, like on most of these trips, I wasn’t watching the sky.
I was watching my mate.
Sunrises would always hold a special place in my heart,but they weren’t my reminder to have hope any longer. That came from Noah.
I also didn’t need them to remind me that things would get better, not with how my life was now. In all honesty, I wasn’t certain itcouldget better. I was happy. Content. Not just with Noah, but with my whole life. I loved living with the Seraphim. I’d slipped into their organised chaos without skipping a beat. Having Nox there was an added bonus.
Sometimes, I’d be sat at dinner, just absorbing the atmosphere. The table would be groaning from the delicious food that Ez, Sam, and Rami had prepared. Nate and Theo would invariably be bickering, with Noah attempting to referee. Micah and Benji would be deep in discussion about something the rest of us didn’t fully understand. Grace and Breann would alternate between being lost in each other and snarking with the others.
