Epilogue
Danae
The nursery is so quiet that it feels almost sacred, like stepping into some secret place where time itself slows down. The only sounds are the gentle creak of the rocking chair when I move my weight and Mia’s soft, even breathing. The room smells faintly of lavender from the diffuser in the corner, and the air is cool and clean, carrying just the faintest hint of night. I should be asleep—goodness knows tomorrow is going to be a long day—but instead, I find myself lingering here, unable to leave.
Through the wide glass window, the night sky stretches endlessly, dotted with stars that look like tiny diamonds scattered on a black velvet cloth. The moon hangs low, full, and bright, spilling silver light over everything, making it look soft and magical. I never used to notice things like this—the way the world feels alive in the stillness of night. But since Mia, everything feels different. Bigger. Smaller. More meaningful.
I look at her, sleeping in her cradle, her little chest rising and falling with each breath. She’s so perfect it almost hurts. Her tiny hands are curled into soft fists, and a patch of her auburn hair sticks up stubbornly, defying gravity. It’s Silas’s hair, no doubt about it. She has his eyes, too—deep blue and thoughtful, even at this age. But the rest of her? She’s mine. From the curve of her tiny nose to the shape of her cheeks, she’s my reflection in miniature, and it does something to my heart every time I think about it.
I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees, and just watch her for a while. I can’t help it. There’s something about the way she sleeps, so peaceful, like the world could crumble to ash around her, and she’d still dream her little baby dreams. It fills me with this warmth I can’t put into words, this bubbling love that overflows and spills into every corner of my being.
My eyes drift to the half-packed bag sitting in the corner of the room, and a spark of anticipation flares in my chest. Tomorrow, we’re going back to my city—my old life. It feels like a lifetime ago like I’m remembering someone else’s story. When I left, I was just some unwanted girl. And now? Now I’m a wife to three mates who adore me and a mother to the most perfect baby girl in the world. It’s surreal. It’s like something out of a dream, and I can’t wait to walk into that life I left behind and show them who I’ve become.
I imagine introducing Mia to my family, seeing their faces when they meet her for the first time. She’s going to charm them all. I know it. Who wouldn’t fall in love with her? The thought makes me smile, and I feel this fierce pride swelling in my chest. My baby. My Mia.
I reach down and brush a soft kiss against her forehead, breathing in that sweet, powdery baby smell that’s uniquely hers. She stirs a little, her tiny hand twitching, but she doesn’t wake. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the hum of the night.
Straightening up, I glance around the nursery one last time, taking in every detail—the stuffed animals lined up neatly on the shelves, the soft cream-colored curtains, the glow of the nightlight in the corner. This room is my favorite place in the house.
I slip out quietly, pulling the door closed behind me, and head back to my bedroom. The hallway feels cooler, darker, and I wrap my arms around myself as I walk. The house is still, the kind of stillness that only comes late at night when everyone else is asleep.
I’m pulling a shirt off the hanger when I hear the soft creak of the door. My head snaps up, and I glance over my shoulder to see Adriel’s face peeking into the room. He’s grinning, that mischievous, lopsided grin that always makes me roll my eyes and melt at the same time.
I laugh softly, setting the shirt down. “What are you doing sneaking around like that?”
“I just checked on Mia,” he says, stepping inside and leaning casually against the doorframe. “She’s sound asleep. Perfect little angel.”
His words, spoken so warmly, make my chest swell with love.
“Good,” I say, turning back to the bag and folding the shirt neatly. “I just kissed her goodnight. She’s perfect, isn’t she?”
“She is,” he agrees, his voice quieter now, a little deeper. When I glance up again, he’s watching me—not in the casual, teasing way he usually does, but with this intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. “Danae…” His voice trails off as he takes a slow step toward me. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all night.”
Before I can respond, the door creaks again, and Silas steps in, his broad shoulders filling the space. His blue eyes meet mine, smoldering, and he gives me this slow, knowing smile.
“Apparently, I’m not the only one who can’t stop thinking about you tonight,” Adriel says. He gestures with a tilt of his head as Joseph slips in behind Silas, closing the door softly behind him.
I blink at them, caught somewhere between amusement and breathless anticipation. “Seriously?” I laugh, though my voice comes out shakier than I intend. “What is this, some kind of ambush?”
Silas chuckles, low and deep, as he leans casually against the dresser. “You could call it that,” he says, his voice rich with amusement, though his eyes burn with something far less innocent.
Joseph doesn’t say anything at first. He just crosses the room in a few easy strides and leans down to press a soft kiss to the top of my head. When he pulls back, he looks at me with those calm, steady eyes that always seem to know exactly what I’m thinking. “You’ve been busy,” he says quietly, his gaze flicking to the suitcase. “But we thought maybe you could use a little…distraction.”
My laugh fades into a shaky breath as I look at the three of them, standing there like some impossibly perfect dream. There’s an edge to them tonight, a fire in their eyes that makes my pulse quicken. Adriel, with his easy charm, masking something far more dangerous. Silas, all rugged strength and quiet dominance. And Joseph, steady and grounding, yet every bit as intense as the others.
They’re watching me like I’m the center of their universe, and it’s impossible to ignore the way their gazes linger on me, the heat in their expressions. My heart pounds in my chest, excitement crackling through me like electricity.
“This is adorable,” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I have a lot to—”
“Shh,” Adriel cuts me off, pressing a finger to his lips as he takes another step closer. “Packing can wait. Right now, you’re ours.”
Silas steps forward, and in a heartbeat, I’m surrounded, completely dwarfed by the sheer presence of all three of them. They’re so close now, tantalizingly close, their heat radiating off them in waves that make the air feel charged. My breath catches as I tilt my head back, my gaze flitting between their faces—each one so different, yet all of them looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters.
Silas moves first, his strong arm circling around my waist with a confidence that sends a jolt through me. He pulls me against him, his solid frame pressing into mine as if he’s claiming me in the simplest, most profound way. And then he kisses me. It’s warm, almost reverent, his lips soft but commanding, like he’s pouring everything he feels into this one touch.
My body tenses, not out of hesitation, but because it’s overwhelming—the heat, the closeness, the way my heart thunders in my chest like it’s trying to escape.
Adriel moves his hand to my shoulder, his touch light but purposeful as he brushes my hair aside. The cool air kisses the exposed skin of my neck for just a second before his mouth replaces it. His lips are hot and insistent, the scrape of his teeth just enough to make my breath hitch against Silas’s mouth. And when his tongue trails up my neck, wet and teasing, a shiver races through me, leaving me trembling in their arms.
Joseph steps in on my other side. His fingers skim my jaw, tilting my head slightly to the side, and then he mirrors Adriel’s movements with a precision that makes my knees weak. His mouth presses against the other side of my neck, his tongue dragging slowly, purposefully, as if he’s savoring every second of this.
The sensations are too much, their lips and hands and warmth all consuming me at once. Sparks shoot through me with every kiss, every touch, until I can barely think straight. It’s like they’ve choreographed this moment, like they’ve been waiting for the perfect time to overwhelm me completely.
For a brief, fleeting second, the thought amuses me, and I almost laugh. Almost. But the sound dies in my throat, replaced by a sharp gasp as their hands and mouths continue their assault on my senses.
Adriel moves his hand and gently undoes my night dress, the fabric dangling off me and down to my legs.
“Look who’s not wearing any panties,” Adriel whispers in my ear with that maddening tease in his voice. Then his voice hardens slightly, “Naughty girl.” It sends such a rush through me that I can only bite onto my lip in response.
Silas leans downwards and picks me off my feet, my legs resting on his forearms, my breasts pressing against him. His lips are still planted on mine as he takes a few short steps to the bed. He lays me down on it gently, and he pulls out of the kiss. I’m breathless as my eyes drink them in, these three powerful bulls standing around me, looking at me like I’m a piece of meat they can’t wait to devour.
Silas and Adriel start slipping out of their pajamas, but something snaps in Joseph because he clearly can’t hold on any longer. He moves to me on the bed, his breath coming in fast. “You look so fucking delicious,” he says, and I can feel the heat from his breath down below. It’s almost like he’s not talking to me. He’s talking to my pussy.
He dives in like a man dying of thirst at the first sight of water. His tongue caressing my swollen lips, parting them and sucking on my clit. I can’t describe the noises that I’m making. All I know is I open my mouth, and sounds come out.
Silas arrives beside me now, completely bare, and his cock dangles as if it’s got a mind of its own. I wrap my hand around it, feeling the heat from it radiate in my palm, and then I let it slip into my mouth. It’s thick, and I have to extend the muscles in my jaw to its absolute limit to take him in. He groans upon entry, his hand gently caressing my face, and it gives me a kind of satisfaction to see him this way.
Adriel, eager not to miss out, steps to the other side. My free hand finds his cock, and I gently caress it. I peel my mouth off of Silas and take Adriel, then back again every few seconds. I glance at their eyes, and they’re both so fucking hot when they’re needy like this.
“Oh fuck!” The scream barges out of me as Joseph increases the tempo, flicking his tongue over my clit over and over. His fingers have joined the assault now, thrusting into me, matching the rhythm of his flapping tongue. I lose control of my hands, and they fly onto the bed, gripping the sheets as Joseph makes me climax.
“Now you’re ready,” Silas says with a small smirk on his face. He steps away from my side and switches positions with Joseph.
“I always love the look on your face,” he says, looking straight into my eyes. “When I thrust into you for the first time.”
He sinks into me just then, and it feels like my eyes glitch. My eyes move uncoordinatedly, my right eye twitches, its lashes flapping, and I feel my left eye roll back.
“Oh my goodness, that’s so fucking hot,” Adriel says as he grabs onto my leg, pulling it wider. Joseph grabs my other leg, and now I’m completely spread apart, completely at Silas’ mercy.
But I don’t want mercy. And thankfully, he offers none.
He rams into me, the room filling up with the sound of his groans. Moans escape my lips with every breath.
“You take my cock so well. You look so good when I fuck you.” Silas’ voice is a lust filled rumble. I open my mouth to respond, but I can’t get any words out before Adriel shoves his cock in my mouth. I relax my throat, letting him in deeper.
Silas’ motion because faster, more frantic. “Your face…I want to cum all over your face.” The words leave him in a needy breath.
It tugs at me, at my desire to please him. I let Adriel’s cock slip out of my mouth and find my voice. “Cum on my face baby… Please…I want all your cum.”
It’s like my words push him off the edge. He pulls out of me frantically and moves his body up towards my face. I stick out my tongue as he shoots his load all over my face, the warm fluid flying all over my cheeks and chest.
Silas’ breathing is ragged, and I chuckle at the sight. He’s so cute like this. He moves over, and Adriel doesn’t miss a beat. He flips me around like I weigh nothing.
He plants kisses along my spine, all the way up to my neck, and then he whispers. “Give me your most perfect arch, baby.” I love it when he talks to me like that. I raise my knees and bend my waist until I’m in the perfect position.
Adriel’s voice comes through from behind me. “Perfect.”
His thick cock grazes my entrance, teasing me just as Joseph moves in front of me. His cock is literally pulsating, and I don’t hesitate. I move my tongue along his balls, making him groan as I lick at them and stroke his cock.
And then Adriel finally decides to stop teasing. His firm member digs into me, making my body quake as the sound of our skin smacking fills the space.
“You’re so perfect.” Adriel groans.
“She is.” Silas’ voice comes from behind him.
Another orgasm engulfs me, setting fire to my senses as the flood of pleasure pulls me under.
It’s going to be a long, pleasure filled night. It always is when they are like this and when I’m like this.
And I almost can’t believe that I’ll have this forever. Silas, Adriel, Joseph. They’re mine. And I’m theirs. Forever. With my family, this is my happy ever after.