Epilogue
Fireworks explode before my eyes as my dragon shifter thrusts deep inside me from behind. Being bent over a low-rise wall of a rooftop doesn’t sound romantic, and okay I admit it’s not, but it is hot as fuck.
More bangs and bright lights explode across the night sky and I realise the fireworks are real.
“Wyatt, what the fuck?” I say, each word being punctuated by a thrust. I brace my hands harder on the brick wall to halt his pounding into my body. “You told me you weren’t going to make this one dramatic.”
As if on cue, the building on the opposite side of the riverbank, the one we’d just finished a job inside of, bursts into flames, and even larger fireworks start shrieking up towards the stars.
“I couldn’t resist.” Wyatt leans forward, dragging my earlobe between his teeth, a move he knows sends me to putty. “And look, I timed it perfectly so you can watch them as I send you to oblivion.”
Fuck my life.
Only, not really.
My life is pretty fucking fantastic. I may now have some extra work to do to cover up the arson attack one of my partners has just committed but it’s not the first time. Probably won’t be the last.
“I already did the paperwork,” Wyatt answers my unspoken words.
“The records show that this was a firework factory. The police will find enough evidence to suggest some dodgy health and safety, not to mention illegal levels of gunpowder and will conclude that the deaths of all inside as a trade deal gone wrong.”
I still force him to pull out of me so I can turn to face him. “You covered all bases?”
“Even down to making sure the gang's finances get donated to the youth centres in the borough.” He cups my face lovingly as he gives me the details.
Wyatt and I have been working as a team for about six months now, since he completed his training.
This is our fourth job in the human realm together, he’s not allowed outside of Hell solo yet.
And the gang we just took out were some of the biggest illegal arms dealers in the country.
Their souls will be crossing the Styx right about now.
We don’t do all of our missions together but it certainly keeps me on my toes when we do.
And I’m certainly not complaining about the celebration afterwards.
Wyatt sweeps his arms under my thighs, picking me up and causing me to shriek.
He turns to put my back to the stairwell door and resumes claiming me as I grip his shoulders and enjoy the ride.
A little while later, we’re taking to the skies, Wyatt using a little magic to hide himself from any humans looking up at the stars.
I have to open the portal back to our realm as that power is only bestowed on those at the top of Hades’s employment.
A fact I love to lord over my Dragon Shifter, using it as proof that I am indeed the better assassin.
Landing back in my apartment garden a little while later, I pull off my mask before raising a finger to my lips as Wyatt shifts up on the roof. He creeps down, coming to my side to see why I’ve told him to be quiet.
Curled up in a tangle of black fur, paws, and tails, Garrick and Milo are sharing one of the sun loungers in their panther forms, sleeping soundly. The friendship they’ve developed was something I didn’t see coming, but it makes me melt every time I find them together like this.
The first time they charged through the apartment like two overgrown puppies in their cat forms, Wyatt and I didn’t know whether to laugh or scold them.
Who knew my grumpy guard had such a playful side?
And as for Milo, seeing him let go and have fun, that’s something we would never curtail.
So now we simply pick up any of the furniture or plants that they knock over whenever they tumble around.
I do have to put my foot down, however, when they involve the pool in their playfighting; wet cats on the sofa, or the bed, is where I had drawn the line.
“Should we wake them?” Wyatt whispers beside me.
We don’t get to decide as one of Garrick’s ears flicks in our direction, his eyes opening a second later. He stretches his powerful body, jostling Milo awake, before he leaps off the bench and pads up to me.
Squatting, I run my hands over his silky coat before he pushes right into me, making me fall on my ass so he can bury his face in my neck.
A purr rattles from his chest as he stands over me and I continue fussing his ears and neck.
“Alright, get off me, I need to get cleaned up and report the job as done.”
He eases back and shifts, offering me a hand to help me up. “Everything go okay?”
“Yep, without a hitch.” I laugh, remembering Wyatt’s pyrotechnics that technically, were not part of the plan. I’ll tell him the truth tomorrow, when Wyatt isn’t around. And I’ll also tell him how we may have taken a detour and visited Wyatt’s brother before we headed back to Elysium.
Garrick pulls me into him and kisses me hello, before spinning me in his arms as Milo comes over to do the same.
“Hey,” he says in a soft voice.
“Hi.” I smile, wrapping him in my arms. He talks a little more now but still struggles most days, and only really manages full sentences when it’s just us four.
I managed to get him into some therapy which has helped him deal with his past. None of us care, though, if he never gets to the point of being able to talk freely, it doesn’t stop us from communicating.
Wyatt and I head to the bedroom downstairs, the one we all share, and take turns to wash up and change into comfier clothing.
The delicious smell of spicy food lures us back up to the main floor before long, as we slip into the routine we’ve come to carry out most evenings.
Milo cooks, whilst Garrick assists. I set the table and Wyatt sits around complaining that we won’t let him help.
After tasting his cooking a few times, we’ve banned him from the kitchen entirely.
He does plenty around the apartment, but providing food is not part of it, unless it’s ordering a takeout.
I take a glass of wine that Garrick hands me and take a sip before joining Wyatt at our dining table.
Before long we’re eating the delicious meal Milo has put together and we’re settling in for the evening.
It’s totally domestic and I can’t imagine my life any other way.
I’m one lucky bitch and I intend to cherish each of my guys for the rest of eternity.