Page 43 of World At War

A whine escapes my lips as I try to move my hips to get them to move again. “I’m all tapped out baby,” Knox says as he reaches into the nightstand and passes his brother a condom.

My mate pulls out at almost the same time, and I feel so very empty. Draven flops onto his back as he maneuvers the condom into place. Before he has it all the way down his length, I am trying to climb on top of him. “Shhhh … baby, we have all night.” Draven tries to soothe me. My hind brain is engaged, and it only wants one thing and that’s it.

Feeling Draven hit home one more time, my body melts. Knox crawls up beside me and starts kissing my should down to my nipple. “Push her over the edge, Knox.” Draven grunts out as he slams his length into me.

Knox reacts immediately and bites my nipple. I throw my head back, crying out my release again. The deep pulsing in my core pulls Draven over the edge with me. Knox backs up releasing my nipple to curl up alongside of us. Draven slips free and Knox immediately pulls me to him.

Out of the brothers, Knox is the gentle one. He’s not demanding like his older brother is. He’s my snugger and the one I climb on when I need a good cry. Knox soothes my rough edges and tends to my fragile feelings when I need it.

Draven is my sword, my war machine that protects me with everything that he is. He guards me on multiple levels and knows what I need even when I don’t. I don’t know if this heat is a false heat or the real deal. The one thing I know is that both men love me, and that is all that matters.

-The next morning-

The first tendrils of dawn stretch across the sky, painting it in hues of pink and gold as the morning light filters through the stained glass window of our bedroom. The colors dance and shift with each passing moment, casting intricate patterns of shadow and light across the room.

Wrapped in the warm embrace of my mates, I feel a sense of peace wash over me, enveloping me like a comforting blanket. Their arms around me provide a sense of safety and security, grounding me in the present moment and banishing the lingering shadows of doubt and uncertainty that have plagued me in recent days.

For the first time in what feels like ages, I am not half-crazed with worry or consumed by restless thoughts. Instead, I am cocooned in a bubble of tranquility, my mind clear, and my heart light as I bask in the warmth of our shared love.

With a contented sigh, I slowly extricate myself from the tangle of limbs and blankets, careful not to disturb the peaceful slumber of my mates. As I pad softly across the room towards the phone, the cool wooden floor beneath my feet offers a welcome contrast to the warmth of the bed.

With nimble fingers, I dial the number for room service, placing an order for breakfast to be delivered to our door. As I hang upthe phone, a soft knock sounds from the other side of the room, signaling the arrival of our meal.

Hastening to the door, I pull it open and am greeted by the sight of a breakfast cart laden with an array of delicious treats. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of warm pastries and fresh fruit.

With a grateful smile, I wheel the cart into the room, careful not to spill any of its contents. As I set the table with plates and utensils, I can’t help but marvel at the simple yet profound joy of sharing a meal with loved ones.

The soft rays of the morning sun filter through the stained glass window, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the room. The colors dance and flicker across the walls, painting the space in a myriad of hues that shift and change with each passing moment.

As I move about the room, the gentle rustle of fabric and the clinking of dishes mingle with the soft murmurs of conversation, creating a soothing symphony of sound that fills the air. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the sweet aroma of warm pastries, teasing my senses and stirring my appetite.

With practiced ease, I pour steaming cups of coffee and glasses of juice, setting them down on the small table that sits before the stained glass window. The light filters through the intricate patterns of the glass, casting dappled shadows on the table and illuminating the breakfast spread with a soft, golden glow.

“Draven? Knox? Breakfast is here,” I call out, my voice carrying gently through the room. Moving to the bed, I reach out to gently tug on the blankets, coaxing my mates from their slumber.

At first, there is only the soft rustle of sheets and the quiet murmur of sleepy protests, but eventually, Knox stirs, blinkingsleepily as he opens his eyes. With a groan, he rouses himself from the bed, sliding into his seat at the table with a sense of eager anticipation.

I chuckle softly at his enthusiasm before turning my attention to Draven, who still lies nestled beneath the covers, his face half-buried in his pillow. With a playful grin, I reach out to gently tug on his foot, urging him to wake up.

“Time to get up, sleepyhead,” I tease, my voice laced with affection as I coax him from his slumber. Eventually, with a resigned sigh, Draven stirs, rolling over to blink blearily up at me.

“Alright, alright, I’m up,” he mumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he reluctantly climbs out of bed and joins us at the table.

The morning light casts a soft, golden glow across the room, illuminating the space with a warm, inviting ambiance. The scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, mingling with the mouthwatering aroma of sizzling bacon and the sweet fragrance of ripe fruit.

As we sit around the table, the clinking of utensils and the murmur of conversation create a gentle symphony of sound that fills the room. Knox reaches for a second helping of fruit and bacon, his appetite seemingly insatiable, while Draven takes a sip of his coffee, his eyes lingering on the plate of pastries before him.

“Is there anything we have to do today?” Knox asks, his voice punctuated by the occasional crunch of bacon. I take a moment to sip at my orange juice, the tangy sweetness dancing across my tongue, before responding.

“We just have to go get the kids from Daddy Klaus’s pack later. Other than that, no,” I reply, setting down my glass and reaching for a spoonful of banana pudding. Draven’s question about shopping draws my attention, and I consider the possibility as I swirl the creamy dessert in my mouth.

“We could. I don’t see why not,” I finally answer, a small smile playing at the corners of my lips. The thought of spending the day with my mates, exploring the shops and indulging in a bit of retail therapy fills me with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

As I reach for my phone, I notice the screen is filled with notifications, a testament to the busy night my siblings must have had. With a smile, I show the messages to Knox and Draven, the happiness in my heart reflected in their expressions as they read the news.

Who knew that our children’s birthday party would be responsible for bringing so many new families together?

Draven gets a wicked look in his eyes and then arches a brow. “Remember how Ladon made our lives hell in the beginning?”

Laughing, I shake my head. “Oh yes, brother dearest deserves payback.”

Draven jumps up from his seat and throws on his sweatpants and a tee shirt. “Revenge is finally mine!” He screams as he runs through our suite and out the door.

Shaking my head, I look over at Knox, and he’s laughing. “So much for a peaceful morning.” Shrugging his shoulders, he looks at me with a gentle smile. “So? Do you think?” He glances down at where my stomach is, then back up again.

I take a sip of my orange juice as I think about it. “If I am, I am. If I’m not, I’m not. Either way, I am okay.” I reach out and take his hand in mine and smile. If there’s one thing I’ve learned on our journey, it’s that as long as I have my mates and family, anything is possible.

The end.