Page 101 of Binding His Fated Mates

“If this isn’t a proposal, then what is it?” he asked cautiously.

“It’s a promise,” I told him.

“Someday—probably someday soon—we are going to ask you for real,” Hunter said, nodding at me. “And then, if you want it, we’re going to marry you. Both of us.”

“Well, then. You’d better keep your promise.” Daniel met Hunter’s gaze, then mine. “Because I do want that.”

I couldn’t help it. I leaned in and kissed him, reveling in the fact that he was ours—and we were both still here to be his. Daniel’s lips parted at once, surrendering so beautifully to me, letting me take control.

Then I pulled back and Hunter caught Daniel’s face with the palm of his hand, turning it so their gazes were locked. Hunter’s expression was achingly tender. Then he pulled Daniel in for a kiss as well. It was rougher than mine, hungrier, but still tender. And it was filled with just as much desperate need and want.

I’d made my choice—to stop asking myself if one of us was more real than the other and to instead be present. And, for perhaps the first time, I was at peace. Choosing to be here, to be embodied, to be with those I loved, was the only existential decision that truly mattered.

When Hunter pulled back, Daniel said, a bit breathlessly, “You two are trouble.”

Hunter and I traded a grin. My twin’s eyes were filled with love—not just for Daniel, but for me, too. And I was pretty sure mine were, too.

And then Hunter turned back to our mate and said, “Count on it. For as long as you’ll have us.”

Daniel laid his head down on my shoulder and met Hunter’s gaze. “Always.”

EPILOGUE || DANIEL

Two months later, I woke up to the sun streaming through the cabin window. It was the first day of fall and the air still held the heat of summer, though it would cool down soon. I, on the other hand, was pleasantly warm. Hunter’s arm was wrapped possessively around me, and Lee was facing me, his hand on my chest, directly above my heart. His eyes were closed, but I knew he was about to wake up. They both were.

We’d just been having a very—erm, arousing—dream and I was achingly hard as a result.

I heard the change in his breathing a moment before Hunter’s grip on me tightened and he scooted closer, pressing his hardness against my ass. I bit my lower lip and let out a satisfied sigh.

“Morning,” he breathed, right into my ear.

Lee opened his eyes a second later, before I could respond. His gaze was dark with hunger as it met mine.

“Hi,” he said, shifting closer to me and pressing his lips to mine. When he pulled back, he added, “Want to finish what we started?”

“Please,” I said, shifting my bare ass against Hunter’s cock so that the head slipped along the cleft of my cheeks. The three of us had started sleeping naked, which just seemed sensible, since clothing only got in the way of morning sex.

Hunter groaned. “Keep that up and I’m going to have to do something about it.”

“I think you’d better,” I told him, speaking over my shoulder. Then my gaze slid to Lee. “Both of you.”

Lee grinned, his eyes lighting up, and then he reached down and took himself and me in one hand, his palm moving along the shaft of our cocks with gentle, languid strokes.

Behind me, the bed shifted as Hunter rolled over to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand. There was a snicking sound as he popped the top off the lube. Then his slick fingers began to open me up.

The sensation of Hunter playing with my hole and Lee’s touch around my aching cock was almost too much. Then Lee abruptly pulled his hand away and held it up for Hunter, who poured a generous amount of lube into it.

Lee returned to his ministrations and, at the sensation of his warm hand stroking his cock and mine, I let out a soft gasp that he caught with a kiss.

In the same moment, Hunter pushed inside me, his arm tightening around my torso to pin me in place.

There was a moment of pain, but it was quickly replaced by the pleasure of having him fill me up completely, all the way down to the hilt, the delicious and familiar stretch as my body submitted to him.

He let out a satisfied groan, right into my ear, his hot breath on the back of my neck. “Fuck, you feel so incredible.”

“Don’t be gentle,” I begged.

He gave me what I needed, thrusting into me in earnest, causing me to whimper in pleasure as he started hitting my pleasure spot over and over, going a little rough with it, the way he knew I loved.