Mikki was catching her breath, but the corner of her mouth tipped up in a small smile.
Carefully I pulled out—even though I wanted to stay buried within her forever—and dropped onto the bed. Surnen lifted her off him and set her on top of me, her small body like a blanket draped over my chest. I could feel her breathing, her heat.
Surnen went to the bathing room and quickly returned with a wet cloth, cleaned our mate between her sticky, cum-coated thighs. I cleaned up as well and tossed it to the floor as Surnen climbed onto the bed beside us.
“I think you were right, Surnen,” she murmured. I felt her satisfaction and her weariness.
She’d transported not once, but twice today, survived a near-death experience with the Hive and then had been well and truly fucked. She’d sleep for a while.
“What’s that, mate?”
“Staying here in bed is the best idea ever. Let’s make it a rule.”
With that, she fell asleep, and I followed soon after. I was at peace, our mate with us. Satisfied. Safe. Surrounded.
I couldn’t have been happier.