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When Dylan came, his body released hours of tension. Holding tight to Royce, he sighed with relief even as he trembled with aftershocks. It felt as if he was glowing with contentment. After fighting what he desired for so long, being fucked to completion by the only alpha he wanted had him more satisfied than he’d ever been in his life.

Eyes heavy with the urge to sleep and a pleased smile on his lips, he looked up at his lover. Royce’s face was flushed, white blond hair tangled and sweaty on his forehead.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Royce chuckled, soft and low. “You’re welcome.”

Dylan suddenly remembered Royce’s cocky promise from earlier. He was too tired to come up with a teasing comeback. So he lightly bit Royce on the shoulder as a punishment forhis smugness before he let his eyes slip closed. Feeling soft and cared for, a rarity in his line of work, he let Royce wipe him down before he got them arranged beneath the covers.

With another sigh, Dylan welcomed the gentle slide into sleep. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for tonight, he was warm, sated and in his lover’s arms. Right now, that was all that mattered. He’d —they’d— figure out the rest in the morning.

Chapter 40

Royce awoke to the unfamiliar feeling of someone sleeping with him in his bed. It was a good feeling. Warm. Peaceful.

He looked down at the omega curled up against his chest. As an alpha, his normal body temp was cooler than omegas who usually ran hot. He didn’t want to burrow under the blanket like he usually did in the mornings, because he had the toasty sensation of warm skin pressed against him. It was... nice.

Moving slowly and carefully so as not to wake him, he brushed his fingers over Dylan’s buzz cut. The black hair was as soft as down. He continued to stroke the soft hair while he lay there enjoying the quiet.

Eventually Dylan was pulled out of whatever dreamland he was in, green eyes opening to blink sleepily up at him.

“Good morning,” he said in a husky morning whisper.

“Morning.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“About five minutes.”

“Hmm.” Dylan closed his eyes again. “Then it’s only fair that I get my five minutes of cuddle time before we get up.”

A smile tugged at Royce’s mouth. “That seems fair to me.”

“Good.”

They lay there, comfortable and cozy, the room gray and hazy as dawn light slipped in through the blinds. Royce resumed brushing his fingers over Dylan’s hair while Dylan traced gentle circles on Royce’s chest with the tips of his fingers.

“You know...”

“Yes?”

“We can have more mornings like this.”

“Can we?”

“Mmmm. Absolutely. We don’t have to put a label on it. We can simply enjoy each other. Our lives are day to day danger and death. Why not allow ourselves a little something nice in the storm of all that violence?”

“We still have the problem of our ranks,” Royce pointed out.

Dylan pressed a kiss to his shoulder before he looked up at him. “I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t give a shit about that. Being with you makes me happy and I’m not going to give that up just because we have different insignia on our chests.”

“If we’re caught we will have consequences.”

“Then we won’t get caught. We don’t have to advertise what we’re doing. No one has to know. And if they guess, guessing isn’t proof.”

Royce thought about it for a moment. What Dylan said was true. They didn’t have to flaunt their relationship outside of the privacy of their rooms. As teammates, they were always together anyway. No one would notice anything different about that.

“Okay.”