Epilogue

Eight years later

"Where are you?" Castor asks. My five-year-old son is lying on his back, little hands cushioning his head while he stares up at a perfect starry night.

"You see that cluster of stars over there?" Orion points to three bright stars aligned in a row. "That's Orion's belt. That's where he carried his weapons as he roamed the skies."

"And where's mom?"

"You see those stars that form a V-shape? They're real faint because they're far away."

"I see them!" Castor exclaims, as he does every time we have this conversation. Which is once a week at least.

"Well, that's the Pisces constellation. Two fish connected together."

"And where are we?" Pollux, my other five-year-old son shrills. He's standing up, hands shoved in the pocket of his pajamas, mouth open in wonder.

"You see those two bright stars, with those lines of smaller stars coming off them? That's you, and that's your brother."

"Wow," they say in unison. "Wow."

My heart swells. This is their favorite bedtime story, more than any book. Every time there's a clear night, Orion and I bring them outside and point out all the constellations, and tell the story of how we met, and they're amazed anew.

"Okay, time for bed, my heavenly twins." I kiss each of them on top of their dark heads. There are groans of protest, but when Orion crouches down and helps them clamber onto his back, they cling on like baby monkeys, shrieking in excitement.

Once we've gone through the bedtime routine and they're sound asleep in their bunkbeds, Orion and I come back outside. It's a beautiful spring night and the air is full of the rich smells of the forest.

We lay back on a soft blanket and I snuggle into my mate's arms.

"How's our latest constellation?" Orion strokes the swell of my belly.

I shoot him a dark look. Since our first cubs turned out to be twins, born under the sign of Gemini, Orion thinks it's a sign that we're going to have one cub for each sign of the zodiac. Our three-year old daughter, April, an Aries, is asleep upstairs, and this one is going to be a Cancerian. But no way am I giving birth another ten times. Six kids is my absolute max.

"Our baby is very much awake," I say. "Think she can't wait to meet her brothers."

He nuzzles me. "You know how sexy it is when you get sassy with me?"

"Nope?" I say innocently.

"Mmm… very." He slides his hand between my thighs.

I bite back a moan as the familiar heat floods through me. Eight years mated to Orion, and all it takes to get me wet is a kiss or a caress.

A moment later, he's arching over me, keeping his weight off my big belly while he kisses me deeply. His fingers are deft as he unbuttons my dress and eases off my bra, and once again, I'm naked under the stars. "So beautiful, Scout," he murmurs as he dips his head to my big, swollen breasts and kisses them all over. Eight years together and he still worships my body like it's the first time. Doesn't matter whether I'm pregnant, or I've just given birth, he can't get enough of me.

He slips behind me and spoons me, his big cock pushing its way into me, filling me up so perfectly. He fucks me slow and smooth, telling me how much he loves me in his growly, sexy voice. And when he tips me right over the edge, it feels like the stars are falling from the sky, showering us with their blessings.

THE END