Larissa’s p.o.v.
I wake up with a very sated feeling, a feeling that doesn’t just come from myself. Leia has enjoyed our time with our Mates as much as I did and she is fast asleep in the back of my head.
Quinlan is softly snoring when I feel someone gently pushing against the block I put up on my mind-link.
“Is it safe to bring some breakfast into the suite?” Dallas asks when I have lowered the block.
“Yeah, we are in our bedroom. Make sure you keep it quiet, Quinlan is still sleeping.” I answer her and pull up the block again.
I want to enjoy this for a bit longer and give myself a chance to grasp the consequences of my current situation. I don’t think it has sunk in yet, and I would rather panic in the privacy of my bedroom.
All I have learned about the true Mate-bond and the conn
