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I glanced over my shoulder to witness Kenji's palm sliding possessively down Varon's sculpted back, fingertips tracing each ridge of muscle before gripping his ass with hungry familiarity. The way Varon arched into the touch, the knowing smirk that passed between them as their mouths met in a bruising kiss, it wasn't just experience I was seeing.
It was a shared history written in the precise way Kenji knew exactly how to make Varon gasp, in how Varon's fingers threaded through Kenji's hair with the perfect tension. Their bodies spoke a language they'd perfected together many times before, in beds and hidden places I could only imagine. The realization sent an unexpected thrill racing through me, pooling hot and insistent between my thighs as I watched them move together like waves meeting shore.
The sight of them, Varon's eyes locked with Kenji's as they moved together, sent a fresh wave of desire through me.
I rode Elias harder, my thighs trembling with exertion as I rolled my hips in a rhythm that bordered on desperate. Each downward stroke drew deep, guttural groans from himthat didn't just reach my ears but reverberated through our bond like thunder, amplifying my own pleasure tenfold.
His hands gripped my waist, fingertips pressing imprints I'd wear proudly tomorrow, guiding me into a punishing pace that had us both slick with sweat. The raw connection between us transformed each of his sounds into physical sensations that rippled across my skin, his pleasure becoming mine in waves that threatened to drown me. I could feel exactly how he experienced me clenching around him, the doubled sensation making my vision blur at the edges as I threw my head back, my own cries mingling with his in the charged air.
"That's it," he grunted, his hands guiding my hips. "Take what you need."
I could feel not just his pleasure but his wonder at the intensity of our bond, his joy at finally being able to express everything he felt for me and for the others. It was overwhelming in the best possible way.
When Elias finally found his release inside me, I followed him over the edge, our shared climax echoing through the bond to Kenji and Varon, who followed moments later.
We barely paused to catch our breath before rearranging ourselves again. This time, Kenji lay beside me, his eyes burning into mine as he entered me with one smooth thrust. Varon and Elias were tangled together nearby, their bodies forming a beautiful contrast of light and dark.
The night continued in this way, a continuous flow of pleasure and connection as we each took turns with everyone else.
By the time Kenji finished inside me, marking me with a final deep, possessive thrust, I was floating untethered in a haze of satisfaction and wonder. His release pulsed like an electric wave, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my trembling thighs as he groaned against my neck. The vibration of his pleasure resonated through my already oversensitivebody, leaving me gasping as aftershocks rippled through me, squeezing him rhythmically. I couldn't tell where my pleasure ended and his began. I couldn't distinguish between the four of us anymore, our essences mingled so completely that we existed as one entity of pure sensation rather than separate bodies joined in passion.
We lay together in the cushions afterward, our bodies intertwined so completely that it was hard to tell where one of us ended and another began.
"I can feel all of you," I murmured, my voice hoarse from crying out in pleasure. "Inside me, in every way possible now."
"The bond is complete," Varon pressed a kiss to my temple. "We are one."
"Four parts of a whole," Elias added, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin.
Kenji smiled, his usual mischief tempered by a depth of emotion that took my breath away. "Forever connected."
I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of being utterly surrounded by them—physically, emotionally, magically. The ritual bond had transformed us individually, but what we'd just shared had truly made us one.
Chapter 51: Zoey
I winced as another bolt of energy shot from my fingertips, ricocheting off the metal-reinforced wall of Varon's private gym and dissipating harmlessly against the ceiling. Well, mostly harmlessly. A small scorch mark joined the constellation of similar marks that had appeared over the last few days of training.
"Sorry about your ceiling," I muttered to no one in particular, though I knew through our bond that Varon was amused rather than annoyed.
It had been three days since we completed the soul bond, and I was still adjusting to the constant awareness of three other people in my head. Not thoughts exactly, it wasn't like mind reading, but emotions, sensations, a general sense of their well-being, and proximity. Right now, Varon was across town at a meeting with Bradley, his focus sharp and businesslike despite the thread of anticipation for tonight thrumming between us. Elias was downtown, his concentration intense as he followed a lead on our case. And Kenji was somewhere close, his energy bright and curious.
"Focus, Zoey," Quilith's melodious voice cut through mywandering thoughts. They stood across from me, their hair floating slightly as if underwater. "Your power seeks to express itself. You must learn to direct it rather than merely containing it."
I huffed, blowing a strand of sweat-dampened hair from my forehead. "Easy for you to say. You've had centuries to practice."
Quilith's lips curved into that enigmatic smile that made me want to simultaneously hug them and throttle them. "And yet, even after all those centuries, I still cannot do what you do naturally."
I rolled my shoulders, trying to ease the tension that had built there. Since the ritual, my magic had been different. More potent. Less willing to stay dormant. It bubbled beneath my skin like champagne, eager to overflow at the slightest provocation. Which was exactly why Quilith had insisted on these daily training sessions.
"Let's try again," they glided across the polished wood floor of the gym without seeming to take steps. "Reach for that thread of power and visualize it as a stream. Not a flood, not a trickle, but a steady flow you can direct."
I closed my eyes, drawing in a deep breath. I could feel it inside me, that core of energy that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. Before, it had been like a pilot light, something I had to consciously fan into flame. Now it was a bonfire, crackling and spitting sparks with a life of its own.
I reached for it mentally, trying to imagine it as Quilith suggested, as a stream I could channel rather than a wildfire I needed to contain. For a moment, it worked. I felt the power respond, flowing through me like liquid light.
Then the gym door banged open, and Kenji's voice boomed across the space. "You are not going to believe what I just found!"
My concentration shattered. The energy I'dbeen carefully channeling surged, searching for an outlet. I felt it leap from me, arcing through the air toward the doorway where Kenji stood.
