Time lost meaning as the three mates moved together, boundaries blurring, identities merging into something greater than their individual selves. In this sacred space, with Nova sleeping peacefully nearby under the chamber's watchful care, they forged anew the bonds that had sustained them through loss and transformation. Each touch was both plea and promise—a request for healing and a vow to protect.
Kai, feeling the intensity of their union, moved his hand faster, his thumb pressing harder on her sensitive bud. Marcus, his hunger for her now unchecked, bent to take her mouth once more, his fangs grazing her lower lip. Samantha tasted the coppery tang of her own blood on his tongue, a heady mix of pain and pleasure that only heightened her desire.
