Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Goldie pulled off my cock with a wet sound and looked up at me, her eyes glassy.
“You’re almost there,” she whispered. “We all are—I can feel it. Let go, Ronan. Let us in.”
I gritted my teeth. My body screamed for release, but my heart… my soul… I was terrified. Terrified that if I gave in now, I’d never stop wanting this. Never stop wanting them.
This isn’t right! Weres aren’t supposed to share. We aren’t—
But then she reached for me again—her hand stroking me, her lips brushing my tip. Finn was groaning behind her, his rhythm getting faster as he got closer to the edge. Around us, the Clearing pulsed with magic, eager for the pleasure that was building.
It was too much…I couldn’t fight anymore.
I let go and thrust into Goldie’s wet, welcoming mouth as she sucked me eagerly. And when I did, it was like falling into the sun. Pleasure ignited inside me, hot and blinding. It was an orgasm but something more than that—something deeper. An unraveling. A surrender.
And I knew, as I spilled into her mouth, that I was hers.
Whether I wanted to admit it or not.
19
FINN
We lay in a tangle of limbs on the mossy floor, the sweet scent of sex and the surrounding forest thick in the air. My chest rose and fell with every breath, each inhale sharp with pine and the wildflowers that had sprung up around us as we fucked. My skin still tingled from the echo of Goldie’s orgasm—hell, from all our orgasms. Because the three of us had come together, all at once—I was sure of that. I could feel it in my bones, in my blood. It felt magical…special. The way our bodies had reached the peak together in perfect harmony… it was more than pleasure. It was communion.
Goldie lay draped between us, her golden hair spilling across my chest like sunlight. Her eyes fluttered, lips still parted from her last cry. I tightened my arm around her waist, needing to anchor her there. Needing her close.
Beside us, Ronan sat up slowly. His body was as still and silent as stone, but his eyes betrayed him. He stared at us—at me and Goldie—like he wasn’t quite sure what had just happened. Like he wasn’t sure if he’d done something right… or terribly wrong.
“You okay?” I asked him softly.
He didn’t answer at first. Just stared at Goldie’s bare back, her shoulders rising and falling with each sleepy breath. Then his gaze flicked to me—our eyes locked.
“I didn’t mean to feel so much,” he said, his voice low. “Didn’t mean to want so much. I shouldn’t want it…what we just did.”
Guilt curled at the edges of his words like smoke. I understood it—hell, I’d felt that way once, too. But not anymore.
“Doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” I said quietly. “She’s ours now. Whether the curse gets lifted or not—I’m staying with Goldie.”
Ronan looked away.
I didn’t push him. I just reached over and laced my fingers through Goldie’s. Her thumb twitched lazily against mine, and my chest ached with something warm and full. She was everything. The center of us. Our anchor, our pleasure, our purpose.
A warm breeze stirred the leaves, and the air shimmered faintly—thick with the strange magic of the Clearing.
Then she returned.
Madam Locasta stepped from the shadows like mist coalescing into form. Her robes fluttered in an invisible wind, woven with moonlight and brambles, her silver-white hair cascading over her shoulders like water. Her glowing, lightning colored eyes swept over us—lingering a moment on our bare skin, our flushed faces.
“Well done,” she said simply, her voice like chimes over still water. “The debt is paid.”
I felt Goldie stir against me, her breath catching in a soft gasp as she sat up quickly.
“Thank you, demi-goddess,” she said, bowing her head low.
Locasta stepped forward, her gaze falling to the satchel of silver berries Ronan had gathered before. With a flick of her hand, it floated into the air, hovering between us.
“You may take them,” she said. “The bitter berries will aid you in your quest to break the curse… if your hearts remain aligned.” Her luminous eyes narrowed slightly. “But know this—there is no cure if you return. The Blighted Forest does not forgive a second trespass.”
“Understood,” I said, voice steady.
Beside me, Ronan nodded solemnly, and Goldie bowed her head once more.
“You are very kind, Madam Locasta,” she murmured.
Locasta’s form shimmered, already fading back into the trees.
“One last thing,” she said, her voice echoing through the trees even as her body vanished. “What you’ve shared here… was not just a performance. It was truth. Hold onto it. Or the forest will take more than your forms.”
And then she was gone.
The woods grew quiet again, except for the distant call of a bird and the rustling of leaves.
“Well…we did it.”
Goldie exhaled slowly and lay down again, curled against my side. I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and pressed a kiss to her temple.