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)
“Here we are, boys.” I muttered a spell under my breath and the door swung open. I stepped in and made a sweeping motion with one hand. “Please enter.”
Finn whistled low under his breath as we stepped over the threshold. “Damn, Goldie! This is some collection you have.”
Ronan said nothing. But the sound of the door clicking shut behind us was loud in the heavy quiet that followed.
The place was just as I’d left it—dark and decadent, dressed in shadows and velvet. Hanging lanterns glowed a soft, sultry red. My collection of cuffs and ropes gleamed on their wall-mounted hooks, neatly arranged like the tools of a very specific trade. The antique queening chair sat in its rightful place, draped in plush fabric, regal as a throne. Chains hung from the beams above, silent and suggestive. Everything smelled like beeswax, clean leather, and the faintest trace of something sweet and heady—like melted chocolate and summer sex.
Pushed against the far wall was a huge bed with satin sheets and plenty of room for three.
I love my little Lust Hut—it’s perfect for its purpose.
Finn walked deeper into the space, fingers trailing reverently over a suede paddle. “So this is it?”
I grinned.
“It is.”
“Wow…” He turned in a slow circle, taking it all in. “I want to live here.”
“Of course you do.” I turned toward Ronan, who stood stiffly just inside the door. His eyes flicked over the room, his jaw tight.
“You okay?” I asked gently.
“I…” He swallowed hard. “I’ve just never been in a place like this before.”
I stepped closer, brushing my fingers down his arm.
“It’s just a room. What happens here is about consent, trust, and pleasure. Nothing to be afraid of.”
He met my gaze, dark eyes full of shadows.
“I’m not afraid.”
“No?” I murmured, leaning in. “Then stay close. We’ve got work to do.”
We set up the portable potion base Goody A had given us on the side table—its cauldron already heating with an inner magical flame that licked blue at the edges. I unfolded the long parchment she’d given me and flattened it out. The ink shimmered faintly in the Lust Hut’s warm golden light.
One by one, I added the ingredients. A vial of moonflower sap—thick and luminous… a pinch of powdered Werebear claw, donated willingly… three of the bitter berries we’d gathered from the Blighted Forest. And lastly, a few strands of hair from each of the cursed ones. (Ronan and Finn plucked them out and handed them over when I asked.)
With each addition, the liquid in the cauldron changed—first cloudy, then clear, then deep gold like honeyed whiskey. The scent turned richer, more intoxicating, laced with something that curled in my lower belly and made me want to purr with desire.
Finn leaned in beside me, watching the brew bubble.
“God, that smells amazing. Is it done now?”
I looked down at the final line on the parchment and my breath caught. This must be the special note Goody A had talked about.
There were no words—just a mark. A rune I hadn’t seen in years—but I recognized it instantly. Old magic. Deep magic.
Lust magic.
I swallowed hard and turned the parchment around so the boys could see.
Ronan squinted at it.
“What does that mean?”
I looked at both of them, my pulse thudding in my throat. “It means… the potion won’t activate unless I have sex with the cursed. More specifically, if we have sex that Bonds us together.”
“You want to get Bonded?” Finn blinked. “With us?”
“Yes.” I tried to keep my voice calm. “With both of you. It’s part of the ritual. I didn’t realize it until now, but it makes sense. This isn’t just a potion—it’s a magical bond. I’m the one making it. It needs my magic—my body. I’ll be acting as a kind of bridge, so the magic can take hold in both of you and break the curse.”
Ronan’s expression was unreadable. Finn looked halfway between stunned and thrilled.
“So…” he said slowly, “in order to fix the curse, you have to…?”
“Fuck you,” I said simply. “Both of you. At the same time. And you’ll both need to fill me with your seed…with your cum.”
The words hung in the air like incense—hot and impossible to ignore.
Ronan looked away, hands curling into fists.
“Bonding is forever. This isn’t… how things are usually done.”
“No,” I agreed. “But you and Finn aren’t living under normal conditions. You’re dying by inches, both of you. Every time you Shift, it gets harder to come back. This is the only way I can help.” I spread my hands. “Take it or leave it. I can’t change the terms of the magic.”
“We’ll take it—we’ll take you,” Finn said quickly. He looked at Ronan. “You know this is right. Can’t you feel it? Because I can—Goldie should belong to us—both of us.”
Ronan still wouldn’t look at me.
His jaw clenched so tight I could see the pulse ticking in the side of his neck. He was breathing hard through his nose, like he was trying to hold back something—rage, desire, despair? Maybe all three. I felt a swirl of confusing emotions from him.