Chapter 1283
Across the pool, Sophie and Stella were locked in a slow, sensual kiss, limbs tangled together, breasts pressed tight, their moans lost in each other’s mouths. Zoey lay sprawled on her stomach, chin resting on her folded arms, watching with a lazy smirk as Natalie kissed down Grace’s spine, whispering things that made her tremble.
Susan and Layla knelt at the water’s edge, their hands intertwined, and Rose stood waist-deep in the pool, watching all of them with quiet satisfaction. Her body glistened, her eyes glowing like twin suns beneath the canopy of roots, and when she turned toward Jude and Lucy, she smiled softly.
"She’s awake," Rose whispered.
Lucy’s hips slowed, her breath catching as she looked toward Rose, then down at Jude. "I feel her inside me."
"She doesn’t want to take you," Rose said, stepping toward them. "She wants to become you."
Jude gasped as Lucy clenched around him again, her lips brushing his ear. "Then let her."
He came with a groan, his body shuddering as Lucy held him close, burying her face in his neck. The orgasm wasn’t sharp - it was deep. Like the pulse of the island moved through him, pulling pleasure out in long, endless waves. When it passed, Lucy slid off him and curled against his chest, panting, her skin flushed and shimmering faintly with the pool’s glow.
Rose knelt beside them, pressing a soft kiss to Jude’s lips, then one to Lucy’s. "You’re both ready."
"For what?" Emma asked, sitting up slowly, her hair a tangled halo around her face.
"The offering," Rose said.
Zoey raised a brow. "You mean that wasn’t it?"