Chapter 1522
She hadn’t moved from where she stood, but now she was behind him, her fingers sliding up his spine, her breasts pressed to his back. Emma kissed his shoulder, and Jude groaned low in his throat, caught in a web of heat and sound and soul.
They pulled him down into the grass.
They worshipped him.
Four women - Lucy, Sophie, Emma, and Zoey - bared themselves to him, bared themselves to each other, touching and moaning and kissing without shame or hesitation. The island responded with pulses of heat, the ground warming beneath their skin, the light shifting through the leaves to dance over their bodies.
Rose watched.
Not with jealousy.
With pride.
Jude lost track of whose mouth was where, whose hands teased his thighs, whose voice cried out his name. Lucy rode him first, eyes wild, fingers digging into his chest. Then Sophie, slower, firmer, with whispered confessions in his ear. Emma bent him to her will with soft whimpers and relentless motion. Zoey was last, her movements fierce and claiming, her lips bruising his as they came together in a tide of shared release.
When it was over, they lay tangled in the grass, breathing hard, bodies glistening with sweat and joy and the shimmer of something more.
Rose knelt beside them and placed her hand on Jude’s chest.
"You’re one of us now," she said softly.