Willow felt a current flowing from Kenny’s cock into her — not quite electrical, but without the vocabulary for it, she couldn’t describe it.
Kenny reached behind him to touch Silas, over her to touch Boone, and seconds later she felt the same energy coming from their cocks. Silas streaming it into her pussy. Boone jetting it into her ass.
It wasn’t sexual, it was powerful. Primal. As if the four of them were one being, one creation, one entity.
Kenny’s voice dropped into ceremony-mode, the one he uses at the full-moon gatherings, both velvet and iron.
“Speak your vow.”
She met his gaze.
“To the three who bear my blood and control my flesh: I am yours. Yours to command, to train, to discipline, to bind, to hurt.
“I offer my flesh and my obedience to your cruelty, your care, your authority. I offer not just my will but its surrender.
“I give you my body, my breath, my blood.
“With my blood, I surrender myself to you — body, will, and service. Let this blood anchor me to your control.”
Kenny’s gaze was steady. His voice ceremonial, as if the magic somehow amplified it.
“I accept your oath of body, will, and service. I accept your vows of subservience, obedience, and surrender.
“I accept the responsibility of protecting you, of owning you, of using you without mercy, of violating you to satisfy needs.
“I vow to provide solid structure and strict ritual, and to wield discipline as the tool that sustains them. To lead with stability, to correct without hesitation, and to forge you into a vessel who can handle the demands of three insatiable wolves with obedience, with grace, and with unfaltering submission.
“I take you.”
Silas’s voice was next, slow and rich.
“I accept your oath of body, will, and service. I accept your vows of subservience, obedience, and surrender.
“I accept the responsibility of protecting you, of owning you, of using you without mercy, of violating you to satisfy needs.
“I vow to deliver suffering without mercy, to debase you until you kneel broken in your own shame, shattered and sobbing, and then to demand you rise from the wreckage I’ve made of you, crawling from the primordial depths so I can feed you with nourishment and love.
“I take you.”
Boone’s steady voice was next,
“I accept your oath of body, will, and service. I accept your vows of subservience, obedience, and surrender.
“I accept the responsibility of protecting you, of owning you, of using you without mercy, of violating you to satisfy needs.
“I vow to stretch you past reason and hold you there until you break, until surrender is your only truth. To mold you through effort and endurance, to train your body and temper your will, to push you farther than you think you can go, and to stand solid until the best version of yourself has no choice but to rise from the fire.
“I take you.”
Then Kenny said, “I bind us all by blood and oath.”
A shocked gasp tore from her throat when the magic surged.
The hum in her blood wasn’t metaphorical. Itmoved. Low and molten, coiling beneath her skin like something alive.
Something ancient locked into place — not in her body, but in her soul. A tether. A claim. A howling echo that sang through bone, blood, and breath.
And for a heartbeat, she thought it was done.
