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But then the spiral shifted, the energy flowing between and through them changing to every direction at once, and Kenny gave the final command.

“Move.”

The three moved to the drumbeat of the magic. To the rhythm of something older than language. They moved fast, then faster, their bodies pounding into hers in sync with that primal pulse. Not just cocks inside her, but feral souls powered by presence andpurpose.

They weren’t just fucking her, they were welding her to them. Fusing their souls together.

Magic thickened the air, curled through her lungs, soaked her skin. The energy built, sharp and electric, and her body arched like a live wire. Every thrust drove the bond deeper, carved her open, sealed her shut. They were inside her in every way possible. Cock, spirit, dominance, love.

A claiming that echoed the bond they’d just made.

And when Kenny came — thick and hot, spraying her face, anointing her — so did Silas and Boone, with matching growls of possession and release.

“Come, Willow. Little hawk. Beloved fucktoy,” Kenny ordered, his voice echoing thunder.

And her body broke for him, convulsing, sobbing, locked around them all, her orgasm split her wide open, and something inside her screamed yes, yes,yes.

And in that final shudder, that last desperate pulse, she felt the final lock clicking into place.

Bound. Owned.

When it was over, they collapsed around her, tangled in sweat and still-glowing power, limbs sprawled. Sacred geometry made flesh.

Their breathing synced, a living circle of rhythm.

And for the first time in her life, Willow didn’t feel like a bird in a borrowed nest.

She felt home.

The room pulsed with quiet, the air thick with sex and magic. No one moved for a long moment, breath rising and falling in a shared rhythm, power still humming between them, low and warm.

Kenny stirred first. Swiped at his come on her face. Fed it to her, his gaze on hers the entire time. Chin to mouth. Cheek to mouth. He’d gotten iteverywhere.

When he was satisfied, he stood. Stared down at them. “Everyone on your feet. Let’s get cleaned up.”

Groans of reluctant movement followed. Silas rolled to his feet behind Kenny and padded to the bathroom, tossing towels back like a wolf offering meat. Boone lifted her carefully, and they groaned in stereo when his cock slid from her ass. She tried to stand but didn’t quite make it, and Kenny caught her, steadying her.

“I’ll plug her,” he told Boone, voice soft.

He sat her on the side of the bondage table to take the binding off her breast, and he gave her a little smirk. “We’ll have to explore breast binding in the coming nights. I have tighterbands, and if I’m not fucking your cleavage, we can explore doing it with hemp.”

Heat moved low in her body, but she tried hard to ignore it.

He stood her up, turned her, ordered her to bend back over, and forced a thick plug into her ass she’dknowwas there all night.

She wobbled, legs unsure, and let her men help her move. Silas wiped her forehead, her face, her chest, between her cleavage, between her thighs.

She didn’t speak. None of them did. The magic still hadn’t finished with them, and everything inside her felt cracked open, glowing. She couldfeelthem now, in a way she hadn’t before. Their magic. Their presence.

Kenny gave her a long look, tender and fierce all at once, and nodded toward the bed. “Go ahead, little hawk. You know the drill.”

She walked slowly to the tan medallion, paused to rest in inspection pose, waited a dozen breaths before Kenny gave permission, and she crawled onto the Alaska King. Her muscles were still shaky, and the sheets were cool.

The moment her head hit the pillow, she felt the magic shift, the air pressure change, and then three wolves leapt onto the bed. Fur and muscle jostling the bed, feet moving and circling.

One licked her cheek. One nuzzled her neck. One headbutted her hip.

They piled around her like it was instinct — Boone curling behind her, Silas sprawled above her head, his snout lined up with her shoulder, and Kenny at her front. He licked her breast where he’d pierced her flesh earlier, then nipped it gently before settling against her side.