My hips buck against my hand, the familiar tension building low in my belly. I’m close, so close, the pleasure coiling tighter with each stroke.
And then something shifts.
The fantasy becomes suddenly, shockingly real. I can feel him—not just imagine, but actuallyfeelhis presence, his arousal, his desperate need. The bond between us flares to life like a live wire, connecting us across the space that separates our rooms.
Through that connection, I feel everything. His hand wrapped around his hard length, stroking in time with my own movements. The way his breath catches when he imagines my mouth on him. The desperate way he whispers my name into the darkness.
“Lithia. Gods, Lithia.”
The psychic connection intensifies, and suddenly I can see him. Not with my eyes, but with perfect clarity nonetheless—sprawled on his bed, head thrown back in pleasure, his hand working his cock with increasing urgency.
And he can see me too. His golden eyes snap open in the vision, meeting mine across the impossible distance, and I realize he’s experiencing the same thing I am.
Mate bond,my wolf says with satisfaction.
The knowledge should terrify me, but I’m too far gone to care. Our eyes lock across the psychic connection as we touch ourselves, sharing every sensation, every spike of pleasure.
“Come for me,”he whispers, and I feel the words like a physical caress.“Let me feel you fall apart.”
The dual sensation—my own building climax and his echoing through the bond—is overwhelming. I feel his pleasure as if it were my own, feel how my image affects him, how desperately he wants to be the one touching me.
“Kier,”I gasp, and watch his hand speed up at the sound of his name.
“That’s it, baby. Come with me. Let me feel you.”
The orgasm hits like lightning, pleasure crashing over me in waves so intense I arch off the bed with a cry I barely manage to muffle. Through the bond, I feel Kier’s release echo mine, his pleasure amplifying my own until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
For several heartbeats, we’re suspended in shared ecstasy, the bond pulsing between us like a heartbeat. Then slowly, gradually, reality reasserts itself.
I collapse back against my pillows, breathing hard, my body still trembling from the intensity of what just happened. The bond settles to a warm current beneath my skin, no longer the overwhelming flood but a constant, undeniable connection.
See?my wolf says smugly.Mate.
I stare at the ceiling, processing what just occurred. Shared orgasms through a psychic bond. The kind of connection that only exists between true mates.
Fuck.
There’s no denying it now, no pretending this is just attraction or leftover adrenaline from our escape. The bond is real, powerful, and apparently permanent.
A soft knock at my door makes me freeze.
“Lithia?” Kier’s voice, rough with recent pleasure and uncertainty.
I close my eyes, torn between the desperate need to seehim and the equally desperate need to maintain some semblance of control over my rapidly unraveling life.
Let him in,my wolf urges.Stop fighting.
My feet move before I make a conscious decision, carrying me to the door. I hesitate with my hand on the latch, knowing that opening it will change everything.
Everything’s already changed,I realize.The bond saw to that.
I open the door.
Kier stands in the hallway, his hair mussed from sleep, wearing only loose pants that hang low on his hips.
“Well,” he says, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “That was either the most intense spiritual experience of my life, or you’re about to tell me I’m hallucinating again.”
Despite everything, I snort. “We can’t just put it down to a wet dream?”
