Page 57 of Crossing Between

I stood in the meadow with my three bound partners, a warmth spreading through me unlike anything I'd ever experienced.

The ritual had left us connected in ways that transcended the physical.

I could feel them now, their emotions washing over me like gentle waves.

But there was something else building between us, a hunger that mirrored the intensity of the magic we'd just shared.

"I can feel all of you," my voice trembled slightly. "Inside me, like you're part of my soul now."

Varon stepped forward first, his crimson eyes glowing in the starlight. "The bond is complete in spirit," his fingers trailed along my jawline, "but our bodies need to seal it as well."

Kenji appeared at my other side, his eyes danced with mischief and desire. "We need to consummate what the magic has begun," his lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear.

"All of us together," Elias added, his deep voice resonating through me as he moved behind me, his strong hands settling at my waist. "As one."

I shivered, not from cold but from anticipation.

The meadow around us seemed to pulse with energy, the flowers releasing their sweet perfume into the night air.

Quilith had left behind a large ceremonial bed of sorts with plush cushions and silken sheets arranged beneath a canopy of flowering vines.

"Yes," I breathed, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with need. "Please."

They guided me to the cushioned area, the silken sheets cool against my heated skin as Varon gently untied my ritual robe.

His fingers were deliberate, each brush against my skin sending sparks along my nerves.

I could feel his desire through our new bond, his hunger for me intensifying my own.

The magical connection between us amplified every sensation.

His fingertips left invisible trails of fire that made me arch toward his touch.

"Your skin glows in the moonlight," his crimson eyes darkened as the robe fell open. I felt exposed yet completely safe beneath his gaze, while behind me, Elias's breath warmed my neck and Kenji's fingers intertwined with mine.

Through our bond, I felt the singular focus of their desire.

Three distinct flavors of want merging into something overwhelming.

Varon's touch was reverent yet possessive, my body responding with a wetness that surprised even me.

I trembled as the cool night air kissed my exposed flesh, but the heat radiating between the four of us created a cocoon of warmth that made clothing seem unnecessary.

"I can feel what you want," I whispered, my voice husky with need as my robe slipped completely away. "I can feel exactly how you want to touch me."

"You're so beautiful," Varon whispered, helping me out of the robe. "Even more so now that you carry a piece of each of us."

I reached for him, tugging at his robe as well, suddenly desperate to feel his skin against mine. "I want to see all of you," my voice growled with need. "All of you together."

My words seemed to break something loose in them.

In moments, all four of us had discarded our ceremonial robes.

I drank in the sight of them, my pulse thundering in my ears as our naked bodies gleamed in the night.

Varon's powerful frame commanded attention with centuries of battle and survival etched into every defined muscle that flexed as he moved toward me.

His skin bore ancient scars that I longed to trace with my tongue, each one a story I needed to taste.

Elias's broad shoulders and chest rose with heavy breaths, his intricate tattoos shifting and dancing across his skin as if alive with their own magic.

The moonlight caught the patterns, making them glow with an inner light that matched the intensity in his eyes.

I reached out, unable to resist running my fingers along one particularly mesmerizing design that snaked down past his hip.

And then there was Kenji, whose strong body moved with a natural grace that made my mouth go dry.

Muscle rippled beneath his skin as he knelt beside me, the curve of his back and the sharp cut of his hips drawing my gaze downward to where he was already hard and ready.

Through our bond, I felt his awareness of my scrutiny, the pleasure it gave him to be desired so openly by me.

"How should we begin?" Elias's eyes now glowed so brightly they cast shadows across his sharp features.

Kenji grinned, producing a small bottle from somewhere. "I came prepared," he gave a wink that made me laugh despite the intensity of the moment.

I lay back on the silken cushions, extending my arms in invitation. "I want to feel all of you. Don't hold back. We're bound now. I want everything."

Varon was the first to claim my lips, his kiss deep and consuming as he captured me with centuries of practiced intensity.

I moaned into his mouth as his tongue swept against mine, tasting of ancient power and barely restrained hunger.

I felt Elias and Kenji's hands begin to explore my body with delicious precision, tracing patterns that matched the magical threads that had connected us minutes before.

Fingertips danced across my ribs, palms cupping the sensitive undersides of my breasts, and teeth grazed my shoulders.

The sensations multiplied, echoing through layers of sensation that ricocheted between us.

Through our bond, I could feel not just their desire for me, but for each other as well, a complex web of need and affection that had been building long before I entered their lives.

I sensed Elias's hand sliding along Kenji's thigh as he leaned across me, their connection electric and familiar, Varon's appreciation of their beauty mingling with his worship of my form until I couldn't distinguish whose pleasure belonged to whom anymore.

Varon broke our kiss, his lips trailing fire down my throat as he moved with deliberate slowness toward my breasts. His mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue circling and flicking in a way that made my back arch involuntarily off the cushions.

Elias captured my parted lips again, swallowing my moans as his kiss painted different colors of pleasure across my consciousness, gentler than Varon's demanding passion but with an underlying intensity that made my toes curl.

His tongue swept against mine in dreamy strokes that matched the rhythm his fingers had established on my other breast, rolling and teasing until I trembled beneath him.

I nearly screamed into Elias's mouth when I felt Kenji's hot breath between my thighs, followed by the flat of his tongue painting a long, torturous stroke from my pussy upward.

My hips bucked involuntarily, but his strong hands held me firmly in place as he circled and explored with maddening precision, somehow knowing exactly which spots made the magical bond between us flare with white-hot intensity.

Through our connection, I sensed his satisfaction at my response, felt his own arousal mounting as he tasted me, his tongue dipping inside before returning to flick and swirl against my clit that had me clutching desperately at the cushion beneath me.

"Wait," I managed to say between gasps of pleasure. "I want to see you with each other, too."

My words sent a pulse of heat through our bond.

Varon and Elias exchanged a look of such raw hunger that it took my breath away.

As Kenji continued his delicious torture, I watched Varon pull Elias into a fierce kiss, their bodies pressed together, hands exploring with familiar ease.

The sight of them together was intoxicating.

These powerful men who had chosen to bind themselves to me and to each other.

"Beautiful," my fingers threaded through Kenji's hair as he brought me closer to the edge.

When I was trembling on the precipice, Kenji pulled away, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. "Not yet," he murmured against my skin. "Together."

The four of us rearranged ourselves on the cushions, guided by instinct and the pull of our new bond.

Varon settled back against the pillows, guiding me to straddle him.

I felt his hardness pressing against me, and through our bond, I could sense his need to be inside me, to physically cement what magic had joined.

"Please," I breathed, sinking down onto him slowly, reveling in the way he filled me. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me into a rhythm that had us both gasping.

Behind me, Kenji and Elias were locked in their own passionate embrace, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. I could feel their pleasure, amplifying my own. It was overwhelming in the most exquisite way, feeling not just my own sensations but echoes of theirs as well.

"Come here," Elias's voice was rough with desire as he reached for Kenji, positioning him beside me. Kenji groaned and began to prepare Elias.

The meadow around us seemed to respond to our passion. Flowers opened wider to release more fragrance, and the magical lights that Quilith had conjured pulsed in time with our movements. I continued to ride Varon, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through all of us.

When Kenji finally pushed into Elias, I felt the echo of both their sensations cascading through our bond.

The delicious fullness that made Elias's jaw go slack, the tight heat that drew a feral sound from Kenji's throat.

Their shared pleasure rippled through me like lightning, illuminating nerves I didn't know existed.

I gasped at the phantom stretch, at the exquisite pressure that wasn't physically mine yet belonged to me all the same.

Our consciousness blurred at the edges, creating a feedback loop of pleasure so intense that coherent thought dissolved into pure sensation.

I cried out, my voice joining theirs in a harmony of need that seemed to make the very air around us vibrate with power.