Page 27 of Shared by the Werebears (Hidden Hollow #5)

GOLDIE

T he Lust Hut shimmered into view like a dream stitched out of silk and moonlight.

It was my own special place in the forest…

a small but sumptuously decorated building that no one could enter without my permission.

I had brought partners here before, but none like Ronan and Finn. This felt special—it felt real.

“Here we are, boys.” I muttered a spell under my breath and the door swung open. I stepped in and made a sweeping motion with one hand. “Please enter.”

Finn whistled low under his breath as we stepped over the threshold. “Damn, Goldie! This is some collection you have.”

Ronan said nothing. But the sound of the door clicking shut behind us was loud in the heavy quiet that followed.

The place was just as I’d left it—dark and decadent, dressed in shadows and velvet.

Hanging lanterns glowed a soft, sultry red.

My collection of cuffs and ropes gleamed on their wall-mounted hooks, neatly arranged like the tools of a very specific trade.

The antique queening chair sat in its rightful place, draped in plush fabric, regal as a throne.

Chains hung from the beams above, silent and suggestive.

Everything smelled like beeswax, clean leather, and the faintest trace of something sweet and heady—like melted chocolate and summer sex.

Pushed against the far wall was a huge bed with satin sheets and plenty of room for three.

I love my little Lust Hut—it’s perfect for its purpose.

Finn walked deeper into the space, fingers trailing reverently over a suede paddle. “So this is it?”

I grinned.

“It is.”

“Wow…” He turned in a slow circle, taking it all in. “I want to live here.”

“Of course you do.” I turned toward Ronan, who stood stiffly just inside the door. His eyes flicked over the room, his jaw tight.

“You okay?” I asked gently.

“I…” He swallowed hard. “I’ve just never been in a place like this before.”

I stepped closer, brushing my fingers down his arm.

“It’s just a room. What happens here is about consent, trust, and pleasure. Nothing to be afraid of.”

He met my gaze, dark eyes full of shadows.

“I’m not afraid.”

“No?” I murmured, leaning in. “Then stay close. We’ve got work to do.”

We set up the portable potion base Goody A had given us on the side table—its cauldron already heating with an inner magical flame that licked blue at the edges. I unfolded the long parchment she’d given me and flattened it out. The ink shimmered faintly in the Lust Hut’s warm golden light.

One by one, I added the ingredients. A vial of moonflower sap—thick and luminous…

a pinch of powdered Werebear claw, donated willingly…

three of the bitter berries we’d gathered from the Blighted Forest. And lastly, a few strands of hair from each of the cursed ones.

(Rona n and Finn plucked them out and handed them over when I asked.)

With each addition, the liquid in the cauldron changed—first cloudy, then clear, then deep gold like honeyed whiskey. The scent turned richer, more intoxicating, laced with something that curled in my lower belly and made me want to purr with desire.

Finn leaned in beside me, watching the brew bubble.

“God, that smells amazing. Is it done now?”

I looked down at the final line on the parchment and my breath caught. This must be the special note Goody A had talked about.

There were no words—just a mark. A rune I hadn’t seen in years—but I recognized it instantly. Old magic. Deep magic.

Lust magic.

I swallowed hard and turned the parchment around so the boys could see.

Ronan squinted at it.

“What does that mean?”

I looked at both of them, my pulse thudding in my throat. “It means… the potion won’t activate unless I have sex with the cursed. More specifically, if we have sex that Bonds us together.”

“You want to get Bonded?” Finn blinked. “With us?”

“Yes.” I tried to keep my voice calm. “With both of you. It’s part of the ritual.

I didn’t realize it until now, but it makes sense.

This isn’t just a potion—it’s a magical bond.

I’m the one making it. It needs my magic—my body.

I’ll be acting as a kind of bridge, so the magic can take hold in both of you and break the curse. ”

Ronan’s expression was unreadable. Finn looked halfway between stunned and thrilled.

“So…” he said slowly, “in order to fix the curse, you have to…?”

“Fuck you,” I said simply. “Both of you. At the same time. And you’ll both need to fill me with your seed…with your cum.”

The words hung in the air like incense—hot and impossible to ignore .

Ronan looked away, hands curling into fists.

“Bonding is forever. This isn’t… how things are usually done.”

“No,” I agreed. “But you and Finn aren’t living under normal conditions. You’re dying by inches, both of you. Every time you Shift, it gets harder to come back. This is the only way I can help.” I spread my hands. “Take it or leave it. I can’t change the terms of the magic.”

“We’ll take it—we’ll take you,” Finn said quickly. He looked at Ronan. “You know this is right. Can’t you feel it? Because I can—Goldie should belong to us— both of us.”

Ronan still wouldn’t look at me.

His jaw clenched so tight I could see the pulse ticking in the side of his neck. He was breathing hard through his nose, like he was trying to hold back something—rage, desire, despair? Maybe all three. I felt a swirl of confusing emotions from him.

Finn reached for his shoulder, but Ronan shook him off.

“Don’t,” he muttered. “You don’t understand what you’re asking.”

“I think I do.” I stepped closer. “You’re afraid. Of what this will do to you.”

His dark eyes finally met mine.

“Fuck that—I’m afraid of what it’ll do to you.

Bonding with a Werebear… it’s not just some magical condom you put on and take off later.

It’s a claim. It means everything I feel, you’ll feel.

Everything I hunger for, everything I’ve buried—it’ll all bleed into you.

And the same with Finn—that’s a hell of a lot to take on, Goldie. ”

I reached up slowly, gently cupping the side of his face.

“And what if I want that? What if I want you —both of you— all of you?”

He flinched, but didn’t pull away, his eyes searching mine.

“I can’t promise it’ll be perfect,” I said softly. “But I can promise I won’t hold you prisoner in this. If it’s too much… if it’s wrong somehow, I’ll find a way to release the bond. Goody A will help me, or I’ll go back to the forest and beg Locasta if I have to. You won’t be trapped. ”

Ronan gave a harsh, humorless laugh.

“You don’t get it. I already feel trapped. Every day I fight the Bear—fight to keep from hurting someone, to keep from Shifting and never coming back. This curse is a cage, and my mind is the lock.” He looked at me again, eyes burning. “But when I’m with you…”

I waited, wanting to hear him say it.

“When I’m with you…I don’t feel like a monster,” he finished, his voice low and raw. “Even when I want to be on my knees, sharing you with Finn. Even then.”

My breath caught. Finn made a soft noise and stepped in, wrapping his arms around both of us and we just melted together.

We stood there for a long moment, tangled in shadow and candlelight, hearts thudding in quiet unison.

This was right—I knew it. And I was sure Ronan would know it too, once we forged our Heartmate Bond.

“So you’ll do it?” I whispered, looking up at him.

Ronan hesitated one last second—then gave a sharp nod.

“I’ll Bond with you—with Finn, too. I’ll do anything to break this fucking curse.” His gaze met mine. “Just don’t ever lie to me. If you say you can find a way out if things get dangerous for you, you’d better mean it.” He stroked my cheek. “I don’t ever want to hurt you, little witch.”

“I mean it—I promise,” I whispered. “But I don’t think we’ll want to undo the Bond once it’s done. The three of us belong together—forever.”

Ronan’s answering smile was dark and rueful.

“All right. Then let’s see what forever feels like.”