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The taste of Parker lingers on my tongue—decadent, addictive, sweeter than anything I’ve ever known.

A low growl escapes me, a dark, possessive sound vibrating deep within my chest. The Gloom itself seems to ripple in response, its veins of pink power pulsing around us, shimmering softly as if feeding off our collective pleasure.

Parker is trembling, her eyes hazy after her orgasm, but there’s an unmistakable glint of determination still burning beneath the surface, thrumming though the tether, delicious ideas floating around her thoughts. Good. She’ll need every bit of that fire if I’m going to make every single one of those ideas become reality. My eyes flick briefly to Hudson and Steo, both of them staring hungrily at the beautiful mess we’ve made of our Beholden.

And she is ours, unquestionably.

Hudson’s chest rises and falls rapidly, his pulse hammering visibly at his throat. The human might still be adjusting to the demon blood coursing through his veins, but his desire is raw and unmistakable. Steo, however, is a tempest—shadows rippling around him, his orange eyes blazing with barely-contained lust as they rake possessively over Parker’s flushed, naked body.

Yet, even as they watch and hunger, I know they wait for me. It’s an unspoken understanding, a balance we’ve discovered somewhere in the chaos of this strange, intertwined connection. This bond between the four of us—it’s stronger, deeper than anything I’ve known before, and it hums in my bones, ancient and powerful.

Parker’s breathing is shallow, lips parted, flushed and inviting. The marks from my teeth and claws, combined with Hudson’s kissing, decorate her soft skin, a declaration that she’s mine—ours. She’s marked, and something primal and possessive roars through me at the sight.

She touches my jaw—gentle, grounding. I lean in, drawn to the quiet trust in her gaze and the one focused idea now occupying her thoughts. One I wholeheartedly approve of. Her voice is soft, breathless, but the fire within is unmistakable.

“Your turn, Rad,” she murmurs gently, sitting up on shaky legs on the sad excuse of a bed, and pushing me down where she was laying. “Let me take care of you now.”

Fuck yes. The growl that escapes me is fierce and unrestrained, claws flexing against her thigh, careful yet possessive. She shivers beneath my touch, her fingers trailing slowly over my jaw, down my throat, teasing me by pulling at the fur along my chest.

Hudson shifts to be behind Parker, brushing kisses along her shoulders as he moves her hair behind her neck. She relaxes back against him with a sigh, her gaze never leaving mine.

Parker smiles softly, beautifully, her fingers tracing patterns down my chest. Her gaze dips lower, and her breath audibly catches when she finds the proof of my own aching desire, memories of the last time she let me claim her spreading warmth and lust inside her mind.

“So big. I can’t wait for you to be inside me,” she breathes, hunger gleaming brightly in her eyes and rippling down the bond into my chest, spreading a warmth that a demon like me has no right to feel. And yet I do. It’s hers, and mine. Ours.

I groan, claws gently gripping her hips as she shifts, positioning herself deliberately above my straining cock, her slick heat teasing me mercilessly. Her hips roll slowly, deliberately, torturing me with the feel of her, slick and wet and impossibly hot.

Steo’s eyes burn into mine above her other shoulder, knowing and smug as he directs his shadows to tease Parker’s nipples, drawing a breathless gasp from her lips. The shadow fucker even has the nerve to send a playful smirk my way.

Hudson steadies her, supporting her from behind and her thoughts are a jumbled mess of heady memories of Hudson’s fingers pleasuring her, Steo’s cock waking her up, and my own stretching her and claiming her. They loop back to back quickly in her mind, like a dizzing carousel of sexy photos.

“Fuck,” I hiss, teeth bared in pleasure and frustration, aching to claim her, to fill her, to mark her in every way possible. But this moment is different—I sense it, know it. This isn’t simply about taking.

This is about belonging. About trust. About finally accepting this strange, undeniable bond.

Parker’s eyes meet mine once more, understanding flickering between us like lightning. She lowers herself slowly, agonizingly, sinking down onto me, her tight heat enveloping me inch by glorious inch.

Pleasure ignites like wildfire, racing through every nerve, every cell of my being. A groan rips from my throat, echoed by Parker’s breathless cry as she seats herself fully, burying me deeply within her. Her scent blooms at the same time as the Gloom pulses around us, and I inhale greedily, while Steo drinks her lust in large gulps.

She leans forward, gripping my shoulders as Hudson steadies her, murmuring encouragement softly against her skin. Parker’s breathing grows erratic, eyes fluttering shut momentarily, adjusting to the fullness. My claws dig possessively into her hips, careful but unyielding.

She begins to move, slow at first, hips grinding in steady circles, exploring and savoring. I growl beneath her, thrusting upward to match her rhythm, pleasure intensifying with every roll of her hips. I’m letting her set the pace, but it takes every ounce of restraint not to take over. I use her unfocused lust-filled thoughts to guide her movements slightly, enjoying wringing as many sounds from her lips as I possibly can.

Steo’s shadows join in, caressing every sensitive inch of her body, encouraging her faster, deeper. Parker’s moans rise, raw and beautiful, her head tipping back against Hudson’s chest. He whispers praise against her throat, nipping gently, leaving his own marks alongside mine.

This is what true power feels like—not conquest, not control—but shared surrender.

I give myself over to it completely, gripping Parker’s hips tighter, guiding her pace, watching as pleasure overwhelms her once more. Her walls begin to flutter around me, dragging me closer to the edge.

“Rad,” she gasps desperately, trembling above me, her eyes glazed with desire, but I already know what she needs. “I’m close—please, I need you?—”

I thrust upward, savoring every moan she offers. Hudson’s fingers dip into her slick where my cock is spreading her open and a gasp escapes her lips at the added friction. He then slowly starts to rim her back entrance, causing her pussy to clamp around me. Meanwhile Steo’s shadows intensify their strokes, driving Parker closer to her peak.

“Come for me, Beholden,” I growl against her lips. “Let me feel you as I fill you with my seed.”

At that Parker cries out, breaking beneath the combined sensations, her body convulsing around mine, drawing me with her into blinding, explosive pleasure. Something inside us catches fire—a tether pulled tight, snapping taut with heat and surrender. We aren’t just touching anymore. We’re tethered. Forever.

As our breathing gradually settles, I carefully shift Parker into Steo’s waiting arms. His shadows rise instinctively, gently cradling her body and guiding her safely into his embrace, chest to chest, laying down. The Death Devourer holds her like she’s something sacred, eyes blazing with quiet reverence that echoes down our new tether.

Steo lowers her gently onto him beside me on the bed, his shadows softening their grip as she relaxes into his hold. A slow, blissful sigh escapes her lips, echoing gently in the intimacy of the space and down the bond. I watch, captivated, as Parker arches slightly, accepting the comforting press of Steo’s body beneath hers, her mind reflecting newfound trust in what was once a representation of her fear.

Hudson once again takes his place behind Parker. His hands trace slow, soothing patterns along her sides, his lips ghosting across her shoulder, steadying her as she adjusts to the fullness of Steo inside her. Parker’s breath hitches, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she begins to rock gently against Steo.

The air grows thick with desire once more, pink shadows swirling around us in response to the building passion. Steo’s eyes blaze brighter, his shadows caressing every inch of Parker. Hudson’s lips find the sensitive spot just below her ear, drawing a breathless moan from her throat.

I move closer, desperate to be near her again. My claws ghost along Parker’s thigh, eliciting a shiver that runs through her entire body. Her eyes find mine, then drop lower, widening when she finds me already hard and wanting again. She chuckles, her intentions already clear in her thoughts, before wrapping her hand around my length as she grinds down on Steo’s cock.

Hudson gently guides her to lean forward against Steo, and presses his dick against her ass, making her gasp. “May I take you here, Silver?” he rasps.

Parker’s breath catches, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she considers. I savor the memories of pleasure she recalls of him finger fucking her there, of the way he’d helped her learn things about her body she hadn’t known, and I begrudgingly realize that the human plays an important role in our little circle. Not that I could get rid of him now anyway. Not without hurting my Beholden.

When her eyes open again, there’s a fire burning in their depths that intensifies their glow.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Please, Hudson. I want to feel both of you.”

A low, appreciative growl rumbles from Steo’s chest as Hudson slowly, carefully begins to work himself inside using the wetness dripping from between her thighs. Steo’s shadows help with the task, slithering along her folds and gathering the wetness to coat Hudson’s cock. Parker’s grip on mine tightens reflexively, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she adjusts to the stretch, but all her thoughts focus on is how much she enjoys the feeling of fullness.

“That’s it, beautiful,” Hudson murmurs against her skin. “You’re doing so well.”

For a moment, we’re all still, connected in the most intimate way possible. The air crackles with power, pink tinged shadows dancing across our skin as the bond between us pulses, stronger than ever before.

Hudson and Steo begin to move in sync within her. She moans, her hand working my length in time with their thrusts. The pleasure is overwhelming, consuming, thrumming through the bond from all directions. Hudson’s rhythm deepens. Steo’s shadows pulse in sync. Parker gasps, trembling—overwhelmed and aching for release.

“So good,” she gasps. “You all feel so good.” The realm pulses in agreement.

I growl low in my throat, overcome by the sight of her lost in ecstasy as I begin to thrust harder into her hand.

“That’s it, Beholden,” I murmur. “Take what you need from us.”

Her grip tightens. Quick strokes. Hips colliding. Hudson and Steo driving harder. Her moans sharpen—fast, frantic. Her mind is now single-focused on one goal.

“Close,” she gasps. “So close—please?—”

Some of Steo’s pink shadows coil tighter around her, teasing her nipples and circling her clit, with others stretching to encircle Hudson’s balls and mine making us both groan at the same time. We are effectively tethered in more ways than one.

Hudson’s teeth graze her shoulder, leaving marks that mirror my own. The sight of her, caught between us, accepting all we have to give, pushes me to the edge of my control.

“Come for us, Parker.” My voice is rough with need. “Let us feel you fall apart.”

As if my words were a trigger, Parker shatters. Her body arches, a cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm overtakes her. The bond between us flares, a supernova of sensation and emotion that threatens to consume us all. Her thoughts explode into oblivion, a kaleidoscope of color and pleasure, sucking me right into her orbit.I roar as my own release crashes through me, spilling hot and thick over Parker’s hand and onto her side. Hudson groans, his hips stuttering as he follows, filling Parker from behind. Steo’s shadows writhe wildly, his orange eyes blazing as he joins us in blissful oblivion.

For a few long moments, we’re lost in the aftermath, our bodies intertwined, breath mingling as we slowly come back to ourselves. Slowly, carefully, Hudson eases himself out of Parker. She collapses against Steo’s chest, utterly spent, her eyes heavy-lidded but filled with a contentment I’ve never seen before. Her mind is completely blank, at ease and peaceful, making something dangerous gentle bloom in my own chest.

Steo’s voice is a deep rumble, filled with wonder. “My Snow Pea… my anchor. I did not think myself capable of this—of feeling this deeply.”

Parker lifts her head slowly, her hair cascading like moonlit silk across Steo’s chest, and she smiles gently, tenderly touching his jaw. “You deserve this,” she whispers. “We deserve this.”

Hudson moves closer, his presence calm, steady, grounding. His hands glide across Parker’s shoulders, easing lingering tension from her muscles, massaging tender affection into every touch. He brushes her hair aside, pressing a kiss against the nape of her neck, the gesture warm, protective, and tender.

“This is our new reality,” Hudson says softly, his voice steady and reassuring. “We’re connected, deeper than we ever imagined possible.”

Parker nods. “I can feel you—all of you—here.” She touches her chest, her gaze serious. “You’re a part of me now.”

Steo’s shadows swirl around us, his essence pulsing gently, echoing the steady rhythm of our shared heartbeats. I relax, finally allowing myself the luxury of vulnerability, letting the trust I’ve built with them sink deep into my core.

“It’s uncharted, uncertain. But together? We’ll figure it out.”

Steo nods quietly, his pink tinged shadows softly winding through Parker’s fingers, stroking her skin. “We are bound not only by magic but by choice. You chose to trust, chose to love, chose us despite everything.”

Parker smiles, her eyes shining with emotion, her thoughts reflecting… love. “I would choose you all again. Every single time.”

I exhale deeply, the tension melting from my limbs. For the first time ever, I feel... whole . Grounded. Accepted. Loved. Me. A fucking Nightmare from the Bleak.

“So, anyone care to explain when Bone Daddy’s shadows turned pink?” My question breaks the heaviness of the moment, the emotional heart to heart making me uncomfortable.

Parker lets out a tired laugh, the pulsing power around us flaring just a bit, and Steo mumbles a curse under his breath.

“It’s an interesting story,” Parker yawns, the words almost unintelligible, “but for another time.”

“Rest now,” Hudson murmurs, carefully maneuvering himself beside Parker. “We’re here. We’ll watch over you. We have all the time in the world to catch up on details later.”

And with that we settle together, four souls once fragmented now woven into a single tapestry—no longer alone, no longer lost.

Simply, finally, together.