Sophie screamed as she came, clenching tight around him, her whole body shuddering.
Lucy kissed her.
And then Jude came with a groan, gripping Sophie's hips, pulling her flush against him.
They collapsed into a tangle of limbs and sweat and breathless laughter.
Sophie turned her head, kissed Lucy again.
"I understand now," she whispered.
Lucy smiled. "I know."
Jude held them both.
And for the first time in days, he didn't dream.
But outside, beyond the clearing, Rose stood beneath the trees, watching the moon.
And smiling.
Jude woke with the weight of both women still pressed against him - Lucy curled to his right, her cheek on his chest, one bare leg tangled with his. Sophie lay to his left, her hand still gripping his wrist, her breathing slow and warm against his skin. The air smelled of sex, salt, and something sweeter… like the flowers that only bloomed at night here, thick and heady and wild.