Chapter 1281

Sophie led the way, walking barefoot across the clearing like a goddess in a war-drum rhythm. Lucy followed, then Stella, then Grace and Natalie, each one moving with new clarity in their eyes. Emma's hair was tangled, her thighs streaked with desire, but her gaze was sharp and waiting. Zoey still held her blade, but she wore it now like a crown - an ornament, not a threat.

They formed a ring again around the tree.

Around Jude and Rose.

Around the source.

Layla stepped forward first. "We felt it."

"We dreamed of it," Grace said, her voice like silk.

"It's part of us now," Susan added.

Rose turned to them, still seated on Jude's lap, sweat trickling down her thighs, his length still deep inside her. She didn't flinch. She didn't cover herself.

"There's more," she said.

Lucy stepped close, placing a hand on Rose's bare hip. "Then show us."

Sophie's eyes narrowed. "You want us to do what you did?"