Chapter 1293

They circled it like dancers around a flame. Grace dropped to her knees before it, her lips parting, her breath quick and shallow. "She's watching," she murmured. "But not from above. She's inside the flower. Inside us."

Rose approached slowly, reverently, her hands gliding up her own arms, her fingers skimming the curves of her breasts as she moved. She reached the flower and knelt beside Grace, eyes half-lidded. "This aspect is seduction," she whispered. "Not fire, not root. This is dream."

Lucy stepped beside Jude, her hand sliding down to cup his hardening cock. "She wants us to forget," she breathed, "everything but touch."

Emma leaned in from his other side. "To be lost in it. To be her."

The moment Lucy stroked him, the flower shivered. Its glow pulsed, brighter, deeper. From within its open heart came a soft sound - not a hum this time. A moan. Low. Feminine. Pleading. And then, from the petals, something stepped out.