Chapter 1311

Stella climbed onto her elbows, the light catching her wild curls, her lips parted and slick with the remnants of Rose's kiss. "We dreamed you into godhood, Jude. And you fucked that dream real."

From across the altar, Zoey laughed low. She sat with one leg propped, her skin still glistening, her fingers stroking over her folds lazily. "He didn't just fuck us. He transformed us."

Jude looked around, dazed and aching with satisfaction. His wives - his lovers - his worshippers - were scattered across the sacred grove like fallen stars, wrapped in each other's arms, fingers still stroking, tongues still tasting, as if the rhythm of the night hadn't fully ended, just softened into something slower. Something permanent.

Then he noticed Emma.

She was the only one standing.