Sophie cried out as she came, shaking against the tree, her fingers clenched in the moss, her body lit from within. Emma moaned into Jude's shoulder as she ground against him, his hands holding her waist, her climax riding through her like lightning.
Rose licked her lips and stood slowly, golden streaks trailing down her chin. "The gate is open now."
Jude looked toward the far wall. The cave had shifted again - opened into another corridor. Not one formed by rock, but by roots and light. A tunnel that breathed.
"It wants us to enter together," Lucy said, rising beside him, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her smile slow and sensual.
"It's our final step," Stella whispered.
They gathered again, naked, radiant, stronger now than they had ever been. Twelve wives. One husband. No longer just survivors of the island. They were its chosen.