Rachele swallowed.
Rebecca shivered.
“Are you sure?” I asked, even though I could feel the answer vibrating inside them.
“Yes,” Rachele breathed.
A whisper. A plea.
“Please.”
Rebecca nodded once, jaw trembling.
“Please mark us.”
Rudolph howled.
I exhaled sharply, voice shaking as I said:
“Then come here.”
I guided them onto the couch, kneeling side by side, facing me.
Not s****l.
Not yet.
Just present.
Ready.
The bond stirred, thick and so strong already.
I touched Rachele’s chin, lifting her face.
“Ocean,” I whispered, “do you trust me?”
“With everything.”
I turned to Rebecca.
“Fire?”
Her eyes burned into mine.
“More than anyone.”
My chest tightened painfully.
“Then breathe,” I murmured.
“And let me love you the way a mate is meant to.”
I kissed Rachele first.
