Few moments later I lay against the slick stone bench, steam curling over us like smoke from a pyre. My legs still trembled. My wolf was a living thing inside my chest, thrashing and keening with triumph.
I was theirs.
And they were mine.
The water thundered down over us, rinsing blood and sweat and whatever boundaries had existed between us before. Maddox’s hands still held my hips, Calder’s body pressed to my back, Jax’s fingers traced my face, and Rafe’s gaze pinned me in place.
I should have felt spent. I didn’t. My wolf didn’t. She prowled at the edges of my mind, hungry still, but not for flesh. For something deeper. For bond.
Rafe was the first to move. He cupped my chin, tilting my head back until our eyes locked. His voice was low, guttural, almost a growl.
“You’re ready.”
