We lay tangled together on the furs, our bodies cooling as the golden light of the bond settled into a constant, warm glow connecting us. I could feel them both now—not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. Maison's presence was like a mountain in my mind—solid, immovable, protective. Jackson's was like a flowing river—adaptable, soothing, yet with hidden depths.
"This is..." I searched for words to describe the sensation.
"Overwhelming?" Jackson suggested.
"Perfect," I corrected, nestling between them.
Maison's arm tightened around my waist. "The bond will settle over the next few days. The mental connection won't always be so... intrusive."
"Unless we want it to be," Jackson added with a playful smile. "We can learn to control what we share."
I explored the connection caut
