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POV - Kallen
The ritual began slowly, pulling us into the depths of our own guilt and self-blame. Carmella had warned us it would be difficult, but we had no idea how much it would strip us bare. It was like sinking into cold water, each of us suspended in darkness, forced to relive the worst moments of our lives. I could feel the air around us grow thick with sorrow as the magic of the ritual took hold, separating us, forcing each of us to confront our own failures.
I saw Kai-Lea on the ground, screaming as her parents' blood soaked into the earth. Her pain wasn’t just hers—it echoed through the bond we once shared, a storm raging in my chest, making it hard to breathe. I could hear Stuart's labored breaths beside me, trapped in his own guilt, unable to help her when she needed it most. The darkness seemed to suffocate us, wrapping tighter with every painful memory.
Mavrek’s crazed eyes flashed before us, his obsession with Kai-Lea clear as day. His madness was beyond anything we had imagined—his desire to control her, to dominate her power, would have driven him to destroy her world regardless of who she was. The realization hit her hard. I felt her muscles tense, saw the way her breath caught in her throat. She had always blamed herself for that day, thinking her parents died because of her. But here, in this moment, we all saw the truth. They died trying to save her, not because of anything she did or didn’t do, but because of Mavrek’s insanity.
Together, we saw it—the moment her parents realized they weren’t going to make it, the way their souls seemed to glow, a shadow of light hovering over them as they made their final sacrifice. Watching them die was painful, but it wasn’t just the fact of their deaths. It was the way they died, trying to shield her from the inevitable. I could feel Kai-Lea’s guilt unraveling, the heavy weight of her self-blame lifting as she finally saw the truth. Mavrek would have come after her regardless of whether she was born male or female. His madness knew no bounds.
As the ritual progressed, we were drawn back together. The separation that had kept us apart dissolved, and the bond between us, once fractured and weak, began to mend. The energy in the room shifted, growing charged with power as the connection between us solidified. I could feel the pull of it, like electricity snapping through the air, making my skin tingle. We were different now—stronger, united.
Finally, the ritual ended. The weight of it all still lingered, but the bond between us hummed, more powerful than it had ever been. It was as if the magic had burned away the guilt, the fear, leaving us raw but whole. “Thank you, Carmella,” we said in unison, our voices steady, filled with gratitude.
Kai-Lea’s golden-green eyes were full of relief, but I could see something else there too—desire. The bond between us wasn’t just emotional; it was physical, primal, pulling us closer together with every breath. The energy in the room had changed, charged with need. Without hesitation, Stuart stepped forward, pulling her into a passionate kiss, his hands already moving to strip away her clothes. I moved behind her, my hands sliding under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. She moaned into Stuart’s mouth, her body trembling between us as the tension grew.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice breathy, full of need as she fumbled with Stuart’s shirt, pulling it free. I helped her undress, my lips grazing the back of her neck, tracing the mark I had left there once before. The bond thrummed beneath her skin, alive and electric. She moaned softly, arching into my touch as I kissed her neck, her skin flushed and warm.
Stuart undid her bra and panties with deft fingers, his gaze hungry as he watched her. She turned to face me, her hands already moving to undo my zipper and belt. The air around us buzzed with anticipation, every touch sending a jolt of pleasure through the bond.
We guided her to the bed, her body pliant beneath our hands as she lay back against the sheets. I could see the desire in her eyes, the way her body begged for us even before she spoke. Her legs spread open as Stuart and I positioned ourselves beside her, our hands moving to her entrance at the same time.
“Please,” she moaned again, her voice trembling with need. Her fingers fisted the sheets, her hips lifting in anticipation as we continued kissing the marks on her skin.
“Please,” she whispered again, her voice desperate.
I exchanged a glance with Stuart, both of us knowing exactly what she needed. “Please, what, Little Mate?” I asked softly, my voice a low growl.
“Please... enter me. I need to feel you both inside me,” she begged, her voice breathless, her body arching toward us.
We didn’t make her wait any longer. Stuart and I slid three fingers each into her folds, her wetness welcoming us as her body responded eagerly to our touch. Her moans filled the room, each one louder than the last as we pumped our fingers in and out of her, working in perfect sync. Her body writhed beneath us, her back arching off the bed as she cried out, her pleasure a tangible force that pulsed through the bond.
Our lips continued to trace the marks we had left on her body, kissing, biting gently, sending waves of pleasure through her. She was ours, and we were hers, bound together in a way that went beyond the physical. Every thrust, every touch, every kiss deepened the connection, strengthening the bond that had once been fractured.
Her climax built quickly, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge. We pushed her over, our fingers curling inside her, bringing her to the peak of her pleasure as she screamed our names, her body convulsing beneath us.
When it was over, the room was filled with the sound of our breathing, heavy and labored as we lay beside her. Kai-Lea’s skin glistened with sweat; her eyes closed in contentment as she nestled between us. Stuart and I held her close, our hands still tracing the curve of her body, grounding ourselves in the feel of her.
The bond between us hummed, stronger than ever, wrapping around us like a cocoon of warmth and safety. We had been through hell together, but now, in this moment, none of that mattered. We were whole again.