Page 215 of Icy Cold Death

That was all it took.

Her words were cathartic.

I love you, Bishop. Never forget that.

She heard him, and then, he took her. Lucian kept her trapped in the linens, and she was his prisoner.

She came.

Again.

When she stared up at her husband, there was perspiration beading on his body and chest.

“Cum, Lucian! Please!” she begged, as she was about to fall again.

Only, he couldn’t.

It was as if something had him by the balls. The need was there, but he couldn’t cum.

He couldn’t make it happen.

They were lost in the mating, and there was an energy surge so great that it shook their bodies.

It also did what he didn’t want.

That energy called to the man in the next room. It pulled Ridge from his sleep, and made him appear.

“Lucian?” he asked, coming into their room, despite what was happening. “I could hear you in my head, telling me you needed me.”

Oh, God.

No.

RIDGE!

Bishop didn’t want the man near him. The energy was so ridiculous, that she feared someone getting hurt.

“Lucian, no!”

Only, she couldn’t stop him.

She was trapped in bed, Lucian over her and buried balls deep in her. They both heard the footfalls of Ridge coming toward them. When the bed shifted, and he crawled into it, it happened.

Lucian kept fucking her, but took his mouth.

The minute they connected, it did what he wasn’t able to do.

With the mating of mouths, Lucian finally was able to fall.

He exploded, cumming in his wife as he was kissing Ridge in a hot tangle of tongues.

The lust didn’t stop there.

Bishop exploded, and Ridge was right behind her, cumming without even being touched beyond the kiss.

Lucian’s third eye was satiated with the energy.

As a collective, they collapsed into a pile of bodies.

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