Page 308 of Icy Cold Death

Meanwhile…

The women were watching their husbands, and there was absolute silence in the room except for the ticking of Lucian’s Rolex.

They could hear it.

That’s how silent it was.

“How long have they been under?” Wynter asked.

Bishop glanced down at her own watch.

“Six minutes. It hasn’t been that long at all. I don’t know how long what’s happening there will take.”

Raven knew.

He could hear the voices, and the begging from Ridge to be taken. He could feel the pleasure. It was vibrating through the circle.

This was definitely a psychic version of sex magick. He could tell the men were mid spell, and digging to get deeper into the voices. He hoped they knew what they were doing. One didn’t play with sex magick.

Ever.

“Raven? Are they okay?”

He laughed.

“Oh, they’re perfectly fine.”

Bishop was curious.

“Are they having sex?”

He didn’t answer.

Why?

Lucian had just taken the man, and Raven’s head was filled with visions, screaming, and desire. Lucian was doing more than having sex.

He was claiming the man as his.

There was no missing that.

They were bonded. They wouldn’t be able to live without each other. That was the point of sex magick. It was a spell to lock your mate to you.

“Raven!”

He slowly nodded.

“They are.”

Bishop stared at her husband. He was calm and looked as if he was just meditating. She also looked down at his lap, and he still wasn’t aroused.

“Are they…?” Wynter began.

Bishop shook her head.

“Nope. They look completely normal. Neither is ‘enjoying’ this like they do during sex—not on this plane.”

Raven wasn’t going to tell them anything. This was a sneak peek into something so intimate and private. It was out of control, wild, and nothing the women likely felt with their husbands.

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