Page 359 of Icy Cold Death

Because he needed him, Lucian went to Ridge so they could reconnect.

That alone time was the best part. If one of them felt the distance, and needed to be close, they just found each other.

It worked for them.

I need you, Lucian. Please, came the voice in his head as his psychic connection to Ridge was crystal clear.

Well, then he needed to supply what his mate needed, and he always would.

Getting up from his chair, he headed to the mediation room where he knew Ridge would be.

It was time.

When they’d returned, they told Raven to stop looking for a way to undo what they’d done. They wanted to stay exactly like this. It might have been sex magick, but it was their magick in the static.

It made them closer friends.

Stronger psychics.

Better husbands.

And hotter lovers.

The desire oozed into their marriages, and the wives weren’t complaining, and neither were they. That amped-up sex benefited everyone.

Raven had no choice but to give them the news. They didn’t need to worry about him undoing the sex magick.

He couldn’t.

Once you did a sex magick spell, binding your soul to someone else’s, it was permanent—like with him and Bex.

There was no going back.

They were going to have to deal with the everyday need, the lust, and the trips to calm that demon in both of them.

With meditation, and daily walks into the static, they were able to satiate it.

And the bottom line was that they craved it.

Hurry, Lucian. The need is overwhelming me.

He heard Ridge, and as his partner in that realm, it was his duty to give him what he needed. His tuner/anchor needed him, and Lucian wanted him right back.

Going into the room and locking the door to give them privacy, the second Lucian saw him, there was an electrical shock.

LUST.

It had him by the balls—or it soon would in the static. Once they came out, they’d be fine, but until then…

They had some working out to do on the other side.

When Lucian looked at him, Ridge didn’t hesitate. He moved toward the man, not even being able to stop.

That need was overwhelming until it was satisfied. The twenty-four hours seemed like an eternity.

Without hesitation, Ridge was on him, his mouth seared to his before Lucian could even say anything. He tried to climb into the man’s body by way of that kiss.

Oh, and it was fucking hot.

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