Page 42 of Shared By the Werebears
“I’m not afraid.”
“No?” I murmured, leaning in. “Then stay close. We’ve got work to do.”
We set up the portable potion base Goody A had given us on the side table—its cauldron already heating with an inner magical flame that licked blue at the edges. I unfolded the long parchment she’d given me and flattened it out. The ink shimmered faintly in the Lust Hut’s warm golden light.
One by one, I added the ingredients. A vial of moonflower sap—thick and luminous… a pinch of powdered Werebear claw, donated willingly… three of the bitter berries we’d gathered from the Blighted Forest. And lastly, a few strands of hair from each of the cursed ones. (Ronan and Finn plucked them out and handed them over when I asked.)
With each addition, the liquid in the cauldron changed—first cloudy, then clear, then deep gold like honeyed whiskey. The scent turned richer, more intoxicating, laced with something that curled in my lower belly and made me want to purr with desire.
Finn leaned in beside me, watching the brew bubble.
“God, that smells amazing. Is it done now?”
I looked down at the final line on the parchment and my breath caught. This must be the special note Goody A had talked about.
There were no words—just a mark. A rune I hadn’t seen in years—but I recognized it instantly. Old magic. Deep magic.
Lustmagic.
I swallowed hard and turned the parchment around so the boys could see.
Ronan squinted at it.
“What does that mean?”
I looked at both of them, my pulse thudding in my throat. “It means… the potion won’t activate unless I have sex with the cursed. More specifically, if we have sex that Bonds us together.”
“You want to get Bonded?” Finn blinked. “With us?”
“Yes.” I tried to keep my voice calm. “Withbothof you. It’s part of the ritual. I didn’t realize it until now, but it makes sense. This isn’t just a potion—it’s a magical bond. I’m the one making it. It needs my magic—my body. I’ll be acting as a kind of bridge, so the magic can take hold in both of you and break the curse.”
Ronan’s expression was unreadable. Finn looked halfway between stunned and thrilled.
“So…” he said slowly, “in order to fix the curse, you have to…?”
“Fuck you,” I said simply. “Both of you. At the same time. And you’ll both need to fill me with your seed…with your cum.”
The words hung in the air like incense—hot and impossible to ignore.
Ronan looked away, hands curling into fists.
“Bonding is forever. This isn’t… how things are usually done.”
“No,” I agreed. “But you and Finn aren’t living under normal conditions. You’re dying by inches, both of you. Every time you Shift, it gets harder to come back. This is the only way I can help.” I spread my hands. “Take it or leave it. I can’t change the terms of the magic.”
“We’ll take it—we’ll takeyou,”Finn said quickly. He looked at Ronan. “You know this is right. Can’t you feel it? Because I can—Goldie should belong to us—bothof us.”
Ronan still wouldn’t look at me.
His jaw clenched so tight I could see the pulse ticking in the side of his neck. He was breathing hard through his nose, like he was trying to hold back something—rage, desire, despair? Maybe all three. I felt a swirl of confusing emotions from him.
Finn reached for his shoulder, but Ronan shook him off.
“Don’t,” he muttered. “You don’t understand what you’re asking.”
“I think I do.” I stepped closer. “You’re afraid. Of what this will do to you.”
His dark eyes finally met mine.
