Moonlit Bonds
The entire room pulsed with light and shadow, creating a cocoon of magic around our joined bodies.
"The bond," I gasped, feeling it forming between us, not a chain of possession but a living connection, vibrant with possibility. "I can feel it."
"Yes," Maison growled, his rhythm faltering as the sensation overwhelmed him. "It's happening."
Jackson's hands tightened on my hips, his usual control slipping as the mate bond took hold. "Daisy," he breathed, my name a reverence on his lips.