Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1402

Chapter 1402: Chapter 1402

Jude’s heart thumped once, heavy.

Lucy sat straighter in his lap.

"I resisted because I didn’t trust it. Because I didn’t want to lose control," Sophie said. "But control was never real. Love is. Connection is."

She crossed the space and knelt before Jude.

"I want to change. Not because I’m weak. Not because I’m broken. Because I want to belong to something more."

He reached out slowly, cupping her cheek. "Are you sure?"

Tears welled in her eyes, but her smile was radiant. "I’ve never been more sure of anything."

Rose stepped forward and offered her hand.

Sophie took it.

The others circled them, not in fear this time - but in reverence.

As Rose kissed Sophie, the island began to hum again.

And this time, Jude didn’t resist.

Sophie’s lips parted beneath Rose’s with a soft gasp, her body shivering not from fear, but from surrender. The hum of the island grew stronger, threading through the trees like invisible silk, wrapping around them, pressing against their skin in a way that felt intimate, sacred. Jude could feel it vibrating in his bones, just as he could feel the shift in Sophie as she kissed Rose deeper, longer, her hands rising to cup her face with trembling devotion.

When they finally broke apart, Sophie turned to face the others. Her pupils shimmered faintly gold, her breath uneven, her smile wide and soft like dawn. No eerie grin. No forced expression. Just peace. True, sensual, radiant peace.

"I feel her," she whispered, touching her chest. "I feel them. All of us."

Grace stepped forward first, wrapping her arms around Sophie from behind, resting her cheek to Sophie’s shoulder as if she, too, could sense the transformation blooming inside her. Then Stella joined, and Natalie, until Sophie was enveloped in a living embrace.

Jude felt a hand slip into his. Lucy. She looked up at him, her eyes full of emotion.

"It’s spreading," she whispered.

"Are you afraid?" he asked.

She shook her head slowly. "No. I just didn’t know it could feel like this."

Jude kissed her hair and pulled her against him as the circle loosened. Sophie stood taller now, her spine straighter, her body humming with the same faint glow that had touched Rose, Layla, Zoey, and the others. She didn’t seem different - only more herself. And that was what made it more seductive than anything before.

Rose walked back toward Jude and Lucy, stopping just short of touching.

"It doesn’t happen all at once," she said softly. "But it happens when the heart opens. When fear dies."

Lucy looked down at her own hand in Jude’s, then stepped forward.

"I want to know," she said, "but not yet. I want to feel it through him first."

Rose’s smile deepened with understanding. "Then you will."

Jude felt the attention shift toward him. Twelve pairs of eyes. All warm. All expectant. All loving. He had been the center from the start - but now, he was also the bridge. The bond between what they had been and what they were becoming.

And they wanted him.

Not as a man torn between women.

But as the man who bound them.

Grace stepped closer, tugging at the edge of his wrap until it fell from his body, revealing his still-sensitized skin, his hardening cock. The hunger returned - but it was no longer raw. It was sacred.

"We share everything now," Zoey murmured, dropping to her knees before him. "Even this."

He reached for her, his fingers sinking into her hair as she took him into her mouth with reverence, not urgency. Her tongue was slow, her lips soft, her moans vibrating through him. Lucy knelt beside her, kissing up Jude’s thigh, trailing her tongue over the base of his shaft where Zoey didn’t reach. Their mouths worked in harmony - no jealousy, no competition, just love turned physical.

Sophie moved behind him, her breasts pressed to his back, her arms wrapping around his waist as she whispered against his neck. "Let go. Let it take you."

When he opened his eyes, he found Rose in front of him, naked, kneeling, her hands reaching to pull Lucy and Zoey gently back.

Then she straddled him.

No words.

Just the heat of her sex sliding down over him, enveloping him completely.

Jude groaned, his hands flying to her hips as she began to move - slow, deep, purposeful. Each roll of her hips was a wave crashing over him, each moan a spark that lit the fire deeper in his core.

The others circled them, touching each other, kissing, pleasuring, sharing. Stella lay with Scarlet, their legs tangled, mouths locked in a kiss so deep it looked like one was breathing for the other. Grace climbed onto Sophie’s lap, grinding against her in a slow rhythm. Layla guided Emma down, licking her open like worship. Natalie and Lucy faced each other, fingers dipping, tongues tasting.

The energy spiraled up.

Jude thrust into Rose harder now, meeting her rhythm, sweat slicking their bodies as the hum of the island matched the slap of their hips. She cried out his name, not in ecstasy alone, but in connection. He felt every gasp as though it were his own.

Zoey pressed behind him again, kissing his shoulders, whispering encouragement. Sophie kissed Rose, her hands between their bodies, teasing Rose’s clit as Jude fucked her. Emma moved beside them, mouth open in pleasure as Layla moaned between her thighs.

And just as the moment built to a breaking point, Rose arched back, crying out in a voice not quite her own - wild and open, a call that echoed across the canopy. Jude came with her, pulsing deep inside her as light flickered around them, golden and bright, like the island itself was climaxing with them.

They collapsed together, tangled, breathless.

The others followed - some coming in pairs, some in clusters, some alone but not lonely. And when it was done, when the forest quieted again, they lay on the furs, skin against skin, hearts thundering in sync.