The Estate wasn't a home; it was a fortress carved into the coastal cliffs, hidden beneath layers of holographic camouflage and reinforced titanium. As the heavy blast doors hissed shut behind them, the outside world—and the Harvester—felt a thousand miles away.
The interior was a masterclass in minimalist luxury, but the air was saturated with the lingering vibration of Ren's Origin Pulse. For the women, who were still carrying his energy in their systems, the house felt like a living extension of Ren himself.
"The master suite is the only room with independent life-support and shielding," Ren said, his voice echoing off the obsidian floors. He had discarded his ruined tuxedo shirt, his broad back a map of old scars and new, angry welts from the blue-light whip. "If he finds this place, that's where you'll be safest."
"You mean that's where we will be," Serafina corrected, her voice thick with an appetite that the battle had only sharpened. She began unzipping the gold scales of her dress, letting it pool at her feet until she stood in nothing but lace and confidence. "I'm not sleeping in a guest room while my blood is literally screaming for your touch, Ren."
The master suite was dominated by a bed that looked more like a low-slung altar. The floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the crashing black waves of the Atlantic, but nobody was looking at the view.
Clara stood by the edge of the bed, her breath hitching. The golden light Ren had gifted her was still humming under her skin, making every nerve ending hyper-sensitive. When Ren stepped toward her, the magnetic pull was so strong she felt her knees weaken.
"I've never seen you like this," Clara whispered, her hand trembling as she touched the raw, burnt skin on his palm. "So violent. So... beautiful."
"This is who I am, Clara," Ren murmured, pulling her flush against his heated chest. "The baker was a dream. This is the reality."
Viper moved like a shadow, sliding between them. She didn't ask for permission. She pressed her face against Ren's shoulder, inhaling the scent of gunsmoke and sandalwood. "We've waited years for the Architect to wake up," she hissed, her hands sliding down to the waistband of his tactical trousers. "Don't make us wait another second."
The intimacy wasn't just physical; it was a biological necessity. Ren's energy was a fire that needed to be shared, or it would consume him from the inside out.
He moved with the same overwhelming precision he used in combat. He pulled Clara down onto the silk sheets, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that tasted of possession. At the same time, his hand reached back, gripping Viper's hair and pulling her into the heat.
Serafina joined them, her movements graceful and predatory. She draped herself over Ren's back, her lips tracing the line of his spine, shivering as she felt the literal hum of power radiating from his bones.
"My God," Serafina gasped, her head falling back as Ren's Pulse flared. "It's like being touched by a sun."
The room became a blur of tangled limbs and heavy breathing. Ren was the center of the storm, his strength unfathomable as he managed the three of them.
* With Clara, he was a protective force, his touch firm but filled with a desperate, grounding love that anchored her amidst the chaos.
* With Viper, he was the Master, meeting her feral intensity with a raw, dominant power that made her cry out in a mix of pain and ecstasy.
* With Serafina, he was the Conqueror, breaking down her icy corporate exterior until she was nothing but a shivering mess of desire beneath him.
As the Pulse reached its peak, the very air in the room began to glow with a soft, amber light. The women weren't just taking his pleasure; they were absorbing his strength. Their wounds from the earlier skirmish closed; their fatigue vanished, replaced by a terrifyingly sharp clarity.
Ren groaned, a low, primal sound that vibrated through the mattress and into their very cores. In that moment of total vulnerability and total dominance, the hierarchy of the house was set.
Hours later, the moon cast long, silver shadows across the four of them, tangled together in the oversized bed. Ren lay in the center, his arms draped over the women who had sought his protection and his power.
Clara lay with her head on his chest, her skin still glowing faintly. She looked at Serafina and Viper, who were draped across Ren's legs and shoulders. There was no jealousy now—only a strange, shared bond. They were the King's court, bound to him by blood and breath.
Ren's eyes remained open, staring at the ceiling. His body was relaxed, but his mind was already calculating. The Harvester was still out there, and now, he had three more reasons to be the most dangerous man on the planet.
"We aren't just hiding anymore," Ren whispered into the dark.
"I know," Clara murmured, her voice sounding stronger, more resonant. She looked at her own hands, feeling the latent power Ren had left inside her. "Next time he comes... we'll be ready."