Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-One
Crow tried to pull his hand away, his expression calm but a bit awkward. "That's enough, Beldra. We need to move—"
But the moment his hand shifted, Beldra's own hands shot up, gripping his wrist tightly.
"No," she said firmly, her voice husky. "You don't get to start and stop like that. You gave me a taste, and now you're going to finish what you started."
Liana, Sylvanna, and Valeria, who had been watching from a distance, narrowed their eyes. The atmosphere grew heavy.
"You're hogging him," Liana said flatly, stepping forward.
Sylvanna's eyes glowed. "We agreed—no monopolizing."
Valeria crossed her arms, wings twitching. "I didn't agree to that, but I still don't like it."
Crow looked between the four divine-tier women now circling him and let out a slow sigh. "…This is getting out of hand."
Beldra clung tighter.
And so, instead of war or conquest, the battlefield was now his personal space. And he was hopelessly outnumbered.