Thristle grinned, her eyes gleaming with wild anticipation as she straddled Aiden's lap.
"Why you?" Lysandra growled, still shaking from the aftermath.
The others formed a half-circle around them, breaths hot and heavy in the dim, charged air.
Nyxion knelt beside Thristle, her hand tracing idle circles along Aiden's chest, while Venya curled at his other side, cheeks flushed and lips parted, anticipation burning in her amber gaze.
As Thristle slid down onto Aiden, a gasp escaped her, sharp and delighted.
Selvara watched them, arms folded, her cheeks ablaze. Though she tried to look away, her eyes flicked back again and again.
Arisha, sitting quietly at Lysandra's side, bit her lip, glancing between Selvara and the scene in front of her, curiosity and nervous longing warring within her.
"Ahh~... It feels so good to come back home. Mngh~!" Thristle cried, moaning as she bounced on his lap.
