He turned toward them. Four beautiful, dangerous, utterly tempting women stood in a line, like prey caught in the gaze of a very determined predator.
Vex. Seraphiel. Blossom. Aurora.
Their bodies stiffened. Four sets of wide, hungry eyes locked onto his advancing form. And in perfect, comedic harmony, they gulped. Hard.
His bare feet echoed softly on the smooth floor as he strode forward with slow, confident steps. Shoulders rolled back. Chin high. The kind of gait that screamed one thing:
A man on a mission.
"So…" His voice dropped, low and velvety. "Who's next?"
The way their bodies twitched, the way juicy thighs squeezed together, how fingers fidgeted with hems or trailed nervously over skin… it was the perfect display of nervous anticipation, and he was the conductor.
Vex was the first to break the silence. Her crimson eyes narrowed and she felt a strange shiver crawling down her spine as her mouth tugged into a grin.