The words "Let's begin" were a catalyst, a match dropped into a pool of volatile oil. The air, already thick with lust, crackled with raw energy.
Jax didn't wait for them to move; he acted like a ruthless predator seizing the initiative. His hands shot out, gripping the arms of two witches standing nearest to him. He pulled them forward with a firm, irresistible strength.
The first was the silver-haired elder, her rune-braided hair a stark contrast to the pale, flawless skin of her face and shoulders.
The second was the vibrant purple-haired youth, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and exhilaration.
He didn't give them time to think, only to react. He claimed the silver-haired witch's lips first, a searing, dominant kiss that was less a request and more a statement of ownership.
She melted against him, her experienced lips parting instantly to welcome his tongue, a soft moan vibrating in her throat.
