The gallery felt around his wives felt suddenly smaller the moment Aiden reappeared form his intense ah trainging sessions.
One second the air had been calm, filled with the distant roar of the crowd and the metallic clang of weapons below. The next—
Whoosh.
Aiden materialized right in front of his sprawled-out harem like he'd never left.
His arms were already looped possessively around Selvara and Nyxion's waists. Luna—tiny, flushed, starry-eyed Luna—was plastered to his front, arms locked around his neck, legs dangling as though she never intended to let go again.
All three women were panting like they'd sprinted up ten flights of stairs.
Cheeks crimson. Hair mussed. Lips swollen. Eyes glassy in that very particular post-O way.
Aiden, meanwhile, looked like he'd just stepped out of a refreshing shower.
Hair perfect. Shirt barely wrinkled. That signature smug 'cat-that-ate-the-cream-and-then-fucked-the-cream's-entire-family' grin plastered across his stupidly handsome face.
