It had been days—three, to be exact—since that bizarre first summoning in the girly room with the three enigmatic women.
He'd stumbled back to his apartment afterward, the contract's invisible leash allowing him a fragile normalcy: work emails, takeout dinners, restless nights haunted by their words.
But now, here he was, summoned once more, the air thick with the scent of arousal and lavender sheets.
He sat on the edge of a queen-sized bed, the mattress still warm beneath him, sheets rumpled as if recently occupied.
The room was a sultry extension of the first one he'd seen. Walls in deep crimson, a vanity littered with lotions and discarded lingerie, soft lighting from a bedside lamp casting shadows that danced over exposed skin. Five minutes ago, he'd materialized here, heart racing, jeans and t-shirt unchanged from his evening jog.
Across from him stood the dark-haired girl with the naughty smile, her waves of hair tousled, framing a face flushed with recent exertion. She wore a tight camisole that clung to her full breasts, the thin fabric straining against hardened nipples, and low-rise jeans that hugged her hips like a second skin. Her green eyes locked onto him, intense and predatory, as she chewed her lower lip, lost in thought.
"What's the deal?" Kevin asked, his voice edged with irritation, shifting on the bed. The warmth seeped through his pants, unnerving him, stirring an unwelcome twitch in his groin despite his annoyance. "You summon me like some genie, and now you're just staring? Spit it out."
She blinked, her playful smile creeping back, slow and teasing, as she sauntered closer.
Her bare feet padded softly on the carpet, hips swaying with each step, the denim whispering against her thighs.
"Oh, stranger, I was just… you know. Pleasuring myself."
She glanced at the bed, her green eyes darkening with memory.
"Right there, actually. Fingers buried deep, circling my clit, chasing that edge. But then it hit me: why bother when I basically have a sex slave on speed dial? One chant, and poof! You're here to take over, plunge in where my hand left off, make me scream for real."
Kevin's face twisted into a scowl. He crossed his arms, trying to ignore how her words painted vivid pictures in his mind.
"Sex slave? That's how you see this? Classy."
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through the space between them, stepping even closer until her knees brushed his. The camisole rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of toned midriff, her skin glowing with a faint sheen of sweat.
"Don't pout, handsome. I had a million filthy ideas swirling when I cast the spell. Like tying you down, riding your face until I soak the sheets, feeling that cock stretch me wide for the first time. But now you're here, all real and solid, and I'm... overwhelmed. What do I even start with? Your mouth? Those manly hands?"
He raised an eyebrow, his annoyance cracking under the raw hunger in her voice, though he kept his tone sharp.
"You should know. You're the one who dragged me into this mess. If you've got all these urges, pick one."
Her green eyes widened slightly, then softened with a mix of vulnerability and heat.
She perched on the bed beside him, her thigh pressing against his, the denim rough against his jeans.
"Truth is... we're all virgins. Me, the blonde ice queen, the shy specs girl. Horny as hell, though. Nights like this, I can't keep my hands off myself. My thighs clench just thinking about it. But the guys around here? Total losers. Scrawny, clueless, reeking of desperation. We have standards. High ones. So we used the summoning rites I randomly found in my late granny's home, demanded the spell to deliver someone masculine, hot, built to fuck us right. And look what we got."
Her gaze raked over him, lingering on his broad shoulders, the bulge starting to strain his zipper, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Kevin's pulse quickened, the revelation hitting him like a gut punch mixed with forbidden thrill.
Virgins? These confident summoners, aching and untouched? It explained the intensity, the way her breath hitched now, her fingers twitching as if itching to touch.
She tilted her head, realizing something with a soft 'oh.'
"Wait, I never even asked. What's your name?"
"Kevin," he said, voice gruff, meeting her green stare. "Kevin Dixon."
Her smile bloomed fully, naughty edges sharpening with intent. "Ava. Ava Morgan. Nice to finally know the man who's about to ruin me for anyone else."