Chapter 957: Man On A Mission
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.
"You... You have a very different air from when you came to my basement back then..." she murmured, hugging herself unconsciously, thighs rubbing together as her drenched slit ached for attention. Her breath hitched; her instincts couldn’t decide if she wanted to pounce... or bolt.
No, that’s a lie. There was simply no way the Hexblade would ever run in such a scenario. Her brain was just... a little confused.
He tilted his head, and that devilish grin of his made a reappearance. "Of course I do, Vex."
Quinlan lifted one hand with his palm turned upward. Water magic flared to life, manifesting clear and pure liquid. It twirled, coiled, and then unraveled into dozens of tiny ribbons that slid across his bare skin.