Chapter 229: choke
Within seconds, Kael’s bedroom in Liss’s villa was a storm of estrogen and chaos, a superpowered whirlwind crashing through the soundproof sanctuary he’d clung to moments ago.
They poured in—blonde, busty, redhead, goth, curvy, slim, sharp-tongued, soft-voiced—a fantasy harem to some, a waking nightmare to Kael.
His everyday life, a relentless mix of danger and desire, had caught up with him.
He’d only wanted to sleep in peace.
His hazel eyes, still heavy with sleep after a day lost to rest, blinked tiredly, his body aching but grounded.
But now, he was sprawled on the bed, smothered by Freya’s massive, soft breasts pressing against his face through her cyan t-shirt, her platinum-cyan hair spilling on his face as she hugged him tight.
Rhea straddled his hips, her crimson hair loose, her amber eyes glinting with impatience as she waited for his head to emerge so she could kiss him.
Freya didn’t budge, so Rhea leaned forward, planting a fierce kiss on the sliver of his forehead she could reach, her lips warm, possessive.
"I missed you, you dummy," Rhea whispered, her arms sneaking around his shoulders, her body pressing closer, her breasts brushing his chest through her tank top, a subtle heat in the contact.
"I was only asleep," Kael mumbled, his words muffled against Freya’s chest, her warmth enveloping him, her scent—cool mint and frost—dizzying.
At the door, the twins watched, their black eyes gleaming in the dim light.