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He was shirtless. Hair disheveled. Lips slightly parted in exhausted surrender. And buried beneath an entangled pile of women.
Azhara was sprawled across his chest, purring softly in her sleep.
Sha had claimed his right arm like a royal scepter, her face buried in his bicep.
Vel's legs were still locked around his waist, and somehow… somehow she had managed to wedge her foot under his chin.
Naaro lay across his legs like a satisfied blanket, mumbling dream sweet nonsense about stars, tunnels, and warm, sticky kisses, and big anaconda thrust.
And for the first time in recorded memory, Kai had no idea what to say. He just saw the big and soft chest and pink lower lips which smiled at him. As if asking for more.
He tried to move. But he couldn't.
He was pinned to bed by four ladies. Smothered by affection, consequence, and one very smug rabbit tail twitching against his ribs.
Then… The leaf door opened.
Soft footsteps echoed on stone. Regal. Precise. Deliberate.
