The air in the room was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and sweat. Ethan looked around the circle, his violet eyes glowing with a dark, appreciative hunger. He had faced armies, world matrices, and ancient anomalies, but this—a room full of the most beautiful women he had conquered—was a different kind of challenge.
"A total drain, Lena?" Ethan chuckled, his voice dropping into a deep, velvety register. "That sounds like a challenge. I hope you all brought enough stamina to keep up with my new body."
Lena didn't answer with words. She sank to her knees, her hands sliding down Ethan's torso to unfasten his belt with practiced efficiency. As his pants pooled at his ankles, the circle closed in.
Cassandra was the first to strike from behind, her lush, heavy breasts pressing against his back as her hands roamed over his chest. "I've missed this heat," she whispered into his neck, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear. "Six months was too long to wait for a taste."
