Eventually, the attendants left and Damian stood motionless beneath the twin crescent moons, the three women pressed tightly against him. The emerald light painted their hair and skin in soft, otherworldly hues.
Ruby's face remained buried against his chest, her breathing uneven. Hazel's arms circled his waist while Rachel rested her cheek against his shoulder, her earlier composure softened into something far more vulnerable.
The hunger in their eyes was undeniable but how could he blame them, he has been away for a decade. As much as he would have preferred to deal with the Loth issue, he knew satisfying his wives just after they agreed to betray their parents for him was extremely important.
