Chapter 1280: A House Full of Want (r-18)

Two nights were long enough for Phei’s women to decide that returning him to ordinary civilization was an unacceptable waste of resources; and as such; dinner had barely ended before he began realizing just how thoroughly doomed he was.

Melissa still had not told anyone about the child. Phei wanted to celebrate until the entire penthouse knew, wanted to see Maddie’s face explode, Sierra cry, Maya begin speaking for six uninterrupted minutes and probably watch half the room immediately start arguing over names, nurseries and who would be the baby’s favorite aunt.

He kept quiet; it was Melissa’s news too.

More importantly, their child was growing inside her... whenever she chose to share the good news, Phei would be beside her. Until then, he could carry the happiness privately without stealing the moment from her merely because his own excitement had the subtlety of a Dragon discovering treasure.

Melissa seemed grateful for that and she had kissed him and beneath the table once during dinner, fingers squeezing his hand before returning innocently to her meal while everybody else remained blissfully unaware.

After dinner, however, innocence suffered a rapid extinction.

Phei had barely escaped the dining room when Maddie caught one of his hands and Sierra claimed the other.

He looked between them, Maddie smiled and Sierra’s cheeks were already faintly pink despite the remarkably composed expression she was attempting to maintain.

Phei immediately understood. "Should I be frightened?"

"Very," Maddie answered, tightening her fingers around his while walking backward through the hallway. Her grin became wicked when she saw him following willingly. "You disappeared for two nights after scaring everyone half to death. There are consequences."

Sierra gave Maddie a sideways look, though her own fingers remained firmly intertwined with Phei’s. "That makes it sound like we’re punishing him."

"We are."

Phei’s brows rose. "This family has developed fascinating disciplinary methods."

Maddie laughed and pulled him harder and the door eventually closed behind the three of them. What followed was less punishment than accumulated hunger finally receiving somewhere private to go.

There was laughter first, because with Maddie there was always laughter while she kissed him while Sierra complained that neither of them possessed patience, only for Phei to turn and steal Sierra’s complaint from her mouth with another kiss. The two women had spent the previous nights worried, uncertain whether he was safe and irritated with him for vanishing, and affection quickly tangled itself with that frustration until the bedroom became warm with breath, wandering hands, clothes abandoned without anyone remembering exactly when and enough teasing accusations to make Phei wonder whether apologizing was supposed to be this enjoyable.

Somewhere between Sierra clinging to him and Maddie lying close enough to trace one finger along his newly changed eyes, the subject of their Marks disappearing returned.

Maddie’s expression became more serious while he fucked her from behind: "Our Marks disappeared."

Phei’s hand slowed against her waist.

Sierra nodded from beside him. "I noticed mine yesterday."

Phei had expected the question.

He drew them closer rather than attempting some elaborate explanation they did not need. "I know."

Maddie’s eyes sharpened. "And?"

"And I’ll give them back."

Her shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly.

Phei kissed her forehead before continuing, "Separately."

Maddie stared.

Sierra’s mouth twitched.

"Separately?" Maddie repeated, already sounding offended on principle.

Phei smiled and fucked her harder, deep and sensually. "The Mark has changed. I want to give each of you the new one properly, not treat it like I’m stamping attendance after dinner."

That bought him several seconds of silence, Maddie narrowed her eyes. "Fine. But I-I reserve the right to complain until my turn."

"Naturally."

Sierra reached over and lightly smacked Maddie’s ass. "You reserve that right for everything."

Phei laughed and dragged both women through waves of orgasms.

Neither knew that another connection already rested quietly between them and him.

The Spiritual Bonds he had been placing throughout the evening had settled cleanly, each woman’s presence now distinct within his awareness without disturbing the older intimacy between them. He had no intention of confusing those Bonds with the Living Soul Mark. The Mark meant something else, something personal enough that Phei wanted every woman to choose it again while looking at him and understanding exactly what she was accepting.

Tonight was not going to become some ridiculous procession where women entered one door, received affection and left through another.

His home was not a cultivation clinic.

The evening simply moved on further:

Maddie and Sierra had stolen him first because they possessed less shame than several others and considerably faster hands. But much later, after showers, laughter, another round of complaints and a dangerous amount of kissing in the hallway, Phei was allowed back into circulation only long enough for Valentina to discover him.

Noor happened to be with her; Phei looked at both women and Valentina looked toward Noor.

Noor’s usually composed mouth curved.

Phei sighed theatrically. "I see democracy has failed again and you two enjoyed yourselves last time and you want to try again."

Valentina wrapped her arms around his neck. "Uh-huh, and also, democracy was never invited."

Noor laughed softly when Phei kissed Valentina, though the sound turned quieter when his attention eventually reached her.

The second part of the night felt different.

Valentina carried hunger openly, teasing him between kisses and refusing to let him pretend he had not been missed. Noor was softer, her earlier sickness was completely gone now beneath Healing Touch, though once Phei began paying proper attention to her, that quiet softness proved capable of becoming something considerably less innocent.

And the next hours passed strangely.

The penthouse gradually grew silent around them while the city continued glittering beyond its impossible height. Doors closed. Lights dimmed. Somewhere down the hall Maddie was almost certainly still awake because Maddie considered sleep an insult whenever gossip remained unfinished.

Patricia never joined them.

Neither did the Goddess, Melissa or Delilah.

Phei did not push.

Being surrounded by women did not mean every night needed to become some grand gathering and orgies (well he’d never got that) simply because desire existed. Some of them wanted closeness without joining anything. Some wanted him privately while some were exhausted. Melissa had a secret beneath her heart that already made tonight profound enough without adding anything else.

And Phei intended to re-Mark every woman individually.

That mattered.

The old Mark had vanished from those who already carried it when Living Soul evolved. Roxanne alone had been exempt, while Sienna’s had got Living Soul too and Melissa had already received hers again.

Everyone else would get the same choice.

One woman at a time, one private moment at a time.

’No shortcuts.’

Phei right after Noor and Valentina, he’d spend time with Yuki and Amber with soft making out which surprisingly Yuki had no problem with and she’d been so intense surprising him and Amber before Elena them and later Emily too. Later he’d spend time, precious time really, ravaging his little slave Cassiopeia.

By the time Soraya finally claimed him, the night had grown deep enough that most of Paradise had fallen quiet.

She had waited... Phei noticed that immediately.

Soraya could have inserted herself into the earlier threesome with Noor and Valentina with frightening ease since she’d wanted so much to be part of it last time, yet she had not. She had spent most of the evening enjoying herself from a distance, occasionally throwing a comment into the room, stealing a kiss when he passed close enough and very deliberately acting as though she had no particular plan.

That should have warned him.

Phei entered her bedroom much later and found her waiting near the windows.

Soraya turned when he entered.

Her hair fell loose tonight, dark waves resting over her shoulders while a thin sleeping robe wrapped her body with considerably less commitment to modesty than its profession traditionally suggested.

The silk clung to her like it had been poured on wet; It stuck to her boobs so tight he could see the full round of each one, the soft undersides pressing against the cloth, her nipples hard and dark enough to show through; they were peaked and begging to be pinched.

It then ran down her stomach without hiding anything, then caught at her waist before it opened enough for the sides of her hips and the thick outer curve of her ass to show when she shifted. The robe followed the cleft between her cheeks, then the soft fat of her inner thighs, and between them the plump outline of her pussy sat clear under the silk, lips pressed together, a faint damp mark already darkening the cloth.

Her thighs went on forever, bare almost to the hip whenever she moved, calves tight, ankles neat where the hem kept failing. The belt had already surrendered. She smiled when his gaze travelled over her like that — boobs, pussy, ass, all of it — unhurried and shameless, taking the invitation exactly as she had offered it.

"Tired?"

Phei closed the door behind him and leaned against it. "Are you asking out of concern or reconnaissance?"

Soraya laughed beneath her breath, crossed the room and placed both hands against his chest. "Both, my love. You still have time and stamina for me?"

His hands settled naturally around her waist instead of answering.

The robe was warm from her skin.

Beneath it she was nothing but her body’s warmth and the faint perfume of her pussy; it was like she intended to ruin him quietly. Her bare stomach brushed his shirt when she stepped in, soft and warm, and lower he could already feel the quiet heat of her cunt waiting under the silk.

His palms slid lower, over the bare flare of her hips, and found she was wearing nothing under the silk.

The soft and supple flesh of her ass filled his hands. He squeezed, his fingers dug into the soft meat of her asscheeks, spreading them just enough that the warm cleft of her ass opened against his palms.