Earlier, Ethan had been enjoying himself, trapping the angel birds like a predator. He intended to play with them and ravish their bodies as long as the stay in Gulchtown lasted. Perhaps Gabriella and Celine could be transported to Cromwell Castle, too, under some pretext and deception.
However, after the danger to his extended family—Artis and the cubs—manifested, he had to expedite his plans.
Ethan stared up at the chained angels, over seven-foot-tall, voluptuous women, his fingers itching to tear into their premium heavenly flesh. Gabriella's massive breasts heaved with each of her defiant breaths, the heavencloth bikini straining against their impossible swell.
Celine's spread legs revealed the slick trail of aphrodisiac jelly snaking down her inner thighs into the aperture.
