Kaiden's chest was heaving.
Sweat ran down his abs in thin lines and his heart hammered against his ribs like it was trying to escape, because fucking five beyond needy gals against a countdown timer was apparently cardio that no amount of stat points could trivialize.
His arms gave out first, then his core, and he tipped backward with a groan that was half relief and half his soul leaving his body.
Eight hands caught him before he hit the sheets.
Aria's palms found his upper back, gentle and sure, her silver hair pooling against his damp skin as she guided his weight into her lap.
Luna braced his right side with both arms, small body warm against him, still flushed and grinning up at him like he was the cutest thing she'd ever broken, all the while sending mighty hisses at Aria, who promptly ignored her with soft smiles.
