Elves were climbing over each other, pulling at Luca's arms, his legs, his hair. Some were outright wrestling each other for the chance to be next.
Selma had her hand wrapped around his shaft while Alia tried to pry her off.
Ivy was attempting to climb up his back like a tree.
The scene was absolute madness.
And yet, despite everything, a proud smile spread across Leona's face.
She looked almost...pleased. Like a wife watching her husband conquer an army which, in a way, he was. Her man was out there, dominating dozens of beautiful women, and instead of jealousy, she felt something else entirely.
Excitement. Pride. A strange, possessive thrill that made her heart race.
"He's really something, isn't he?" Nyx said, appearing at her side.
Leona nodded, not taking her eyes off the fray. "He really is."
Below them, Lulu had jumped into the thick of it.
