Berenga added. Her voice was breathless from running. The 'I-sprinted-through-the-forest-because-I-sensed-your-return' breathlessness.
Viktor laughed. The sound was genuine. The 'my-women-missed-me' satisfaction that stroked his ego and warmed his chest simultaneously. His hands found their asses. Both of them. Dara's, firm and muscular, the cheek tight under his palm. Berenga's, thick and soft, the flesh yielding under his fingers. He squeezed both. The women flinched. Neither pulled away.
"I missed you too," he said. The words were directed at both of them. The 'you-two-are-my-women-and-I-have-returned' statement that made Dara's ears redden and Berenga's body press closer.
Neither woman looked at Evriana. The Ktorian aunt, standing beside Viktor in her torn dress, her hair a mess, her face still flushed from the kiss, was deliberately ignored. Not out of malice. Out of priorities. Viktor was back. Everything else could wait.
