Bastet's thighs, which had been trembling messily moments ago, finally steadied. The majestic Solar Empress, known to the world as the graceful felinid queen, now looked nothing like her usual public image.
No. She was a hot mess as she crawled toward Kaiden with shameless hunger. Every sway of her hips made her round buttocks jiggle like ripe fruit. She was no longer prey undone by dominance; she was a predator on the prowl, eyes locked on her quarry.
Her gaze darted to his shaft and sack, both already under siege by Aria and Luna.
A brief thought passed through her golden eyes: she could shove them aside, claim her master entirely for herself. But she dismissed it.
She had no desire to fight them off tonight.
