Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 257. Challenge Accepted!

"Determined to drive me insane," Damian shot back, though his voice cracked slightly when Evelyn's hand moved to his shoulder, her touch feather-light but deliberate.

Victoria leaned closer, her lips hovering near his ear. "Insane in the best way, though. Admit it."

Damian opened his mouth to retort, but whatever he was going to say was lost when Evelyn suddenly closed the gap, her lips pressing against his in a kiss that left no room for argument. Her tongue teased his, her hands steadying him as she leaned in further.

Damian's eyes widened for a moment before instinct took over, his hands moving to her waist as he returned the kiss, his mind racing but his body surrendering to the moment.

"Now that's more like it," Victoria purred, her voice low and sultry. She shifted closer, her lips brushing against his neck in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. Her tongue flicked out, tracing a line up to his jaw as she whispered, "Relax, Damian. Let us take care of you."

He pulled back slightly, glancing between them with a mix of disbelief and amusement. "You two planned this, didn't you?"

"Planned? No," Evelyn said, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "But we're adaptable."

Victoria smirked, tilting her head as she traced her finger along Damian's collarbone. "Very adaptable."

Damian leaned back slightly, propping himself up on his elbows as he eyed them with a mix of suspicion and amusement. "You two really don't quit, do you?"

Evelyn's laugh was soft and melodic. "Why would we? You make it too fun."

Damian's heart skipped a beat as Victoria's hands moved to the ties of her dress. With deliberate slowness, she loosened them, the fabric slipping from her shoulders and pooling at her waist. "Fun is putting it mildly," she murmured, her crimson eyes locking onto his.

Evelyn followed suit, her hands tugging at the hem of her top before pulling it over her head. Her movements were confident but unhurried, her smirk never wavering as she watched Damian's reaction. "What's the matter, Damian? Cat got your tongue?"

Damian's gaze flicked between them, his chest rising and falling as his heart raced. "You two are something else," he said, his voice steady despite the rapid thudding in his ears. "But you're underestimating me if you think I'm going to crumble that easily."

Victoria arched an eyebrow, a challenge glinting in her eyes. "Oh? Are you saying we're not persuasive enough?"

Evelyn grinned, stepping closer until she was standing between his legs. "Maybe he's daring us to try harder."

"Maybe I am," Damian shot back, his smirk turning into a full grin. "Let's see what you've got."

Victoria leaned in, her hands resting on his shoulders as she pressed her lips against his ear. "Be careful what you wish for, warlock."

Evelyn's hands moved to his towel, her fingers grazing the edge as she glanced up at him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "You might not be able to handle it."

Damian raised an eyebrow, his voice low and steady. "Oh, I can handle it. The question is—can you?"

Evelyn chuckled, her fingers deftly untying the towel and letting it fall away. "Looks like we're about to find out."

Victoria's laugh was soft but laced with challenge. "You talk a big game, Damian. Let's see if you can back it up."

Damian reached out, his hands finding their waists and pulling them closer. His grip was firm but controlled, his voice steady as he said, "You forget who you're dealing with. If anyone's going to be in control here, it's me."

Evelyn tilted her head, her smirk faltering for only a moment before she recovered. "Is that so?"

Victoria leaned down, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispered, "Then prove it."

Damian's smirk widened as he shifted his weight, flipping their positions with practiced ease. He pinned them both beneath him, his hands on either side of them as he loomed above, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "Challenge accepted."

Victoria raised an eyebrow, a slight tremor rippling through her frame. For a brief moment, Damian caught a flash of uncertainty in her gaze, but it vanished almost instantly, replaced with a determined expression.

Evelyn shifted slightly, her hips arching upward in a subtle but unmistakable invitation. She tilted her head, her eyes locking onto his as she said, "Well? Show us what you've got."

Damian's gaze flicked between them, his smile still firmly in place. He reached down, his hand skimming the curve of Evelyn's hip as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear. "As your wish," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "I will start from you..."

Without further ado, Damian began his assault on Evelyn, his hands trailing along her sides, his lips pressing against her neck. He started slowly, his movements deliberate and calculated, but as her breathing grew heavier, his pace quickened, his touch becoming more insistent.

He shifted his weight, his lips trailing along her collarbone as his hand moved downward, his fingers tracing a path along her inner thigh. She shivered, her hips arching upward, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"Ah!" Evelyn moaned as his fingers slid inside her, his thumb grazing her clit in slow, torturous circles. "D-Damian..."

Victoria watched, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the heat rising inside her, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted nothing more than have him ravage her, but she forced herself to remain still, watching the scene unfold before her with growing impatience.

"Moan louder," Damian murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Show me how much you want me."

Evelyn arched her back, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Hnn," she gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders. "Ah." She could feel her mind go blank, her body responding to his touch, her nerves on fire.

"Good," Damian whispered, his fingers curling inside her. "Good."

Victoria swallowed hard, her hand trailing down her stomach. She could feel the heat rising, the need building. She knew she couldn't hold back much longer.

"Damian," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Please."

"Please what?" he replied, his tone teasing. "Tell me exactly what you want, Victoria."