NOVEL NEXT Chapter 351: Teasing a Man in Need
Warlock Ch 351. Teasing a Man in Need
Victoria gave his shoulder a small squeeze. "But now we're looking, Damian." She met his gaze, her eyes serious. "We see you."
His breath hitched for just a second.
They saw him.
Not just his strength. Not just the Warlock of Eternal Bonds.
Him.
Damian swallowed, lowering his head slightly.
"…Thanks."
He wasn't sure if it was enough. If he could put into words the strange, overwhelming feeling twisting in his chest.
But Victoria just smirked, pressing a fleeting kiss against the side of his neck. "You owe us for this emotional moment, you know."
Evelyn huffed, though there was warmth in her eyes. "Idiot."
Damian chuckled. "Yeah, yeah."
He wasn't fixed.
The past still weighed on him.
But at least he wasn't carrying it alone anymore.
Damian barely had time to process the warmth in his chest before Evelyn and Victoria moved. It wasn't rushed, wasn't desperate—it was deliberate.
Victoria was the first to act, her fingers threading through his dark hair as she tilted his head slightly, capturing his lips in a slow, unhurried kiss. It was teasing at first—just the faintest brush of lips, but Damian felt the intent behind it, the way she let herself linger, drawing him deeper into it.
Evelyn pressed in from the other side, her hand sliding up his arm, tracing over his pulse, a quiet, grounding presence. "You've carried so much for so long," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "But you don't have to anymore."
Damian shuddered at the sheer tenderness in her voice. He had been touched before. Felt hands that sought him out for power, for conquest.
But this?
This was something else entirely. He let himself sink into it, his body relaxing as Victoria deepened the kiss, her fingers slowly undoing the clasps of his coat, peeling away the layers. Evelyn followed, her touch gentle, as though she was memorizing him, tracing over scars that shouldn't have healed, over muscles that had been carved.
Damian swallowed, his throat tight as he whispered, "I don't—"
Victoria hushed him, her lips ghosting over his jaw, then lower. "Don't think."
Evelyn's hands slid lower, her fingers tracing warmth along his spine. "Just feel."
He did. He let them pull him into their warmth, let their hands trace over his body—not claiming, not taking, but accepting. He felt Evelyn's lips press against his shoulder, soft and knowing, felt the way Victoria's hands moved over his chest, trailing over old wounds and past burdens.
They undressed him slowly, not out of hesitation, but as if they had all the time in the world.
As if they wanted him to understand that he wasn't just someone to be worshiped or someone to be feared. He was theirs. And they were his.
Damian trembled as they guided him back onto the bed, felt the way their bodies pressed against him, warm and unrelenting.
This wasn't just lust. This was everything he had ever been denied—intimacy, connection, belonging.
His hands found Evelyn's waist, fingers tightening slightly as she leaned down, her lips capturing his in something slow, something that tasted like devotion.
Victoria's hand tangled in his hair as she kissed his throat, whispering, "You're not alone."
He broke a little at that.
Because he believed them, he let himself have this.
Let himself be held.
Let himself be loved.
Evelyn's lips ghosted over his collarbone, her fingers following the ridges of his toned abdomen, as though committing every inch of him to memory. Her touch was hot, filled with silent promises and understanding.
Victoria wasn't patient—she never was. Her fingernails dragged lightly down his chest, her fangs brushing against his skin, sending a delicious shiver through his spine. "You hold back too much," she whispered, her voice silky and knowing, pressing a soft kiss against his throat. "Let us take care of you, Damian."
His breathing deepened, muscles flexing under their touch as their hands roamed lower.
Evelyn smirked against his skin as her fingers brushed against the growing hardness between his legs, her touch both teasing and knowing. "Already?" she murmured, rubbing slow circles over the fabric, feeling him twitch beneath her touch.
Damian let out a low groan, his grip tightening on her waist as Victoria's fingers joined hers, both of them tracing over his clothed length, feeling him grow harder under their teasing touches.
"Teasing a man in need," Damian gritted out, his voice rough, hands gripping the sheets. "Cruel."
Victoria chuckled darkly, slipping onto his lap, straddling him. "Cruel?" she purred, grinding against his hardness, relishing the way he twitched beneath her, the way his breath stuttered against her neck. "You're the one who's been making us wait, Damian."
Evelyn huffed, her own body aching with need, pressing herself against his side, her lips grazing the shell of his ear. "She's right," she whispered, nipping at his jawline, her hand moving to slide beneath his waistband, her fingers wrapping around his growing heat. "And we're tired of waiting."
Damian groaned, his hips jerking slightly into her touch, his restraint unraveling piece by piece.
Victoria kissed him deeply, swallowing his sounds, rocking against him in slow, agonizing movements that had him gritting his teeth. Evelyn's hand moved in steady strokes, coaxing him to full hardness, her touch both gentle and firm, drawing out the raw pleasure that coiled in his stomach.
Heat built between them, their bodies moving in sync, their breaths mingling in the dimly lit room. Clothes melted away, piece by piece, exposing bare skin against bare skin, heat meeting heat.
Damian's hands roamed over their bodies, gripping, exploring, feeling the soft curves of Evelyn's waist, the firm press of Victoria's thighs, claiming them as much as they claimed him.
Victoria sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she adjusted, feeling him fill her completely.
Evelyn watched, eyes dark with desire, pressing her body against his side, her hand tracing the firm muscles of his chest, feeling his heartbeat thrum beneath her palm.
Victoria let out a pleasured sigh, rolling her hips slowly, her movements deliberate, savoring every inch of him.
Damian groaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her pace, feeling the way she tightened around him, the way her body moved so perfectly with his.
Evelyn pressed her lips to his throat, muffling his groans, her own body burning with need. "You're ours, Damian," she whispered against his skin.
Victoria leaned down, kissing him deeply, their breaths mixing as her movements grew faster, needier, pushing him further and further to the edge.
Damian growled, flipping them suddenly, pinning Victoria beneath him, his thrusts deep and powerful, making her cry out in pleasure. Evelyn watched, heat pooling low in her stomach, her fingers tightening around the sheets, aching for her turn.
The night stretched on, filled with whispers, gasps, moans, and unspoken promises.
But in the end, what mattered most wasn't just the pleasure, or the desperate hunger.