"Introduce us to our new daughters-in-law!!" they demanded together, eyes glowing with primordial intensity.
Quinlan sighed.
"Of course you do," he murmured. Honestly, he'd seen this coming since the moment they blinked in sync earlier.
With the grace of someone who had long since accepted his fate, he slid his hands along their wet, toned backs and drew them down toward himself until their foreheads pressed against his once again.
"All right, Mothers… Let's start with my sexy, slutty, foxy girlfriend…"
"Kitsara."
A surge of soul memory flowed through the connection in the form of brief, focused flashes:
➤ A white-haired foxkin sorceress with dangerous curves, wearing criminally little and smirking like a predator the first time they met.
➤ Her leaping into Quinlan's arms right after they'd just met, as if she were a loose woman.
