The petite girl, for her part, squeaked as she dropped to her feet once being unceremoniously let go of. In the same breath, Serika's powerful, tanned legs wrapped around Quinlan's waist while her arms locked behind his neck, fingers digging into his hair. He answered by grabbing twin handfuls of her perfectly sculpted butt, hauling her both higher and closer, pushing their bodies together.
Their mouths met. It was a battle, fire against storm.
That's right; it wasn't a kiss. It was a claim. A collision of two burning stars.
A wordless declaration: MINE!
Feng blinked.
Once.
Twice.
And then the full image of what was happening slammed into her like a lightning bolt to the skull.
"W-W-WHAAAAAAAAAT?!"
Her voice cracked, screeched, and echoed across the battlefield.
"Serika! You opportunistic slut! Get off my man!!"
