War of the Gods Complete Series Boxed Set

by Meg Xuemei X

  They were twins, yet they were different in many ways. They were also very similar in some ways. Their lust and love for me had the same intensity. They balanced each other well. Pyrder was more impulsive, and Reys grounded him. Reys often looked at the bigger picture, but Pyrder surprised us all by remembering all the details and spotting every flaw. Reys was older by a couple of minutes, so he called the shots most of the time. But when Pyrder insisted on having his way, no one could deny his will.

  Reys noticed the way my gaze darted between his and his brother’s cocks and grinned.

  “Which cock you want first, Cass baby,” he purred.

  “I want both of you,” I said.

  “Greedy girl,” Reys chided me playfully.

  Pyrder watched our banter and let his twin take the lead.

  I wiggled my ass, my hands cupping the weight of my own breasts. “What are you going to do about it?”

  Reysalor pulled his palm away from me, and my pussy met the cold air. Before I protested, Reys spread my legs wider, and his face was between my thighs.

  His tongue licked my narrow slit before its wicked tip thrust shallowly between my folds. Then it withdrew and lapped round my sex.

  He was teasing me, letting the desire burn slowly through me. His thumb circled my clit, barely brushing it. My legs jerked, liquid fire burning between them. I needed Reys’s or Pyrder’s cock now. It didn’t matter which fae’s rod filled me first, as long as I got one.

  I whimpered. “No more teasing, please.”

  I had held out for so long. I needed some action. I needed big guns. I needed my mate’s cock inside me, now.

  “You want to be fucked badly, don’t you, Cass baby?” Reys asked in a husky voice, which excited me even more.

  “Yes, please,” I begged. I didn’t care how pathetic I sounded. I was on fire. If I didn’t get a cock inside me to soothe this ache, I would combust!

  And then the twins would regret the consequences!

  Pyrder sensed my urgent carnal need and took pity on me. Actually, it was because he couldn’t hold back any longer. He dipped his head, wrapped his lips around my taut nipple, and suckled.

  A tingling sensation washed over me, and I arched my back at the pleasure. Pyrder’s breath labored as he sucked my left breast with feverish need. He wanted to penetrate my pussy with his big, hard cock. I could feel his need through our mating bond.

  Yet he restrained himself from fighting his brother, from asking Reys to hurry so he could have his turn with me.

  His other hand fondled my right breast with almost bruising force.

  I ran my hand through Pyrder’s thick mane and grabbed a handful of red-gold hair just as Reys thrust his tongue into my heated passage again.

  I lifted my torso up from the luxurious mattress so I could watch how the twins played with me. A deep moan escaped my throat at the sight of these two incredible males moving over me.

  Reys withdrew his tongue.

  “Our Cass loves to watch,” Reys purred.

  “I want more, Reys! Please!” I whimpered my demand.

  “Of course you want more,” Reys said. “Remember how you taunted me when I couldn’t claim you because of the pact?”

  I remembered it all.

  He’d brought me to his mansion at the edge of the Academy after he rescued me from my stepfather’s vampires. I’d had a long bath, and he’d come to check on me. I’d tried to seduce him, and he’d resisted me.

  When he’d helped dry my back, the towel slowly moving down to my butt, I’d parted my legs, bent forward, and bared my pussy for him.

  I’d wanted him to fuck me from behind and had expected him to do just that.

  He’d rubbed my flesh between my thighs with a swath of the towel, pretending to dry me. So I’d swayed my hips.

  Instead of screwing me, he’d spanked me.

  Now, I spread my legs wider for him and writhed as I said. “How did I taunt you? I don’t remember. Why don’t you give me a hint?”

  Pyrder cursed. While I teased and challenged his twin, he got all hot.

  I smirked, hoping my new seduction worked since my wet pussy was slick with want.

  “Let me remind you,” Reys said roughly. “I wasn’t able to give it to you then, but I can give it all to you now. I’m going to fuck your perfect little pussy over and over without the slightest mercy until you can barely stand when I’m done.”

  My heart pounded at the promise. His words sounded threatening, but it was extremely erotic. I was no ordinary female. I was no human, and I was far stronger than an immortal.

  My mates knew I could take whatever they threw at me. We were well-matched.

  And right now, I wanted a raw, hard fuck more than anything. And only a dirty, rough fuck could truly satisfy me.

  On second thought, that wasn’t entirely true. My mates had all made love to me at some point, and their gentle passion had rocked me to my core.

  “Pyrder, release Cass,” Reys said. “You can suckle her tit later. I need to fuck her from behind.”

  As soon as Pyrder reluctantly pulled his mouth from me—he remembered he was playing a supportive role today—Reys flipped me over.

  I was on all fours, my ass in the air, and my breasts were pressed down on the blanket.

  I knew what the fae heir planned to do to me, and my skin burned with urgent need.

  No more foreplay. No more teasing.

  Reys roughly brushed open my swollen folds with the thick crown of his cock. I threw a glance at him over my shoulder. He was staring at my pussy, ravenous hunger twisting his handsome, sharp features into something animalistic and wild.

  Liquid flame licked the flesh between my thighs, burning like a bonfire, and I whimpered with need. The hot wetness inside my narrow passage ached to welcome his cock into me.

  Reys grabbed my thighs, pinning me in place, and his large, hard shaft drove into me with a single powerful thrust, embedding deep within me.

  I gasped at the force of his entrance and moaned when pleasure lapped at my molten core. Before I could moan again, Reys pulled out an inch or two, then thrust right back in, harder and deeper. I was gasping and moaning with each movement, but he didn’t intend to give me a break or let me get used to his rapid rhythm.

  He thrust and thrust. In and out. Flesh slapped flesh with a blinding speed.

  The onslaught of his hammering made my vision blur, yet I loved every second of my fae mate’s power. After our unbearable separation—far longer for them than it was for me—we needed this coupling more than anything. I needed the delicious, rough friction to tell me I was safe and with my mates, and my mates needed to convince themselves they’d gotten me back in one piece.

  Reys pounded between my thighs relentlessly.

  “I need inside you, too,” Pyrder said hoarsely. “It’s been so long, Cass baby.”

  He knelt before me, his cock jerking forward before my face, a bead of moisture appearing on the split of his crown.

  He lifted my head gently and thrust his cock into my mouth.

  Both cocks filled me, stretching my muscles.

  Pyrder was gentler, but he also pushed my limits to go as far as he was allowed. While he fucked my mouth, his large hands caressed my breasts. He wanted to be all over me, imprinting me with his scent and touch.

  The electrifying, erotic sounds of their pounding made my blood heat and my pulse race. I couldn’t get enough of both of them.

  Reys kept penetrating me, driving deeper, and hitting every sensitive spot.

  I wanted to howl in ecstasy, but I had a cock in my mouth thrusting wildly and possessively.

  It was too much, and yet never enough. That was how I always felt with my mates, whether it was with one of them, or all of them.

  For long moments, we didn’t talk but fucked in pure bliss.

  We matched in every way. Only we could give each other maximum pleasure.

  I was born for them, and they’d waited for me for millennia.

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nbsp; Their cocks grew heavier and harder, and their thrusts became frantic—the sign that they were going to have their release soon.

  I slammed my ass back toward Reys, his balls smacking against me, pulling his steel rod deeper into me. At the same time, my teeth grazed over the silken skin on Pyrder’s rock-hard shaft, which pushed them both to the edge.

  They thrust into me wildly, one cock in my mouth and one deep in my pussy.

  “Your little pussy is so tight and hot,” Reys groaned. “It’s already milking me. Oh, fuck, yes, clutch me. Drive me mad! You squeeze my cock so hard, baby. My merciless little mate, my horny female! Look how I fuck you! Watch how I fuck your tight, little pussy. Baby, I’ll fuck you to eternity!”

  “Call me little,” I hissed amid my breathless moans. “Call me horny. And let’s see how merciless I can be!”

  The inner walls of my narrow passage clamped down on every inch of his cock, but his hardness pushed through, impaling me over and over.

  Rapid, hard, and deep.

  Waves of pleasure shocked me, shattered me, unmade me, and re-forged me again. When I reached the peak, Reys roared and emptied his hot seed in me with more powerful pumps.

  Pyrder groaned, and he, too, quickened his rhythm. With a shudder, he found his release in my mouth, his hand fisted in my lush, curly hair as he thrust down my throat.

  Spent and content, I sprawled on the twin fae princes, my head on Reys’s chest and my feet on Pyrder’s legs. We wanted another go, but then we would never stop if we started again.

  Lorcan was still waiting for me. No matter how patient and restrained he was, he wasn’t going to wait forever. And soon he would come to fetch me. I also needed to check on Alaric.

  They wanted me to treat them equally. Just as Alaric had once said, “We’re all your mates. You need to learn to balance us if you don’t want big fights to break out among us.”

  But I could stay a little longer with Reys and Pyrder, and they both grinned like rogues when I decided to do so. Then Reys told me stories about the four of them that were unknown to me as my fingers traced the inked panther on his twin’s chest, and Pyrder groaned at my touch, only occasionally adding some detail to Reys’s narration.

  I knew that my mates were ancient, powerful, and battle-hardened. They all bore scars from the long march of time. My decade of caged life was nothing compared to some of the hardships they’d endured, yet none of them could stand to watch me suffer.

  The gods brutalizing me had wounded them more than it did me. I had a lot of work to do to iron out the tense knots in them and get them to relax again. Otherwise, they might try to hide me in a tower and throw away the key.

  Through Reys, I was given a peek into the demigod’s past.

  Alaric had watched as his high priestess queen-mother was cut down in front of him when he had been a child. His mother had received a vision of the assassination and hidden him. She’d also bound him with her last power to prevent him from coming out to rescue her and getting himself killed.

  He’d watched the gang, sent by Zeus’s jealous wife, torture his mother before her death. For years, he’d had to hide from Hera and scavenge on the streets to survive before his demigod power came to its full strength. Since then, he had been relentless in finding a way to get his revenge on the Queen of Gods.

  He hadn’t been able to get to her. She was too powerful, and even a major god couldn’t kill their equal. Alaric, however, had managed to slay the pawns who murdered his mother.

  Though Zeus played a role in finding him and helping him come into his demigod power, Alaric hated him, for the King of Gods, Thunder, and Lightning hadn’t protected his mother.

  The gods had been the bane of his existence for most of his life. Alaric had calmed down after the gods first left Earth, but now they’d all returned.

  My heart went out to my demigod mate, and then it bled for the High Lord of Night.

  Lorcan didn’t have a severe childhood trauma, but he was the only natural-born vampire, the only of his kind. He’d also lost his parents to the war, after which he endured an eon of loneliness and desolation, which became so unbearable that he entered stasis and let Selena and her half-sister, Jade, run his Court of Blood and Void unchecked.

  Jade had attempted to murder me in ShadesStar, and she would have succeeded if Reysalor hadn’t reached me in time. It wasn’t Lorcan’s fault, though guilt burdened him anyway.

  He wasn’t alone anymore. I was with him now, as were his bonded brothers.

  Yet I had more to be thankful for than any of them.

  I was lacking in so many ways, due to a decade of life in captivity, but my mates made me feel complete, lacking for nothing. They taught me whatever they could, carried me through the world, and brought me happiness I couldn’t have dreamed of before. Even though I was so flawed, they considered me perfect, and wouldn’t want me to change a damn thing about myself.

  Reys and Pyrder ended the tales and decided to tell me their own personal stories another time. I didn’t push for more. When they were ready, they knew where to find me. I wasn’t going anywhere without them. However, through our mating bond, I could sense their bone-deep ache and sorrow. My fae mates had also lost someone dear to them.

  Lorcan cleared his throat, though he remained in another room. As supernaturals, we all had superior hearing. He must have heard our chatting and wondered why I hadn’t come to him. I concealed a grin. The High Lord of Night was losing patience.

  I wondered how he positioned himself while he was waiting for me. Did he sit on a sofa, pretending to be reading? Or did he lean against the rail at the balcony with a glass of wine in his hand in order to play cool? But in my mind, I was seeing him naked under the blanket, his erection taut as a bowstring. Was he stroking himself?

  My face flushed.

  “I’m going to check on Lorcan,” I said, rolling off the twin fae’s beautiful, muscled torsos. “He must be hungry if he keeps coughing.”

  An amused smile tugged at the corner of Reys’s lips.

  “After that, you can come back here,” Pyrder said. “This is the biggest room. If you want the vampire to come over too, it’s fine.”

  “I might,” I said. “I like us all sleeping in the same bed. But before I feed Lorcan, I think I should go see Alaric to make sure he’s okay.”

  “He isn’t in the cabin,” Pyrder said. “Let him brood for a few days and he’ll return to normal.”

  “I can’t bear to see him like that,” I said. “I can’t bear to see any of you suffer alone.”

  “I’ll accompany you and find him for you,” Pyrder said.

  “I know where he is,” I said. “I need to do this alone.” At the twins’ look, I said softly, “I’ll be safe. Our guards are everywhere, and they’re vigilant. I know that you’ve just gotten me back. But you still need to give me some space. Don’t treat me like a fragile glass.”

  “We’ll try,” Reys said. “But I’m walking you to where Alaric is.”

  I wanted to protest again, but one look at their stubborn, worried expressions, and I stopped. No matter what, they wouldn’t let me wander alone. Pain still throbbed deep in them at my being taken and tortured.

  “If you don’t like Reys for company, I volunteer,” Pyrder said.

  “Fine,” I sighed. “Either one is fine.”

  Pyrder helped me dress warmly while Reys pulled up his pants and waited for me at the door.

  The frigid ocean wind whipped my face as soon as Reys and I stepped outside. Reys pulled me closer to him to shield me with his towering frame. But the cold didn’t bother me. I found that my body temperature could adjust to fit the climate.

  The bonfire at the other end of my mating bond to Alaric flared. I’d learned to distinguish the four ends that each led to a different mate, and the four bonds also merged in the middle. That was their brotherhood bond.

  My thread to the demigod snapped tightly as I closed the distance. Alaric had sensed me nearing him. I smiled. He tau
ght me tracking, and now here I was, hunting one of the best trackers.

  Hadn’t he found me? Hadn’t all of them found me, helped by my seer and Goddess Demeter?

  The guards in the shadows didn’t disturb us but watched, even as I walked toward the cliff.

  Alaric was inside a cave nearly thirty feet down. As my magic flowed ahead to spy for me, it told me about the ward at the entrance of the cave. I had no fear of the demigod’s ward. He would never harm me. His power and spells would never hurt me.

  I turned to the Reys. Under the moonlight, he was as beautiful as any fairy dream. He pressed his palms to my face and kissed me, feather light. When he pulled away, I smiled at him.

  Reys opened his mouth to shout for Alaric to come to pick me up, but I didn’t want to be the girl that waited for her lover.

  I was way more aggressive. Plus, I had a flair for drama.

  So, I twirled and jumped off the cliff.

  “Cass!” Reys called in alarm. Just when he was about to leap after me, which wasn’t wise, I tossed my air current down and floated in mid air, right at the mouth of the cave.

  “You forgot that I can levitate, Reys,” I said with a laugh.

  “Next time, give me a warning, baby!” he hissed, both relieved and irritated, and then he shouted coarsely, “Alaric, get the fuck out of there!”

  “Cass!” Now Alaric called in alarm and poked his head out of the cave’s mouth.

  “Aren’t you going to invite me—” Before I could finish my demand, Alaric wrapped his thick arms around my waist and pulled me into his lair.

  “I got her!” He shouted toward the cliff.

  “After you’re done with brooding and talking, bring our mate to the main house!” Reys barked.

  I slanted a guilty glance at Alaric. I’d given them both a scare, especially Reys, so my level-headed fae mate was taking it out on the demigod. Usually it was Pyrder and Alaric who got into arguments. After what the gods had done to me, all my mates were now constantly on edge, full of fear for my life, fear that I may be taken from them again.