by Meg Xuemei X
Alaric tightened a strong arm around my waist.
“Now, love,” he whispered in my ear.
I unleashed my light and darkness and tore the floodgate to the phantom zone open. The cocoons no longer floated in the endless dark sea of space, the gods no longer caged by my dark mass.
Just as I’d promised Hades, his kind would have a fighting chance, soon.
The brutal gods would soon engage in an eternal battle with the vicious dragon race.
“It’s done,” I said with a grin, feeling the burden lift from my shoulders. Keeping the gods under control wasn’t exactly an easy task, man. It stressed me out more than I let on.
Lorcan pulled me into his arms, demanding a kiss, but I phased out, leaving him with empty air. My mates’ panicked shouting lingered in my ears.
When the glimmering mist faded, I found myself crouching on the bank of the lake of lava in the Underworld. Heavy dizziness washed over me.
What the fuck?
Some unscheduled teleportation and the sight of boiling lava shouldn’t make me experience vertigo.
“Happened again?” a rich, deep voice inquired beside me.
I raised my head and gave Pluto, the Lord of the Underworld, a rueful look.
I forgot to mention the side effect of having walked between life and death. Sometimes I just shimmered out from Earth and popped up in Hell, though I always returned to my mates. And every time, they panicked like four ants on the belly of a hot pan.
“Well, that’s the price to pay for resurrection, right?” I surmised.
Pluto shook his head. “I have a theory.”
I spread my arms. “Be my guest, but I need to return to my mates soon. You know how they get.”
Pluto smiled in amusement. “Do you know you’re expecting, Cass?”
“Expecting? Expecting what?”
He sighed as if I were the most obtuse person in Hell.
“I sense live forms pulsing inside you—quadruplets, to be precise.”
“What the actual fu—?”
Shock hammered into my chest like high-voltage lightning.
Then, suddenly, I felt them, too, now that Pluto had mentioned it.
“How am I going to handle this? Fuc—”
I immediately clamped my mouth shut. Maybe I should quit cursing from now on. I didn’t want my kids running around as foul-mouthed as me.
“But why do I keep coming back to the Underworld?” I demanded.
“Both Earth and the Underworld are yours, Cass. Plus, I think your babies are curious about Hell.”
“Of all the places, they have to be curious about Hell?”
Pluto’s smile broadened. “When are you going to tell your mates?”
I opened my mouth, and before I could answer him, I shimmered out of Hell and reappeared in the vast bedroom I shared with my mates. Once again, our unbreakable, radiating mating bond yanked me back to them.
My mates instantly charged in, all yelling at once, on high alert.
“Need to fix this! Can’t let mate disappear again.”
“I’m fine, guys,” I said, still shell-shocked from the news of “expecting.”
I sank onto the edge of the bed, since I thought I really needed to sit down.
“Dulcis, you look pale,” Lorcan said, squatting in front of me, his thumb tracing my cheekbone in concern.
Alaric had started inspecting me to make sure I didn’t have any cuts or bruises.
I waved at hand at them. “You guys might want to sit down as well.”
“What’s the matter, Cass baby?” Reys asked, and Pyrder held me as well.
“I’m expecting!” I blurted out.
“Expecting?” My mates blinked in confusion.
I opened my mating bond to them and placed their hands—one, two, three, and four—over my belly. And then as one they felt the four pulsing lives in my womb.
Their sensual lips parted, and more confusion coated their eyes of different shades and colors.
My heart lurched. What if they didn’t want the children—
I started shaking. I was going to faint, I believed.
My mates just froze there, like time had stopped. Then they started trembling, too, and tears began to flow from their gorgeous eyes that brimmed with great joy.
I let out a pent-up breath as relief washed over me.
“Yeah, you all are going to be dads,” I grunted.
They laughed with such happiness that my heart ached and rejoiced at once. I’d never seen them like this. Never seen them swept away by such wonderful contentment and bliss. For the first time, they were going to be fathers. They’d waited for this, waited for me—their mate—for an eon.
Then four pairs of lips attacked me, landing on me everywhere, kissing and tracing up and down, while Lorcan, the calmer one, warned the others to be extremely careful and gentle with me, as if he was afraid that even a kiss might hurt me.
All the kisses were pleasurable, so I enjoyed them for a few more seconds before I shouted, “Wait a second. Wait a fucking second!”
My mates only backed away from me about an inch.
“Cass baby, that is the greatest news ever!” Pyrder exclaimed.
“I didn’t plan for this,” I cried out. “I’m only twenty-six in human time. I’m too fucking young to have babies and raise kids. I should have waited until my late forties, after I’d had all the fun in the world!”
“You can still have fun, love, every day,” Reys coaxed. He excelled at coaxing.
“We’ll make sure you’re cherished every second, sweetheart,” Alaric said.
“Your happiness means everything to us, dulcis,” said Lorcan, trying to assure me.
“Nothing we can’t handle.” Pyrder smiled broadly.
I eyed them with suspicion. “Who’s going to change diapers?”
“Alaric,” the twin fae said at the same time.
The demigod only grinned, as if he’d just received a promotion and got the best job.
“We’ll all help, beloved,” Lorcan said. “There’ll be four babies, one for each one of us.”
My mates moved in again, crowding me and competing to press their hands against my belly.
“I think the babies just kicked me,” Pyrder said in awe. “They’ve got some strength.”
I rolled my eyes. “They’re less than two weeks old. They don’t have legs yet.”
“They will soon,” Alaric said in confidence.
Fucking goddess, that was how men behaved when they realized they were going to be fathers?
I suddenly wanted to sob, so I wiped away a small tear that just came out. “I’ll be hormonal. I’ll cry for no reason. I’ll have a short temper!”
“We’ll take it,” Alaric assured me, and my other mates nodded in vehement agreement.
“Will I still get to dance in the popular clubs?” I asked.
“We’ll throw everyone out, so the whole dancing floor will be yours,” Reys said.
I looked at him in horror.
That was exactly what I was afraid of. What fun would it be to dance alone in an empty club? The whole idea of going to the club was to get drunk and stir shit.
“No alcohol for dulcis from now on,” Lorcan said authoritatively. “We’ll monitor mate’s diet meticulous and scientifically. And we must cut back her consumption of cakes.” He gazed at my crazed look and hesitated. “Well—” He leaned in to kiss me.
I wiggled free.
“Wait a fucking second—” I started. I wasn’t going to roll over and show my soft belly just because I was going to be a goddess mom.
Without warning, I found myself stripped bare, surrounded by four incredibly sexy hunks. When a hot mouth pulled my taut nipple inside it and suckled, pleasure lit my every fiber. All coherent thoughts left my mind.
When I finally collected myself and had a moment of clarity, I ground out a whimper. “I’ll be big!” As if that was all my mates’ fault.
“You were enormous in your d
ragon form, with huge fangs,” Alaric said, lifting his head from between my thighs, and added gently over my glare, “Yet you’re still the most beautiful and fiercest thing in the universe.”
“You’re the only woman for us in the past, present, and future, dulcis,” Lorcan said.
“No matter what form and shape you take, Cass baby, and no matter your size,” Pyrder said, “nothing will ever change how we feel about you. And we’re crazy about you.”
I should bargain for more, but I lost all the chips when the demigod’s wicked tongue thrust into my moist heat.
“Fine.” I managed to find a word and braced a hand on my hip. “Let’s have kids then. What could fucking go wrong?”
And my beloved Reys’s hot mouth seared my lips.
- The End -
Author’s Notes
Dear reader,
Thank you for staying with Cass and her mates till the end. Next, would you venture into the Underworld for a lost princess, the heir to the greatest kingdom on Earth? Calamity is Ares and Freyja’s missing daughter. If you’ve read The Dragonian’s Witch, one of my favorite series, you’ll know what I’m talking about. A lot of you are so awesome and write to me, wanting more in the First Witch universe. So let’s go to Hell and poke around.
For those who haven’t had a chance to read the steamy, funny series, don’t you worry! You don’t need to read the witch Freyja’s story to enjoy The Fall of the Underworld.
Calamity won’t be as “obnoxious” as our Cass, but she’s no less cunning and brave. Smuggled into the Underworld and raised as a slave, she thought she had no future until three formidable, smoking-hot warriors—a vampire king, a fae prince, and a fallen angel from other galaxy—come to her wrecked world and claim she’s their destined mate. Calamity’s War book 1 is coming in May 2019.
In the meanwhile, I’d love for you to join my group, Meg’s Legion of Hellions, to hear about my new releases, giveaways, and other fun stuff. Or sign up to my mailing list because I’ll have a free bonus book (Cass’s Quadruplets and Her New Enemy) for my wonderful readers soon.
Meg
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The Dragon Queen and Her Mates Complete Series
One cursed queen. Three dragons. A reverse harem with a dark fairy tale twist and an epic flair!
My name is Daisy. I've been cursed to serve a bad-tempered elemental in my beastly form for centuries.
There's only one way to lift the curse: a kiss from three true loves. To garner even one is nearly impossible. How am I going to get three?
Then three gorgeous-as-sin, yet clueless dragon princes stumble into my lair. Only they do not come to kiss me. They come to slay me without knowing who I really am. Unless they cut the three heads of the Furies—my heads—or make the Fury Queen fall in love with them, they'll never shift back to dragons.
Not surprisingly, the princes all choose what they think is the easiest—to behead the beasts.
SNEAK PEEK OF DRAGON QUEEN AND HER MATES SERIES
“You claimed me in your court,” he said, heat and tenderness in his blue eyes that were full of the mystery of the stars. I was falling into them.
I’d fallen into them a long time ago.
My heart fluttered, and I was afraid the tiny wings inside would carry it out of my body.
I raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain a cool manner. “You didn’t object,” I said. “You want to object now?”
A slow, sexy smile spread across his masculine beautiful face.
“You’d better make it in truth then,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
Fire sparked in my belly, spreading lower until it licked between my thighs.
Being with Elvey had a cost. He was a complicated man loaded with complications. But he saw me when no one else did. He’d seen me when I’d been the Fury beasts, when I was a dragon, and when I was Fae.
He’d been looking for me before I was even born.
I’d wanted him from the moment I’d set my sight on him. Now I would have him, but at a steely price—my other three mates.
No, it wasn’t because of Elvey that they’d chosen to leave me.
I shook my head. My heart was still broken, but—
Before I blinked, Elvey was on me in a flash. He pulled me up, crushing me against his hard chest, and his lips slanted onto mine.
He was gentle, and then he wasn’t. He’d been hungry for me for a millennium but had been denied every chance to be with me. And now his passion unleashed with a vengeance.
Its force was staggering. The demigod’s immense power infused into me. Powerful hybrid dragon and Fae or not, I wouldn’t have been able to take it if I weren’t his mate.
Already, my lips felt swollen, but I wouldn’t let him go.
My lips parted for him, and his tongue thrust in with pure male dominance and demand. Oh, Elvey knew how to demand and dominate.
But he didn’t just take as he ravished me; he let me taste a dream, burning stars and beyond. His scent of forest sunlight and faint pine covered me, trapping me in his blend of splendid illusion and harsh reality forever.
A mere kiss from him could undo me.
As I moaned, craving more, wanting more of him, all of him, he broke the kiss.
We panted hard with burning lust.
I stared at him, his eyes bright.
“Undress for me, woman,” he ordered.
He wanted to play slow and sensual when he’d kissed me like that?
I smirked, but I found that I wanted to undress for him. If he wanted slow burn, I would give him that, and we’d see who would burn up first.
I took time to remove my cape, tossing it to the floor. Then I bent forward to remove my boots, very slowly, wiggling my ass at Elvey. At some point, I believed that I swayed my hips like a horny maiden.
Cold air touched my bare skin before I reached for my other boot.
Every piece of my armor was gone—he’d used magic to strip me off in a blink of an eye— while I was still bent, my rear toward him.
I straightened and wheeled toward him, my face flaming.
Dark lust and amusement sparkled in his eyes. He trailed his intense gaze all over me, caressing every inch of my body without touching.
“It’s unfair,” I said. “You asked me to take off my clothes, and you just stripped me without warning. And you’re still fully dressed.”
“What about I let you strip me?” he said with a corporeal smile. “Will you still complain?”
I pouted. “I don’t know how to use magic to undress.”
“I’ll teach you. For now, you can probably help me with your hands. I like your hands.”
I stalked toward him, until we were mere inches apart. I pressed a hand on his chest through the fabric, his powerful heart beating rhythmically under my palm.
And my heart beat equally loud.
I started unbuttoning his shirt as I controlled my urge to rip it apart, so we could be skin to skin. I pulled it off his broad shoulders and pressed my palms against his hot, bare torso.
He sucked in a sharp breath, and I could feel his pleasure.
My fingers traced his muscled chest down to the hard plane of his stomach, and all the way down to his waist.
He watched my every move, the heat in his eyes fueling my fire and my desire.
Swiftly, I unbuckled his belt and yanked open his fly.
I stretched myself against him, my mouth finding his as my hand slipped into his trousers and half wrapped around his hard cock.
Gods, it was so big that I might need two hands.
I had always thought Elvey was the patient one, for he’d waited for me for a millennium and endured things no one else could. But at this moment, he wasn’t patient. He didn’t wait for me to completely undress him.
A breeze passed by us, and then his clothes were all gone.
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sp; Our bare skin pressed against each other, mine soft and supple, his hard and muscled.
I moved my naked body against him, and my nipples hardened at the contact, shivering in want.
Elvey pulled away from my lips, lowering his mouth to my breast and capturing my nipple between his teeth. He started to suckle me greedily. A low moan escaped my throat, and I threw my head back as pleasure rippled through me. He sucked my tit so hard—almost brutally—I had to lace my hand in his hair to ground myself.
“My rosebuds. Mine,” he murmured as he suckled my other tit before tracing his lips down my body until they found my heated core.
He kissed it deeply, his tongue lapping and flicking my clit.
A hiss escaped me at the sensation. I jerked and moaned, my knees buckling as my fingers twisted his hair.
I begged for mercy. “Elvey!”
Here I was, bared before him, with not just my body, but my soul and my heart.
Take me, I said. I wasn’t patient anymore. I didn’t want slow burn or low burn. I wanted him to get his big cock inside me, penetrating me and filling me.
I wanted him to fuck me senseless.
But he pulled away again.
What was he waiting for? After all these centuries, he should no longer want to wait.
He gazed up at me, and I saw tears in his eyes.
“I never imagined I would have you and could be with you,” he said. “But you came for me and gave me back my freedom, my beloved.”
Emotion choked in my throat, and I couldn’t even utter a word. If only I could have come to him earlier.
Elvey’s mouth enveloped my pussy again, lapping at me like a starving man.
I shivered in pleasure and with burning need for him.
Elvey rose, swept me into his arms as if I were feather light, and carried me to the bed.
He laid me on the center of the sheet, and I watched him, waiting for his next move.
His gaze was full of desire and dark promise as it roved from my face all the way down, lingering on my breasts and my pussy the longest, then to my toes, inch by inch, before tracing back and staying at my pussy. I could feel it was slick and swollen with urgent want.
