by Meg Xuemei X
But I couldn’t. Why should I when I needed to find an urgent release?
His one hand held my hip, pinning me, his finger withdrawing slowly.
“No,” I pouted.
“Bad girl,” he said. His thumb and finger pinched my swollen clit, sending all the sparks and sensation to my nerve endings.
I cried out, pushed his hand away, and moved my hips. A little more riding, that’s what I needed.
“You won’t come on my finger, Lamb,” he said. “You’ll come around my dick, and only when I say you’re allowed.”
He withdrew his finger completely, and I growled at him.
He chuckled and pulled my pants down to my knees, his heated eyes staring at my bare flesh, dark with lust. I cupped the large bulge at the front of his pants before I unbuttoned his fly.
“Your cock needs to be freed, old boy,” I purred.
“It needs to penetrate your sweet pussy and be soaked in your juice.”
I was a bit impatient, so one of the buttons went flying, but I got the job done. His erection, huge and hard as granite, sprang free.
He licked his lips, but this wasn’t the place for him to feast on my tender flesh.
“Fuck me, Héctor.” I narrowed my eyes in challenge. “Really hard. If you can.”
He smiled at me wickedly, promising to do all sorts of dirty deeds to me, and I melted again.
“I always fuck you hard, my Lamb. One day you won’t take it anymore.”
“Is that so?” I wiggled my ass against his erection.
He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it in front of me. Then before I could heave up my hips and get his swollen cock inside me, he flipped me and had me on fours. My hands planted on his jacket, my ass in the chilly air.
Then a steel rod thrust into me from behind me, penetrating me with a brutal force, until it embedded deep inside me. I cried out at the incredible pleasure and slight pain.
He thrust and thrust, making me even hornier.
“It feels so good to be filled by your cock, Héctor,” I breathed out between lustful moans.
He didn’t slow down. He didn’t give me any break. He pulled out a few inches and thrust back in rapidly. The sound of flesh slapping flesh got my blood boiling with raw need.
“Moan my name, Lamb,” he ordered, thrusting into me with domination and white-hot passion.
My mates were all demanding like that. So I was going to return the favor and make them work for it.
“Make me moan your name, then, mate,” I challenged, slamming my hips back toward his base, hitting his loaded balls.
“You call for it, little mate,” he hissed in pleasure and rose to my challenge.
He pounded between my thighs, his speed lightning fast, his strength amazing, and his fingers sank into my ass.
Every heavy, brutal stroke pushed me to the sweet edge.
Sweet agony.
I loved Héctor fucking me like this. He was no longer a demigod, but he fucked just as hard and good.
He spanked me and pushed into me harder, his cock growing even larger. I couldn’t bite back my groans and I moaned his name breathlessly.
“Have enough, Lamb?” he asked roughly and spanked me again, his cock thrusting hard into me, filling my every inch and stretching my muscles. “Is this a good fuck for you, woman?”
My molten core tightened around his large shaft and milked it mercilessly in retaliation and tease. He let out a low, beastly groan, which nearly undid me.
We matched well.
His powerful legs pressed against mine as his thick crown embedded so deep inside me. I wanted to swallow him whole. I wanted to be melded to him.
“I’ll fuck you raw and sore, until you can no longer move, until you’re so done and beg me to stop,” he growled, his movements became more dominating and possessive. “You’re mine, Lamb. Your pussy is mine, mine to play, to fondle, and to fuck. Everything about you is mine. Say you’re mine.”
“I might be yours, Héctor,” I moaned, still challenging him a little. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t born an easy target.
He pounded into me with such a force until I decided to surrender, since I wasn’t going to win this game.
“Fine, I’m yours,” I said when he wouldn’t even allow me to wiggle my ass to express my pleasure.
“Louder.”
“I’m yours, Héctor.” Saying it out loud also satisfied me somehow. It wasn’t all for his benefit, but I wouldn’t tell him that.
“That’s right, Lamb.” He confirmed. “That’s how things are. You’re mine. This pink pussy of yours is mine to possess and mine to claim. This pussy is made for my cock. I waited for it for eons, so I get to fuck you like this.”
He lifted my ass higher and drove into me brutally, enjoying the hell out of it. We locked so tightly our flesh became one. His lust became mine, and mine his.
My next moan of pleasure was cut short as Zak’s mouth found mine and his deep kiss seared me.
When he pulled his lips away, he promised, “If I hadn’t needed to stand watch and keep you safe, I’d have shoved my cock down your throat, Rosebud. But I need to take care of you first. After we get to safety, you’ll wrap your pink lips around my dick and suck hard. It’s been so painful for you.”
I gazed up at him with lust. I’d have his cock, too, soon.
Héctor delivered a sequence of rapid thrusts, and when he kept pumping into me, hard and powerful, I exploded around his cock. He panted hard as my inner walls clamped on his length and milked it with my Titan’s strength. He struggled to pound into me a few more times and emptied his seed.
“Love,” he said, his hand moving to stroke my tender clit again. “You sate me like no other. I can never get enough of you.”
“This has to do for now,” Zak said. “I need to get Rosebud warm.”
I raised my head. He stood topless in front of me, his hard muscles rippled across his broad chest. Zak had the most symmetrical features, and his masculine beauty always took my breath away.
I wanted him now.
I wondered what position he wanted to take when it was his turn to hump me.
“Hands up,” he ordered me.
Only then did I notice the dry long shirt in his hand. While Héctor and I got busy, Zak was drying the clothes for me.
I raised my arms with Héctor still hard inside me.
Zak pulled my damp jacket, then shirt, then bra off and shoved his dry shirt down on me. The warm and soft material wrapped around my skin nice and cozy, and my heart warmed even more.
The sky demigod picked up my clothes and went back to the campfire he’d successfully lit, adding more wood into the fire and starting to dry my shirt, jacket, and boots. If what he did for me wasn’t love, I didn’t know what was.
Héctor wanted to have me again, and I wasn’t against going another round, but my hellhound’s barks in the distance jerked me back to reality and the things we needed to take care of.
First, we needed to find Axel and Paxton.
Héctor pulled out of me reluctantly, bent forward, and kissed my neck with all the tenderness in the world. He’d been so fierce and passionate toward me that he was nearly brutal just a few seconds ago. Only my Héctor could blend these contradictory qualities so smoothly, and I loved everything about him—his strength, his flaws, and his mortal love for me.
He pulled my pants down since Zak’s shirt went right above my knees, tossed my wet pants at Zak for him to dry, and carried me in his arms to the fire.
“I want Rosebud to sit on me,” Zak said. “My trousers are drier.”
Héctor parked me on Zak’s lap and started to dry my pants and boots above the fire. And I wrapped my arms around Zak’s neck and nestled my head against his chest.
Angel sprang toward us from the downstream. He trotted over to me and rubbed his head against my shoulder.
Tower, he said in my head.
I blinked. While I couldn’t telepath with my mates, I could talk to my hellhoun
d and the monsters. That was some development.
Axel and Paxton? I asked.
Tower, he repeated, his rough tongue swept over the back of my hand.
I scratched the spot behind his ear to reward him. My hellhound liked to show affection. He turned his other head for me to scratch.
I turned to Zak and Héctor as I caved in to my hellhound’s demand to get my two hands to work, stroking behind his ears. “Angel found their tracks. Axel and Paxton might be heading toward a tower.”
“Why didn’t they wait for us?” Héctor asked in anger. “I specifically assigned Paxton to watch over my Lamb, and he couldn’t even do a simple job.”
“We don’t know what really happened,” Zak said. “There’s no reason or rhythm to this realm. They might have thought we’d gone to the tower. Now that we know where they headed, we’ll walk downstream. We can’t go wrong with that.”
“We need to find them as soon as possible,” I said, rising to my feet. “We’re leaving now.”
“We’ll leave after your clothes are dry,” Héctor said. “We can’t afford for you to get sick.”
I stopped, staring. I wasn’t the only one who needed dry clothes.
Héctor could get sick easier than us.
CHAPTER 7
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We trekked down the riverbank. One moment the cliffs towered behind us, the monsters howling at the top and the river rushing by. The next, they all vanished.
In front of us sprawled a vast, well-trimmed lawn with a large, glowing silver tree in the center. A fairy forest of red trees lined either side of the green. Their shining leaves fluttered in a breeze, lovely as a poem. At the far end of the panorama rose an ivory tower.
“What the fuck?” Héctor said, spoiling the poetic moment.
“The mise en scène suddenly shifted,” I murmured.
I would have detected an illusion immediately, thanks to Esme gifting me her power.
We were still in the Void. It had simply changed.
“That’s probably how Axel and Paxton got separated from us.”Zak narrowed his blue eyes and surveyed our surroundings. “My father traveled to this realm once every thousand years to check on his Titan prisoners.”
I nodded. “The magic here is potent.”
“But the Void sucks out all magics,” Zak said.
“Not here, obviously,” I said.
Héctor simply stared at the ivory tower, assessing the scene. He couldn’t sense magic anymore, and I’d felt the hollowness in him where his demigod power used to dominate through our mating bond. His mortality didn’t sever our bond, which was my only comfort.
“Let’s go to the tower and face whatever challenge it might bring,” he said.
With Héctor holding my left hand and Zak holding my right, we crossed the lawn toward the tower. We’d get Axel and Paxton back if they were trapped inside.
As we neared the structure, I noticed it was surrounded by a formidable gate. A carved figure with massive wings adorned the gate. The golden archangel wore a diamond crown, her eyes shining. Her left hand gripped a flaming sword, and her right arm cradled a winged baby girl.
The archangel looked like my mother. Did the ivory tower belong to Mom?
I was relieved to see there weren’t severed heads spiked on the gate, which wasn’t an uncommon sight in times of war. But there were six armored guards posed outside the entrance, and at our approach, they lifted their longswords.
Zak and Héctor eased out the swords strapped behind their backs. I’d lost my demon sword above the waterfall thanks to Ares, so I pulled the dagger from my boot.
“If we can talk our way into their fort, we won’t need to get bloody,” I said. “We don’t need to fight every war. Let me do the talking.”
“It’s best I do the talking,” Zak said.
I gave him a hard look.
He smiled dazzlingly to disarm me, his dimple showing. “No offense, Rosebud, but you were trained in the art of provoking. You often shoot first with no questions asked even later. And if the dialogue doesn’t go your way, you usually boot the offender’s chest, or his temple, depending on your mood.”
“That’s not me,” I hissed. “I know how to sweet talk.”
Héctor chuckled. “You’re good at dirty talk, my lamb with fangs.”
“I’m serious!” I said.
“I know. So I’ll do the talking, love,” Zak said, raising my hand to his lips and brushing a kiss over my palm.
I shivered at the sensation, and an aching need for him swirled in my lower belly. All my mates had learned to use sex appeal to get their way, and it seemed to work like a charm every fucking time.
“Fine,” I grated. “If your talks don’t get us anywhere, we’ll behead a guard to set an example.”
“That’s my girl,” Héctor said in approval. “Forever sexy and fierce.”
I grinned at him, even though I was kidding. I never attacked first if I didn’t sense a threat. Well, most of the time.
As one, we halted in front of the guards, regarding them and ready to swing our blades if talking didn’t get us in.
I glared up at their helmets. I wasn’t a fan of people hiding their faces.
“What is your helmet made of?” I asked the largest guard before Zak opened his mouth.
The sky demigod gave me a look.
I didn’t play by the rules, even with my mates. They should have known that by now rather than keep negotiating with me.
The giant guard blinked through the slit of his visor.
Strangely, none of the guards appeared aggressive toward us, other than raising their swords to a guard position. They hadn’t thrust their weapons at us or yelled rudely for us to halt and announce our names and titles—routine shit like that. This was a nice change since everywhere we went, except for the Half-Earth ruled by my demigods, beings usually rushed to lunge at me and battles often initiated without exchanging words.
“Do you understand English here? Or maybe some limited French?” I could throw a few French words at them, though I doubted “bonne nuit” would be very useful.
“Let me speak to them in the Olympian tongue—” Zak said to me.
But before he could try, the fancy golden gate opened from the middle, revealing a party of almost naked females who wore only arm guards, mini fur skirts, and short boots. The women strolled toward us. They didn’t seem armed, but they could hide their weapons anywhere.
I was an expert at that, so I eyed them suspiciously.
The lead chick was taller and more beautiful than the rest. Her breasts were so large they bounced as she swayed her hips.
“Stop right there,” I called. I didn’t want those nearly naked bimbos to get any closer to my mates. “Are you Amazon women?”
“Amazon women are warriors from Earth,” the giant guard answered in perfect English. “They aren’t.”
I blinked at him.
“We can speak any dialect in any universe,” the guard offered.
“They have the implant,” Zak said.
I made a mental note to acquire one after I collected Paxton and Axel and left behind this place swarmed with naked women.
I stole a look at Héctor, then at Zak, to check where their gazes landed. They glanced at the females with no interest whatsoever. I secretly found it satisfactory and flattering that my mates’ eyes were always icy cold, nearly brutal, when they weren’t gazing at me.
Their sweeping gazes snagged on the armored guards. They obviously didn’t consider the women a threat. They had no idea. But then, they had me.
I’d make sure the “sisters” weren’t up to something.
Even so, a small part of me still felt insecure.
“Do you think those chicks are beautiful?” I asked my mates in a whisper.
Paxton and Axel were devious, but Zak would always speak his mind. He was the most guileless among my mates. As for my Héctor, he wasn’t even interested in telling the males from the females. He sti
ll confused Nat with Yelena, to Nat’s great dismay. I bit my lip. I missed my friends.
“No one is as beautiful as you, Rosebud,” Zak said.
“Are you sure?” I asked, scrutinizing my mates critically.
“Very sure,” Zak said. “Other women’s looks and nakedness do nothing for me. You don’t need to feel jealous, my lovely, unique Rosebud. In Olympus, we regard nudity as part of nature. The goddesses walked around naked in the court all the time and I was never tempted.”
I knew so little about his past.
Héctor smirked. “I like my Lamb getting all jealous and showing tiny fangs.” He grabbed me to his side and gave me a kiss, though his attention stayed on the guards.
“Whatever,” I said. “I just don’t like places with so many nudists milling around and advertising.”
“I don’t blame you,” Zak said. “I don’t want to see any male swinging his dick around when you’re present.”
“Anyone who dares to have his dick out while my lamb is present will have to live without one,” Héctor growled.
“Good to know,” I murmured. “At least my men don’t hold double standards as most men on Earth do.”
The females still shook their boobs and swayed their hips as they approached us. Now that they were closer, I could see the bottom part of their sex since their short skirts rode up.
“Put some damn pants on, women,” I snarled at them. “Or at least wear fucking grandma panties.”
Even though Zak and Héctor had made it clear that they didn’t consider these females eye candy, I still didn’t want them swinging their tits in my mates’ faces.
The gorgeous leading female dropped to one knee in front of me, and all the other females followed suit.
“Crystal Pelton and all Her Majesty’s handmaids at your service, Your Highness,” she said with a sultry voice. “We’ll change our attire if it’s not your taste.”
“It’s not my taste, nor my mates’ taste either,” I said testily.
“Gotcha.” She smiled at me. “Welcome home, Princess Belle Marigold Celeste.”
They knew who I was. They’d been waiting for me.
So this realm was ruled by Mom.
At least, we wouldn’t have to fight our way in, but that didn’t mean danger didn’t lurk in the shadows. In my experience, danger might be even more likely, because men always put their guards down around naked, beautiful women, even my mates.
