by Meg Xuemei X
Reys’s lips claimed mine, raw and hard. His hand cupped my breast, his other hand wrapped around my waist to secure me. His erection pressed all the way to my belly.
My breath hitched in my throat, and heated blood raged in my veins.
I kissed him back with a bruising force before I pulled away, whimpering against his sensual lips. “Reys.”
“I know what you need, woman,” he said roughly. His desperate need for me boiled off of him in waves. His cock throbbed against me, its heat burning my skin. I heaved up my hips, placing the tip of his cock between my plump folds.
Lust twisted his face, unmasking his beastly fae side, which turned me on even more.
Reys propelled up and thrust into me.
I arched my back at the blunt force, at his need, savoring every inch of his that stretched my inner muscles. Reys let out a growl as he pushed deeper into me, until his large, hard shaft was fully embedded within my sheath.
I was a bit sore from my fierce coupling to all of them last night. I’d jumped on them—any and all of them—whenever I spotted them, whenever I had a chance, since I’d returned from the diminished Court of Ice and Wind.
If my mates had noticed the difference in me as I was desperately living my last moments, they hadn’t felt alarmed. My obsession only made them grin. and they doted on me even more.
“Our little mate is insatiable,” Lorcan said with a smile when I kept them up all night.
“It’s the mating fever.” Pyrder agreed with a chuckle. “She’s our true mate, and we mated only recently.”
They didn’t have the urgency I had.
Right now, as Reys’s hard girth stretched me, pleasure sparked, even though I also felt a slight burn. I didn’t know where one ended or the other began. They meshed as one, which only highlighted the pleasure and made me cherish my limited time with my mates more.
The weight and hardness of Reys’s shaft in me was so delicious I wanted to sob in joy.
But I didn’t sob. I heaved my hips up and down, riding his rigid length, and slamming back down to his base. The curve of my ass slapped against his tightened balls.
Reys gasped and groaned, yet demanded more.
Through our mating bond, I could feel his pleasure rippling into me, but I couldn’t open my bond to him completely.
For the first time, I held back a little, dirty secret.
I had to, or they would never let me go. And then they would all die because of me.
Reys thrust up into me, into the depth of my heat. The alpha in him would only let me hold the reins for a while.
His hands gripped the cheeks of my ass, lifting me up and pushing me down, faster and faster, while his pelvis propelled up with immortal strength.
He thrust into me, long and deep and hard.
My pussy clutched his every inch, pulling him into its sweet place and trapping him there forever, as I wanted to trap all my mates in eternity and never let them go.
It was but a sad, beautiful dream now.
“Sweet pussy,” Reys groaned. “I’m fucking my mate’s sweet little pussy.”
Pyrder pressed against my back, his hard cock rubbing my ass.
I knew what he wanted.
“May I have your permission?” he whispered into my ear.
I pushed Reys down as I still straddled him, my palms planting on either side of his shoulders.
Pyrder knelt behind me, his finger sliding into my back hole to test it. I let out a gasp at a different kind of sensation. Pyrder then inserted two fingers into me, thrusting in and out.
I moaned.
“I need to fuck you now, Cass,” Pyrder said as he aimed his cock at my back entrance, his voice full of heat and dark lust.
Then he glided in, one inch, then another inch.
I let out a sharp breath.
He withdrew slowly and pushed into me again, invading further.
I moaned as pleasure rolled in me, all the way to my nerve endings.
Beneath me, Reys increased his pace and thrust into me mercilessly, driven by the lust he could no longer rein in.
My breasts bounced heavily as my body rocked to the rhythm of his thrusting, and I moaned again and again.
Pyrder thrust harder behind me.
The three of us growled as we fucked like wild beasts.
The bed squirmed and cracked under us.
“We’re going to destroy another bed,” Pyrder groaned.
Alaric watched us from the bedside, his massive cock in his hand, his eyes burning with fiery lust.
My twin fae mates were pushing me to the edge.
“Fuck me,” I whispered breathlessly. “Fuck me forever.”
I was closer and closer to the peak.
Lorcan, who leaned beside us, stared at our movements and pumped his massive cock.
“Dulcis,” he said. “I need to drink from you.”
Let him join. The more the merrier.
While Reys pumped into me relentlessly and Pyrder drove into me from behind, I arched my neck, exposing the vein for the High Lord of Night.
Lorcan’s eyes turned all dark. His fangs protruded, grazing over my neck, sending shivers all over me.
Then the vampire pierced my skin.
The pain was sharp at first, but then intense pleasure washed over it the next nanosecond.
I gasped and moaned, and before I knew, I exploded over Reys’s cock.
My inner walls milked his every hard inch, gripping him with hungry passion.
“Fuck, oh, fuck!” Reys let out a string of ancient fae curses. “Your hot little pussy is unmaking me, baby. You’re killing me, baby.”
Lorcan drew a mouthful from my neck before he sealed the tiny wound in my skin. “I need to fuck you, dulcis, soon,” he promised.
My fangs also came out. I leaned toward Reys and pierced his skin at the base of his neck.
Roaring, Reys pumped his bountiful hot seed into my depths. Yet, the fae heir wasn’t done. He kept thrusting in me, as if he would never let me go, either.
When Pyrder found his release, I trained my fangs on him, letting his rich, sweet, and spicy blood coat my tongue.
What happened after that became a blur of chaos, as I took my mates’ blood and let them drink from me to solidify our mating bond.
Their scent was in my veins along with their blood, as mine coursed in theirs.
Our bond was so strong that, for a moment, I believed that not even death could break it.
Death—
I wouldn’t dwell on it.
After the sex feast and then breakfast, we would go find Hephaestus, and we’d threaten, force, or trick him into making the indestructible weapon, with the runes of our mixed blood inscribed on the blade.
“Now it’s my turn,” Lorcan said, scooping me up from the bed toward the bath chamber. “And it’s bath time.”
He put me in the warm water, washing me with a sponge. After he cleaned any trace of blood and sweat from both of us, he picked me up and placed me on the marble counter.
The High Lord of Night slid between my thighs, his gray eyes shining silver, a lock of dark hair brushing his noble, square jaw.
His face was no longer the cold, hard marble that I’d first laid my eyes on. His features were all bright and warm like sunlight. The gift of sun and fire I’d given him emitted out of his every pore, making him the sexiest vampire. And he was my vampire.
He traced along my eyes, lips, my breasts, before dipping his gaze to the valley between my thighs. I was doing the same, my eyes roaming on his cut chest, powerful legs, then his beautiful, proud, hard cock.
“Dulcis,” he whispered.
Dulcis meant beloved. I loved how it rolled off his tongue.
The dominating vampire landed his lips hard on my mouth. His fresh, minty breath and scent of pine and fine wine enveloped me. I inhaled, drinking him in. I could never get enough of him. As I nipped his bottom lip with my teeth, his last control slipped.
He snapped.
> “I can’t be gentle,” he grunted. “I can’t wait any longer. You’re driving me out of my mind.”
He lifted my ankles, placing them on his shoulders, and drove into me with one thrust.
I cried out at the blunt force and blasting pleasure.
“Is this too much for you, little mate?” He growled his challenge, his eyes the darkest stars.
“Never too much, vampire,” I hissed.
A sound rumbled in his chest at my challenge.
He pulled out an inch or two before ramming back into me. My back was slammed to the wall behind me. He looked concerned for a second, but my wild scent of arousal muddied his mind, spurring him on.
With each thrust of his hips, his cock penetrated my heated pussy vehemently, soaking me with pleasure.
“Keep fucking me, vampire,” I moaned. “This is so good!”
“I’m fucking you. I’ll never stop fucking you!”
My hands inserted into his thick mane, my fingers twirling to grab a few strands to anchor myself as he drove into me brutally.
I threw my head back, slutty moans escaping the back of my throat.
My pussy became his instrument, and the High Lord of Night played it expertly. But I would let him use me however he wanted, fuck me as he desired.
I would let him, let all of my mates, do anything to me.
Lorcan growled. He released my ankles from his shoulders and had my legs wrap around his waist. He leaned in to kiss me, bruising my lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth to claim me in every way, as he pounded into me so harshly and lovingly that I cried my pleasure against his lips.
“Yes, vampire! Keep at it, and you’ll have your reward!”
“Delighted,” he chuckled.
His hands held my ass, strong and firm as he delivered his onslaught of wild plunges. Every inch of his massive hard cock pulsed against my tight inner walls.
He was close to coming, as was I.
Our hips collided again and again, his pelvis rubbing my pussy. His fangs bit my bottom lip, wrenching a scream of pleasure out of me.
I never wanted this to end, but I knew it would end, and sooner than I wanted.
His next sequence of relentless thrusts broke the heavy dam in me, and I could do nothing to resist him but claim my orgasm. I dropped my head and leaned against his shoulder, completely spent, my lips licking the sweat from his skin in appreciation.
Lorcan moved within me, thrusting powerfully, then roared his own release.
“My mate forever, dulcis,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re my whole world.”
My heart rejoiced and bled at his declaration. Forever was no longer a possibility for us, but I’d give them forever in every moment we had left.
Alaric stalked into the chamber, stark naked. His eyes darkened at the sight of Lorcan and I still entangled with each other. The demigod’s erection jerked upward aggressively. It’d been engorged for a long while, and there was a pained expression on his menacingly handsome face.
“May I take our mate?” Alaric asked hoarsely.
Lorcan slowly pulled off me, kissed me, and handed me over to Alaric.
Wrapping me in a robe, Alaric brought me to his bed in his room.
I writhed on the silky sheet, beckoning him to me, but Alaric only regarded me darkly. Though lust burned in his eyes, the demigod seemed able to rein it in.
I opened my legs wider, showing him my pink pussy. Let’s see how long he could last.
“I’m going to make love to you,” he said, sweetness and menace rippling from him at once, vibrating in the space. “I’ve never made love to anyone before, but I’m going to make love to you.”
The sensual words caressed me, and I shivered.
Alaric hovered above me, his elbows on either side of me to support his weight. He tilted his hips, the head of his cock nudging at my eager entrance. Then he glided in slowly, one inch, then another inch, until his hard length fully embedded inside me.
Then he started to move smoothly and slowly within me, piercing me to my molten core with such care and tenderness.
His strokes lengthened and slowed for both of us to savor.
Every purposeful thrust set my nerves alight with fire, passion, and pleasure until the flame burned in my every nerve, until I could no longer contain it. So I shoved my hips up to meet his slow plunges, until I turned the demigod wild again.
His pounding between my thighs now carried fire and wind, and his vehement, powerful thrusts sent me over the brink.
I felt so light, yet so heavy at the same time.
In and out and in. Flesh against flesh, hard and harsh and claiming. The speed blinding. The rhythm maddening.
Rapture hammered my body like rapid rain, shattering me.
I’d soon be shattered again in another time when there was no pleasure but death. No one could pick me up then. All of my pieces would turn to wind and nothingness.
I wouldn’t even have ash left. But my mates would live. All my friends would live. The Earth mortals and immortals would find freedom again.
Bitterness left me, even though I had to pay the final price, and eternal gratitude rose in me.
My role wasn’t tragic.
I was out of the cage. I had tasted the freedom that I’d dreamed of for a decade. I had the time of the century with my mates. One great love was impossible to find for most people, and I had four greatest loves.
My lips found Alaric’s again as I indulged myself in the haze of heat and sea of lust and allowed myself to be touched by the burning love.
When I pulled away from the demigod after bruising his bottom lip, he flashed his wicked grin.
“Now,” I said loudly enough so all of my mates could hear, even though it was unnecessary since all supernaturals had superior hearings, especially my mates, who were the most powerful immortals. “Shall we go and get the smith god, tigers?”
“None of your mates are tigers, Cass baby,” Pyrder murmured from the common room.
20
Pyrder and Reys teleported all of us—the rest of the mates, me, and our selected elite warriors—to the coordinates I gave them. Amber had insisted that she’d be needed, so she came along, too.
A pungent smell of ash and sulfur hit my nostrils before we landed atop a rocky mountain.
My eyes widened as I spotted wisps of steam curling above the peak of a volcano cone.
“Fuckass!” I called. “It’s a volcano.”
My mates were calmer, though confusion bled from their alert eyes as they surveyed the surroundings.
Their warriors followed suit, weapons drawn.
A current of lava chose that moment to spew out of the cone before settling back along the craters, burbling. The ground beneath us murmured and groaned, as if in a light labor pain.
My mates dragged me back, putting distance between me and the sporadic flowing of lava.
Alaric frowned at the cone, his scarf shuffling in the wind. No matter where he was, the demigod dressed in style.
My fae twin mates were clad in leather jackets, sexy as fuck. Reysalor wore black like he owned the color. He was a black panther. Pyrder went for brown since his animal fur was golden.
My vampire mate had a long trench coat draped over his dress shirt.
Any second of the day they stole my breath away.
Even in this dangerous, volcanic site where lava blew up.
“You sure Hephaestus came here, sweetheart?” Alaric said in a low voice, as if he wanted to soften the blow to my unintentional mistake. “I don’t sense him. Perhaps we should move to another location.”
I couldn’t be wrong. I was Earth’s heir. I could sense all living things on the surface just fine. As of now, I felt a strong pulse from the God of Blacksmiths.
I narrowed my eyes at Alaric. “Doubting me? I’ll just go dig him out myself, even if he’s buried under the lava and ash!”
Alaric grinned at me. “What a firecracker, sweetheart, I was just saying—”
The side wall of the volcano cone opened a crack, and I yelped.
My mates and their warriors instantly formed a protective ring around Amber and me. I actually hated them doing that since they blocked my view, and I had to squat to peek out between their legs to see outside.
They constantly forgot that I was no defenseless damsel but the most powerful being among them all.
I shoved myself in between Pyrder and Celeb.
Celeb arched an eyebrow at me before turning to stare hard at the volcano cone, ready for any threat.
“Cass baby, it’s not safe—” Pyrder started.
“You’d better really treat me as an equal,” I said. “Or all of you can find your beds tonight somewhere else.”
An alarmed look rippled across my mates’ faces, and not just because the crack on the side wall of the volcano widened with a grinding like an avalanche.
Yet no lava flowed out.
Instead, a giant old man with a scraggly beard and big nose that covered half of his face stumbled out. His bull-shaped, miserable eyes stared straight at me.
Well, Hephaestus was indeed ugly, even though he was a god, and he looked like an alcoholic with rough, reddened cheeks.
His hands were the largest I’d ever seen and out of proportion. But then it made sense since he was the most sought-out blacksmith in all the worlds. He needed big fists to hammer on steel.
Everyone’s eyes went round at the sight of a hideous god, except for Alaric.
Hephaestus approached us, sparks of fire falling from his mechanic uniform.
The warriors tensed, raising their weapons.
“He’s okay,” Alaric said, striding toward the God of Blacksmiths and Fire. “He doesn’t like to fight.”
From what my mates had told me, Hephaestus’s most obnoxious deed was trapping Ares and Aphrodite in an unbreakable chain-link net while they were fucking and dragging them to parade in front of the other gods in his jealous rage.
The asshole God of War had well deserved the humiliation. If I were Hephaestus, I’d have poked a few holes in Ares while he’d been in the net, or designed something to make him ugly, too, or at least less attractive.
Hephaestus nodded at Alaric and stopped before me, towering over me.
I looked up at him brazenly, my hands bracing firmly on my hips.
