Half-Blood Academy 4: Magic Unchained: an academy reverse harem paranormal romance

by Meg Xuemei X

  So now I fucked the death demigod with razor-sharp passion and focus.

  I became the wildest hellfire.

  I’d been separated from my mates for too long. I’d been starved, tormented, and caged for months.

  I’d snapped, and I’d survived.

  I could no longer go back to being that Marigold they’d cherished.

  If they rejected this part of me—

  I choked back a sob when my demigod mates didn’t miss a beat. They became dark storms themselves and unleashed their brutal, vicious passion into me.

  Héctor thrust into me with abandon, fucking me raw and hard, fucking me as if it was the end of the world.

  He shoved Zak away from kissing me, dominating me and my other mates.

  He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulled my head back, and stared into my eyes. His were hard sapphire—cold and hot and full of carnal desire and power at the same time. He’d been a monster for an eon, roaming alone on Earth before he’d allied with his cousin demigods.

  He understood the dark storm and unholy fire in me.

  “You’re forever my beautiful little monster, lamb,” he said as he drove deep into me, claiming me with his furious love.

  I was still a lamb to his wolf.

  Zak and Axel pulled away from me, watching Héctor fuck me. They’d fucked me together, but they’d never seen how Héctor fucked me before.

  Violent lust rolled off them in spades as they watched, but they reined in their urges for now. The air crackled with their energy.

  Soon, they’d claim me with their storm, lightning, ice, and whirlwind.

  They’d reclaim my every inch. In return, I’d brand them as mine again.

  When I had no humanity left, theirs became mine. When I gave them darkness, they offered me their light from another galaxy. And when I rode into violence and lost control, they traded it with passion.

  I turned my head, watching Paxton watch us some distance away, a bulge evident between his powerful legs, covered by his impeccable armor. He hissed, animalistic lust darkening his eyes. His fists balled on his sides as if he had to use all his strength to restrain himself from charging the death demigod, replacing him, and penetrating me with his mighty cock.

  His rage and desire only made my skin hotter with raw need.

  Héctor’s power poured into me, his every stroke hitting the depth of my core.

  “Feed now, lamb,” he ordered.

  I took what he gave me, letting him nourish me, letting him take care of me.

  I laughed in joy and raised my head to watch how my pussy gloved his shaft perfectly.

  “Like to see how I fuck you, my little monster?” Héctor asked with a rough smile.

  “Always,” I hissed in pleasure. “I’ll fuck you back next, the way I want. Prepare to scream and beg.”

  “I’ll beg for you to fuck me. No shame in that,” Héctor chuckled, pounding his raw strength into me.

  His cock became even harder and larger, stretching me deliciously to my limit. And I knew he was going to come soon.

  I wanted to move, but Héctor pinned me immobile, pinned me where he wanted me, to fuck me however he wanted.

  He didn’t take my words as an empty threat.

  He thrust into my heat relentlessly, pushing me to the edge, and tossing me carelessly to the highest wave. His heat and need radiated to me, fueling mine.

  His speed was blinding, his strength admirable.

  He fucked me with such predatory intensity that for a second there I wondered if I was his mate or his prey.

  “Come for me, lamb. Now,” he commanded, driving into my core.

  I had to obey him. I was at his mercy utterly and completely.

  I roared as I exploded around his cock, my inner walls milking him with my brutality, and he let out a string of ancient curses and rough, sexy groans.

  I lifted my torso to grab the thick mane of his hair, watching pleasure distort his gorgeous, hard face. His roars of pure male satisfaction nourished my soul.

  He heaved me up, letting me sit on him, pressing me tightly against his chest, as I rode out the waves of my orgasm. My head lolled on his broad shoulder afterward.

  Lightning traced up my spine from Zak’s lips. He was kissing my back.

  “It’s my turn to fuck my Cookie,” Axel demanded. “If I hadn’t found her in that backwater woods, none of you would’ve had a chance to claim her as a mate!”

  He still held on to his old claim that he had a priority right to me since he’d seen me first.

  I twisted my torso and smiled up at him. The Demigod of War sucked in a breath.

  “I love you,” he said. The confession just flowed out of him.

  “Your secret is safe, Axel,” I said.

  I found his hand and pressed it against my heart—my way to tell him that my heart also belonged to him. But he mistook that I wanted him sexually, so he immediately and eagerly spread his fingers on my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple.

  Pleasure and desire rocked me hard. I was drunk on my mates’ passion.

  I wanted to ride Axel so badly that my vision swam, but—

  “I’ll need to mate with Paxton next,” I blurted out.

  A profound hurt flashed by Axel’s amber eyes and deep shade blanketed his lust. My heart clenched painfully. He had never complained, but he’d always assumed that he wanted me more than I wanted him. He thought I preferred my other mates over him, especially Héctor, so he kept fighting to get close to me, to make me see him.

  He’d suffered great losses—his father had betrayed him and he thought he’d also lost me. His angst pulsed beneath his desire for me and his joy at seeing me.

  And now my rejection cut him bone-deep.

  Paxton snapped his attention to me from the door and the hellhound, and he grinned, utterly unaware of how I had hurt his demigod cousin’s feelings. My demigods were always like that. They could be self-absorbed, even though they were devoted to me. It wasn’t in their natures to consider each other’s feelings. I couldn’t blame them either since they’d been fighting for dominance and territories for centuries before I’d come into their lives.

  The sea demigod inhaled, gratitude and lust and love shining in his eyes. He stalked toward me, shrugging off the armor from his massive, muscled body on the way. Like all his cousins, he was a perfect specimen.

  Liquid fire swirled between my thighs, and an urge to possess him and make him mine overwhelmed me.

  “Axel, it’s your turn to stand guard!” Paxton barked, his voice brimming with smugness and pure lust, uncaring that Axel’s look had turned icy and murderous. “Finally, Buttercup wants to fuck me. Respect that!”

  All the demigods were subtle like that.

  I didn’t blame the Demigod of Sea for being loud. He’d been denied by me again and again, and none of his cousins had ever extended a hand to help him.

  He’d been standing on the sidelines, watching me entangle with the other demigods between the sheets, moaning with pleasure. I’d treated him as an enemy while he’d wanted me more than anything.

  He couldn’t help but declare his triumph after being tormented for so long.

  “It’s fair that Paxton goes next,” Zak murmured, estimating the situation and giving a conclusion, as he always did.

  “As you wish, Cookie,” Axel said, hiding his hurt and accepting what I wanted.

  I rose from Héctor’s lap and grabbed Axel’s hand before he walked away from me. Then I cupped his handsome face and kissed him hot and hard before pulling away.

  “You have no idea how much I want you,” I said. “I developed a huge crush on you the first time I laid my eyes on you when you challenged me in Crack.”

  He stepped out of the shadows and said, “Fun’s over, little minx.” Even his voice had made me purr.

  My hands dropped to his bare, bronze chest.

  “I thought you rode on a chariot of fire from the heavens,” I said. “And you have no idea how hard it was to resi
st you until I surrendered to you.”

  The hurt in his eyes vanished like mist. He grinned.

  “You shouldn’t have resisted me, Cookie,” Axel chided lightly. “We’re perfect for each other in every way.”

  I smiled. “At the Academy, when Loki glamoured himself to look like you and danced with Britney, I was consumed by jealousy.”

  He smirked. “You were jealous?”

  I nodded. “Insanely. I was determined to shove my stiletto up your cheating ass, so I followed you two until I stepped into the trap set by the dark prince.”

  His smile faded away, and he pressed me tightly against him. “That wasn’t me. I’ve never been with any other woman or been even remotely interested in another since I met you.” Rage moved across his face. “How dare that fucker impersonate me and try to ruin my chances with you? Of all the demigods, he had to pick me. Asshole. I almost lost you that time! I’m in Hell now. When I see that shit, I’ll beat his face to a pulp and teach him to never do that again!”

  “He’s on our side now,” Zak said. “I suggest you restrain from antagonizing the dark prince while we’re in the enemy’s domain. We need him.”

  I scanned my mates one by one, letting them see my absolute love, lust, and devotion for them in my eyes. I no longer covered up or downplayed my feelings for them.

  They owned my vulnerability. I laid myself bare in front of them. All it had taken for me to open up was for me to nearly die, then live in Hell without them.

  “I want all of you with every piece of my soul, my body, and my heart,” I said. “The Living Flame is in me, but it hasn’t been activated. Before I stabbed myself in the heart—and I’m sorry for causing you so much pain—the elemental in the tree said that I would need to mate with all of my true mates to light the Flame. The five of us will form a full circle of elemental forces.”

  “The Living Flame is the only weapon that can subdue both Lucifer and Ares,” Héctor said. “I’ve been looking for it for centuries, never knowing these past few weeks that it’s been right under my nose, never knowing it’s a person instead of an object. The prophecy stated when and where the Living Flame would appear, and you were right there in front of me that day in the Manhattan street. But I was blinded by my joy at seeing you, and I never realized that the Living Flame was my mate.”

  “The power of the Living Flame comes from our combined forces and our bonds,” I said. “I’ve mated with all of you except for Paxton. Now I need to forge the mating bond with Paxton, too, which will finish the ritual and ignite the Living Flame. Time is of the essence in Hell.”

  “I’m on board,” Paxton shouted eagerly. “It’s my turn to claim my mate.”

  Zak nodded. “We could be discovered by our enemies at anytime. This mating is most urgent, considering the crucial information our mate just revealed.”

  Axel kissed me tenderly on the lips and stalked away to stay guard. He stood where Paxton had been and waved a hand dismissively. “Make it quick.”

  Paxton glared at the war demigod, but when his violet gaze fell on me, his ice burned hotter than fire.

  He plucked me from Héctor like a bull ready for battle if the death demigod refused to let me go. Héctor rolled his eyes at his cousin, kissed my lips, and released me.

  Paxton immediately carried me away, and my legs wrapped around his waist. Desire strummed in my bloodstream, especially when my butt felt the prick of his thick erection.

  He was more than ready to fuck me, and I was so wet for him.

  The sea demigod darted his heavy-lidded eyes around, seeking privacy. This would be our first time, and I sensed he had no intention of letting his cousins get involved and bark instructions, as he’d done when Zak had first claimed me in the pool.

  I let him lead and clung to him, soft and warm and burning with passion, and he gazed down at me with appreciation and excitement. His eyes were full of lust.

  Paxton strode toward a bookcase near a long sofa, pressing me tightly against him as if he was afraid of losing me. One hand holding me, his other hand effortlessly moved the bookcase to block the sight of his cousins.

  They could still vaguely see us if they wanted to peek. But it was the best Paxton could do for our privacy at the moment. I, for one, didn’t mind my other mates watching, but I respected Paxton’s decision and his intent.

  While Paxton was busy finding us a place to mate, I let myself take in his harsh beauty, chiseled from hard ice—broad shoulders, six-pack stomach, V-shaped hips, and strong legs. I could stare at his glorious, naked form forever. He flexed his hard muscles, presenting his refined masculinity.

  He perched on the sofa, facing the bookcase so he could see if anyone came in our direction. I straddled him, his cock pressing against my inner thigh, searing my skin.

  “Under any other circumstances—” he murmured, violet eyes burning with an icy fire that could conquer and destroy all hearts.

  “Shut up and fuck me, swimming boy,” I said, sealing his unnecessary words with my lips.

  Axel and Zak had also made the same declaration. They believed they should have taken better care of the business of making love to me and made me feel cherished by lengthy foreplay the first time we fucked. But both times I had been fading and needed to feed through a quickie.

  Only with Héctor had I had the time and energy to take it slowly, but we hadn’t taken it slowly either because our passion and need for each other had burned like a supernova.

  “—I’d feast on your lovely pussy.” Paxton got his words out, which made me flush with damn heat when he said it that way.

  He kissed me deeply while he lifted my ass and placed my sex atop the thick, hard head of his large shaft.

  He didn’t need to prepare me. I was ripe for him.

  Whenever any of my demigods were around, my body was whipped by electricity and raw need for them. It was ready for them at anytime and anyplace.

  He thrust up while pressing my hips down on him, and we finally and gloriously joined after being apart and alienated from each other for so long.

  He hissed in pleasure, his ice magic caressing me, telling me how badly he wanted me and how much he treasured me.

  My eyes became misty.

  This man had once tried to bend me, even break me, so he could mold me into the ideal woman from his era. I hadn’t put up with his crap and taught him a lesson or two for his foolishness.

  Yet my demigods weren’t unchangeable and inadaptable.

  Now instead of bending me, he bent himself for me. He’d allowed himself to be broken so he could be the kind of male for me.

  “I love you with every piece of my black heart, Buttercup,” he said, thrusting into me with his demigod’s raw strength and promise.

  I plunged, riding him and slamming into his balls.

  A beastly sound rumbled from his chest

  We moved together vehemently. At this moment it was just him and me.

  “Finally I’m fucking this hot, tight pussy I’ve dreamed of fucking every waking moment since the day I saw you,” he said. “And this is better than fantasy.” And he thrust.

  I grabbed his hair and twisted a few strands as his mouth found my bouncing breast.

  We fucked, dumping our grief, longing, passion, fire, and ice into each other. We relished each other’s bodies like a starving couple.

  Pleasure ripped me apart, yet it wasn’t enough. I could never get enough of the Demigod of Sea or any of my mates.

  Suddenly my hellhound howled a battle cry. Hackles rose in me.

  The room shook from an attack outside, and the stone walls started to shift into disarray.

  A force threw the sofa where Paxton and I were locked together across the room to the wall. The bookshelf tumbled down, CDs, books, and little decorative statues all dropping to the ground.

  “What the fuck?” Zak, Axel, and Héctor roared as they put on their armor and summoned their swords.

  Paxton and I froze, his hands splaying on my back protective
ly.

  Lust still buzzed in my blood.

  Angel? I called, reaching his mind.

  Lucifer, the hellhound howled in fear and rage.

  “The devil is coming,” I said, face paling.

  No wards or doors could stop him. This was his realm, more so than it was Loki’s or mine.

  The room trembled like in an earthquake.

  “Finish the ritual,” Héctor shouted at us. “We’ll stop that fucker.”

  Paxton thrust into me wildly, and I moaned, despite the world falling apart around us and the oncoming battle.

  Rocks started to plummet from the ceiling, missing us narrowly as Paxton shielded us.

  A black wind swirled through the room, then Loki and his three dukes emerged beside Paxton and me while we were still joined, while Paxton still thrust.

  This was getting really weird.

  No matter how the mating fever gripped me, I didn’t think I could continue fucking Paxton while everyone stared at us.

  We might be in heat, but we weren’t beasts.

  “Get the fuck away from us!” Paxton snarled, about to toss his demigod power at Loki and his minions.

  “You two will have to halt,” Loki snarled back, “unless you can give her an orgasm within two seconds. Lucifer and Ares are already here. We need to go now. We must preserve Princess Celeste at all costs.”

  Pythius pressed his palm on the wall, and the secret door to the underground passage appeared.

  “Finish screwing another day!” Pythius barked, waking up Paxton and me from our stupor with his rage and apprehension.

  Héctor was at my side the next second, his wings whooshing out, surrounding me and blocking the half-demons’ sight of Paxton and me.

  Loki snapped his fingers, and I was dressed in a combat leather outfit in an instant. My demigods could easily do the same on the surface, but in Hell’s realm, their powers were repressed.

  “Look what we have here—” An enemy’s voice sent my hair standing on end. “—all the ones we want dead, except for your stepdaughter.”