by Meg Xuemei X
“Who told you that bullshit?” Alaric asked.
Shan and Frances had both warned me of it, especially Frances. She worried for me. She told me a lot of human females got dumped by their lovers and husbands when they gained extra pounds. Her sister was one of the sorry cases.
“You’re half-god,” Pyrder said. “You’ll never gain weight.”
“You can’t know that,” I said, my eyes following the tattoo of the golden panther on his taut, sexy chest.
“I exercise every day.” He grinned, flexing his muscles to distract me from my misery. “You never need to worry about us leaving you. We’ll always do right by you, no matter what kind of shape or size you take.”
“You say it now, but when I’m a whale, you’ll run. All of you.” I cried again at the image of them running from me, and me so huge I’d be slow and never catch them.
My eyes were a faucet, and I couldn’t turn them off. All my mates were going to be so sick of me, which only made my tears pour more. I’d be all alone in the future if the gods didn’t finish me off.
“Dulcis!” Lorcan shouted urgently before he entered the room. “Are you all right?”
He must have felt my emotional turmoil through our bond.
He rushed in and halted at the bedside.
“What’s this about?” he snarled, staring hard at my other three males who all tried to get a wailing me into their arms. He leaned in and found a spot at my feet. “What’s bothering you, dulcis?”
“I’m a drug addict, Lorcan.” I wept. “Only the drug is Phobos. He made me this way. He did me no good. And he took off and left me dry without even saying goodbye. I need to get him back. I don’t care that his terror essence also gets into my bloodstream when I drink from him. I’m sorry that I’m a junkie now. But I need him. I need to take a big sip off him to fill this abyss in me. It hurts so much without him. My body hurts all over, and my bones ache. Ache!”
“She’s suffering severe withdrawal,” Alaric said, his eyes brooding and worried. I sensed that a hundred ideas wheeled in his mind as he tried to find a way to fix me.
“Looks like we need to recapture Phobos, or another minor god, and let Cass drink from him,” Pyrder said with a sigh.
I looked up at him through my moistened lashes. “You will do that for me?”
Alaric and Lorcan glared at Pyrder.
“It’s a lousy solution,” Reysalor said, rolling his eyes at his twin. “We never thought that drinking from a god could cause Cass such harm.”
“There’s no harm in having another glass of the Devil’s Love,” I protested. “We just need to find either Phobos or another god. He has a brother.”
“You don’t want Deimos, sweetheart,” Alaric said. “He’s worse than Phobos.”
“We’ll get through this together, Cass baby,” Reysalor said.
“I’m not sure if we can.” I gazed up at him through a mist of tears before I grabbed the sheet from Alaric’s hand and wiped my face.
“Come here, dulcis,” Lorcan said.
“Why?” I asked, but I was moving toward him as my other mates surrounded me like walls. Lorcan must have wanted to touch me since he’d been away from me for the night while the others slept around me. I wasn’t backing him up or choosing him over others, but he needed his fair share, too.
“I think I have a solution,” he said, his claws protruding and slicing across his wrist.
Dark crimson blood gushed out in rivulets, and he pressed his open wrist to my mouth.
“Drink,” he ordered.
“But—” I stopped protesting as his sweet, spicy blood flowed into my mouth and hit my tongue. When the ancient, potent blood rolled down my throat and landed in my stomach, the torn fabric in me started to weave back.
I instantly felt better—at least my muscles had stopped clamping—but I doubted that Lorcan’s blood would be enough to seal the hole completely.
Fire returned to me, and lust sparkled.
My core started throbbing with aching want.
I needed to fuck Lorcan, or any of my mates.
Desire darkened Lorcan’s gray eyes. I could see the bulge under his designer pants. With restrained strength, Lorcan pulled his wrist from my lips, and I lunged for him with a snarl.
“I need more!” I cried, and I wanted his massive, hard cock inside me.
“Control yourself, dulcis,” Lorcan said softly, yet with steel in his voice. “This is not over yet. My blood isn’t enough. You need to drink from all of us.”
Reysalor, Alaric, and Pyrder traded looks before staring hard at Lorcan.
“The four of us share the bond of brotherhood. Our combined blood is more powerful than anything,” Lorcan told his bonded brothers before turning to me. “Remember the runes that freed you from the cage? The runes wouldn’t have worked if they weren’t infused with the combined blood of Reysalor’s and mine.”
“Take my blood, Cass baby.” Pyrder volunteered.
Just when he was about to take a dagger strapped on Lorcan’s outer thigh, so he could cut his wrist, I felt an ache in my gums. Then fangs protruded from my mouth.
I yelped. “Fuck! I just grew fangs. What kind of freak am I? Am I becoming a vampire? I need to reverse this!”
But my fangs wouldn’t retract, and my thirst only increased.
The dark monster in me rose again, and it wanted the blood of all of my mates.
Instead of shrinking back, my mates leaned in to study my fangs.
“You aren’t a vampire, dulcis,” Lorcan said drily, his piercing gray eyes chiding me, “even though you now have fangs. No amount of my blood or anyone’s blood can turn you. If you’d become a vampire like me, I’d have known.”
“Your fangs are actually cute,” Pyrder said with a grin, reaching for a fang. “Our Cass likes to bite. Now she’ll bite even harder.”
Reysalor frowned, his forehead creasing. “Why did she suddenly have fangs? What does it mean?”
“What does it mean?” I parroted as I commanded my fangs to retract, to no avail. My eyes glowed as hunger kept pounding in me. “It can’t be good, can it?”
“Cass’s survival instincts often bypass the conditions and logic of her mind,” Alaric said. “Instinctively, she knows she needs to take our blood to fight the withdrawal caused by the sudden absence of Phobos’ energy. Our Cass wanted to drink from Pyrder’s neck as soon as he offered. So voila, her fangs.”
“Dulcis has developed the ability to mimic our powers,” Lorcan said.
“Did I tell you all that I teleported last week?” I asked. “It must have come from Pyrder and Reys, but I added my own tweak.”
Pyrder blinked. “But why haven’t we gotten her powers?”
“She’s a born chameleon,” Reysalor said in awe. “And her new powers keep emerging whenever she’s thrown into a situation.”
“I don’t like a situation,” I said. “I don’t like surprises.”
And I didn’t like them continuing to analyze me and gaze at me expectantly, as if I might grow two heads at any second.
My fangs ached. I needed Pyrder.
“Are you going to talk me to death?” I asked, eyeing the throbbing veins on Pyrder’s neck.
I morphed to a vampiress. I’d return to be Cass after I had a taste from my fae mate.
“Do you need guidance as to how to do it properly, dulcis?” Lorcan asked gently.
“I think I’ve got it,” I said, inching eagerly toward Pyrder from Lorcan’s lap.
“I’ve never given my blood to anyone,” Pyrder said. “I have no idea what to expect.” He grinned at me and arched his neck bravely. “Get on with it, Cass baby. You need it.”
“I do,” I said, and grabbed him, my lips brushing his before alighting on his neck, tracing it up.
Pyrder groaned, and an animalistic sound rumbled in his chest. I expected his panther to rise up to fight me, but he didn’t. The beast only peeked through the fae prince’s eyes, turning them a smoldering gold.
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nbsp; My fangs glided over Pyrder’s skin, found an angle, and sank in. All this felt so natural to me. I hadn’t had time to ponder the freakiness of it as Pyrder’s blood that tasted like honeysuckle gushed into my mouth.
Pyrder jerked and cursed. “Fuck, oh, fuck.” Lust burned brighter than the morning stars in his eyes. “Take more, baby,” he bellowed in pleasure. “Drain me!”
“That’s enough, dulcis,” Lorcan said, prying me off Pyrder, though both Pyrder and I tried to fight him off.
Then to Reysalor and Alaric he said, “We need to teach our mate some control. Don’t let her get into the habit of draining us, as the idiot panther called for.”
My displeasure turned to approval as Reysalor leaned toward me, exposing his neck. His trust warmed my heart, yet mercilessly I sank my sharp fangs into his pulsing vein and sucked in a mouthful of his pure fae blood.
My Reys tasted just the way he smelled—of autumn rain and fresh forest, his arousal pure male and irresistibly sweet.
Reys’s turquoise eyes turned to fiery amber.
Liquid fire pooled between my thighs and licked my tender flesh. My mind grew lost in the haze of lust. My eager hand groped and found his massive erection. I needed to fuck him. I had to finish what we had left off, and I needed his granite-hard cock to penetrate me over and over.
Alaric pulled my top over my head and fondled my breasts while Reysalor pulled off my panties.
The next instant, I was on Reys’s lap, astride him, my back against his broad, muscled chest. The thick head of his cock brushed open my folds and pushed up into my heated passage.
Pleasure exploded in me as Reys thrust into my core.
“Yes, just like that.” I moaned, rocking my hips.
My fangs had left his neck; they now found the next target and pierced Alaric’s skin. His pulse thumped against my lips. The demigod’s lifeblood streamed over my tongue. He tasted of lightning power and a forgotten past—part of him wasn’t from Earth. I took another deep draw from his vein, so addicted to his star power.
“That’s the dose for today, dulcis.” Lorcan stepped in again.
Had he just set my ration?
“When she drinks from us, she has the divine aroma,” Alaric said, his eyes dreamy yet full of lust. “I need to fuck our little mate.”
Reys didn’t seem to care about my divinity. His large, hard length drove into my heat again and again. His hands heaved my hips up and down.
I rose and fell with him, meeting him beat to beat, taking his hard shaft to my depths, to sate the hunger within.
We moved together faster and harder, and I moaned like a feline in heat.
I didn’t want this to stop. Ever.
Reys freed a hand to brush my clit, and I cried out at the burst of pleasure.
My three mates watched us fuck, lust burning a hellfire in their eyes.
My nipples hardened painfully when they argued and snarled at each other to decide who would be next to fuck me. I wouldn’t get behind any of them. I wouldn’t pick a side. They all had gorgeous cocks. As long as they let me ride one, or one of them rode me and screwed me senseless, I’d be a happy camper.
I desired them all deeply and equally.
My fingernails raked across Reys’s back that rippled with muscles as he hit my every G-spot and drove into my molten core.
How could fucking be the best thing ever in the world?
His rhythm turned blinding.
I had my tricks, too. My hips swirled up before slamming back down, eliciting a rough male groan and curse from him.
Pyrder also growled, his hand pumping his massive cock. His golden panther wanted to come out to play and fuck me, which drove me wilder.
So I rode Reys like the storm.
“The best fuck ever,” Reys hissed, thrusting into me raw and hard.
And then Alaric cupped my cheeks and shoved his cock into my mouth.
I could not hump Reys anymore with two cocks driving in me, so I let the males do all the work. Reys thrust into my pussy vehemently, and Alaric kept pushing his shaft further down my throat.
The demigod was testing my limits, even in bed, but then he wasn’t a complete bastard. While he fucked my mouth, he also fed me his delicious energy, freely given with love.
Lorcan had been wrong about me draining my mates. My power wouldn’t harm them. While I got a boost from feeding on them, they would feel energized later. It was more like a power swap, which only made us all stronger.
“Your perfect little pussy is so tight,” Reys said in a lust-slurred voice, as he thrust up into me. “It’s driving my cock mad.”
That didn’t make sense. His cock couldn’t get mad, though it was fucking me madly.
“The tightest and hottest pussy ever,” Alaric groaned his agreement. “Our little mate knows how to use her mouth and tongue, too. Oh, fuck me! Yes, use your fangs, savage mate!”
“I get to fuck dulcis next,” Lorcan said. “I can’t be left behind. I need to feast on her sweet pink flesh.”
The High Lord of Night had been very good at giving me oral pleasure. The prospect of what he would do set my every inch on fire.
Reys thrust into me fiercely, bringing me back to him. His hard penetrating sent a new wave of pleasure to my nerve endings.
I bent forward, prone to take Alaric’s cock deeper into my mouth, and at the same time lifted my hips to let Reys drive into my heated core.
The erotic sounds of wet slapping emanating from my mouth and pussy made my blood heat like no other. Our mixed scent of arousal was driving my other mates crazy. Pyrder’s beast growled, and he pumped his cock harder.
Lorcan’s eyes burned pure silver, his fists clenched, his large cock jerking ahead aggressively. Any second he might tear me from Alaric and Reysalor, throw me onto the sheet, and penetrate me brutally himself.
The High Lord of Night was losing control, and usually he was the most disciplined one.
I might need to wrap this up with Reys and Alaric before accidents happened.
The fae prince pumped into me wildly, and the mattress squeaked under his assaulting force. My mates would destroy another bed.
Reys’s cock grew even harder and larger, and my pussy tightened around its every inch.
He let out a string of ancient curses. “I have to come. I can’t hold back longer. Your pussy is milking me mercilessly. Oh, fuck! Come for me, baby!”
The rapid rhythm of his fierce thrusts carried me to the peak of the mountain, until I could not come down, but exploded. Screams and moans of pleasure came wrenched from my chest, even though I still had a cock pumping in my mouth.
I trembled from the orgasm, my nerves ablaze with fire and pleasure.
Alaric watched my reaction the entire time. Ecstasy twisted his face as he roared and spilled his demigod seed into my mouth.
At the same time, Reys emptied himself in me and joined the roar.
Then a new kind of rapture seized me.
The powers of my four mates merged in me in the fashion of lightning, fire, ice, metal, and storm. Their blood blended with mine and our bond became one.
Their essence and mine, primal, magical, and mystical, wove together and blanketed over me, healing me and sealing the hole in my soul.
Unison, beauty, and wild passion coursed through me.
My mates had completed me.
Light poured out of me, and I arched my back with roars of joy.
When I blinked back from the power burst, I was no longer staring at the stars but among my adoring mates, wrapped in Lorcan’s arms.
The High Lord of Night hooked my leg around his waist and slid into me sideways. He wasn’t fucking me but making love to me.
He thrust into my depth, in smooth, yet savage rhythm.
The world, almost like an impossible fantasy, existed just for my mates and me.
The rest of the deep night, I slept dreamlessly in Alaric’s arms.
I’d found home with my four mates.
22
The outcome turned out to be the opposite of what they’d wanted.
I’d gained many followers in the Academy. If mortals’ social media still existed, I’d have millions of followers on Twitter, according to Amber.
The seer missed the old days.
And today, I was going to get her an awesome gift for her nineteenth birthday.
I was more excited than she, since I’d never been to a birthday party, let alone hosted one for my best friend. For a second, sadness swept over me, for I had no idea when my birthday was.
I soon cheered up. Amber’s party was meant to be a surprise.
I forbade my mates to come with me to shop for a gift, and they half-heartedly obliged since none of them liked shopping. Sometimes, I was amazed at how my mates and I ever got along since we had very different interests.
Did we even have anything in common? And was that important?
Originally, I had wanted to go to the mortals’ mall, but my mates objected fiercely. Well, they gave me a lot of orgasms, so I didn’t want to fight them so soon.
I told them to pick me up in an hour before the Council meeting, and that was settled. Rainer and Celeb guarded me, but they were wise to stay out of my sight.
So, I strolled the Academy’s gift shop, peeking into everything on the shelves or under the glass counters. Then I saw it—an old Disney DVD movie called Beauty and the Beast.
I grabbed it and laughed in giddiness.
Amber would love it, and we’d watch it together after we ate her birthday cake.
The store clerk charged me a lot of money for that DVD even after my serious bargaining. I wouldn’t just spend my mates’ money like crazy since they were mine, so their money was mine, too, in a sense.
I sighed and paid for the DVD with Pyrder’s credit in the store and had the non-compromising clerk wrap it with gift paper.