by Meg Xuemei X
“After we escaped the Valley of the Monsters, we never saw him again,” I said. “Mom couldn’t locate him either, even with their mate bond.”
“Where can he be?” Loki asked, his nostrils flaring. A trace of Hell smoke scented the air.
“The Void is a big place,” Zak said. “And the devil obviously knows how and where to hide.”
I nodded. “Even Mom is nervous about having him roaming freely in the Void. She believes Lucifer is scheming to take the Realm of the Ivory Tower from her.”
“So he won’t return to Earth, right?” Loki asked hopefully. “Not that I want that jackal to be Lilith’s problem. I hope the monsters swallow him. Aren’t gods their favorite snack?”
“His sins might be too much even for the monsters,” I said.
Loki widened his eyes, darkness swirling inside, which was kind of disturbing.
“It was a joke,” I said.
My mates chuckled on cue to support me, but Loki wasn’t in the mood, and he didn’t think I was funny.
“Don’t worry.” I hugged him. “You took care of me before, and I’ll take care of you if Lucifer ever steps foot on Earth or Hell. I’ll sever his spine for what he did to us.”
Loki hugged me back, trying to contain his shudder. For a moment, he felt like a boy again, chained in the dungeon and brutally whipped by his sadistic father.
“I’ve got you,” I said, sending a trace of my Living Flame along his neck to let him feel my power so he would know I could keep my promise.
“And I’ll always have your back,” he said gently, and then he no longer trembled.
“Now, if you don’t mind, Loki,” Zak said, “it’s better we sit around the table in the dining area and discuss the new terms of our pact while enjoying crème brûlée, Rosebud’s favorite.”
“Axel teleported to Paris to get them for me,” I offered.
“For beloved Belle Marigold Celeste, we’ll end the Great Merge,” said the new devil.
CHAPTER 22
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Fiercely and diligently, Héctor worked on rewiring the ward around his suite with dark spells and blood runes as soon as Loki left.
We didn’t want Loki to pop out again, announcing he forgot something here. Actually, he had. He’d mentioned that he brought me a gift, but never showed me the present. I’d follow up with him tomorrow. I didn’t like people not keeping their promises.
“Call Loki, Paxton,” Héctor barked after he finished the runes. “We need to test if he can get in this time. He’s the only one who’s ever breached my ward here.”
“Call him yourself,” Paxton barked back. “What can he do even if he shows up again? He knows the four of us can take him if he tries anything stupid. Manhattan is our territory now, and we have the sentinels patrolling the streets. He should be grateful that we let him keep that luxury suite in this building.”
“It isn’t just Loki and the demon dukes I’m worried about,” Héctor said. “What if Michael and Athena return to Earth looking for my Lamb?”
“You worry about the ward here,” Paxton said. “I’m going to bring Buttercup to my place at the Academy. That’s the most secure location, and Buttercup is tired. She yawned once already.”
Paxton pressed his lips on my temple, and I could feel lust pulsing in his veins. He had gotten to me before Axel this time and he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity and let other demigods take me.
They were going to fight over me again and soon. They couldn’t help their dominant, possessive natures. The demigods were born territorial.
My anxiety leaked through our mating bond. Paxton stopped short. The feral look left his eyes as if he suddenly remembered something.
“Héctor, why don’t we all go to your off-campus house?” Paxton said. “Buttercup likes that forest cabin.” He gave Zak and Axel a nod. “Brothers, let’s go. Our mate is sleepy.”
I smiled at my mates.
We clasped our hands and teleported.
Stars and night sky wheeled around us. That was Héctor’s new trick of shifting. He didn’t let us land in his house right away but lingered in the slipstream, showing us the wonders of the stars and letting us take a moment to ponder the significance of this—we’d come so far, we’d prevailed, and we’d bonded for eternity.
Gratitude brimmed in my heart, and lust for my mates stormed through me.
And their primal desire lapped to me like the waves of unending night.
I licked my lips, half-closed my eyes, and inhaled their intoxicating scent. The smell of pine, wine, male musk, honeysuckle, and demigod sex enveloped me, and I never wanted to escape.
They pulled me to them, their body heat radiating into me. Liquid fire pooled between my legs, drawing out a wanton whimper from me.
My mates leaned in, inhaling my arousal in male satisfaction.
An eager hand cupped my breast. Demanding fingers played in my hair. Soft, warm lips traced up my inner thigh.
They wanted to do me in the slipstream. Their control was slipping.
My skin burned with carnal need. I needed their big cocks filling me and thrusting in me. My cunt was soaked in the wet flame, the ache unbearable.
The demigods pressed hard against me, their massive erections pricking to my skin, searing me. They all wanted me at once, but there was only one me and four of them.
And I got a naughty idea.
When Héctor lost his control, driven by maddening lust, we fell through the slipstream into his forest home.
“Are you hurt, Lamb?” the death demigod called urgently in the dark.
And four girls whimpered. “We ache.”
Star light exploded into the room.
And my mates stared at me—all four Marigolds—in stunned silence.
“Boys,” all the Marigolds purred sultrily, their hands rubbing their pussies. “We’re going to have fun.”
The demigods’ lust cracked the air, yet none of them made a move.
They narrowed their heavy-lidded eyes, studying each one of me to locate the real Marigold. They thought this was another test.
Ye of little faith!
Their bulged muscles tensing and flexing, the demigods were ready for action. But their looks only grew calculating, their eyes flashing. I knew what was brewing in their heads. As soon as they singled out the original Marigold, they’d lunge and grab her before their rival could make the same move.
It was business as usual. As soon as the situation called for it, their territorial nature took over.
I sighed. I created the situation this time. But good luck figuring out the real Marigold, old boys.
Axel gave up first. He was the youngest amongst the demigods, so it wasn’t a shocker his patience didn’t last.
“Which is the original one?” he demanded. “I don’t want to fuck a clone. I want the real Cookie.” He waved a hand at his bonded brothers. “You guys go ahead and pick a random one. You might not tell the difference, but I will. Cookie, come to me. I found you first in the Crack. You’re always mine first.”
Paxton snarled at Axel.
Zak and Héctor ignored the others but studied every one of me and studied our moves, categorizing, analyzing, and calculating.
“I won’t bite,” all four Marigolds purred.
Then the demigods all felt it—the pulsing mating bond between us.
“They’re all her.” Zak sucked in a breath. “My Rosebuds. How?”
My other mates no longer narrowed their eyes at all me. Instead, their lips tilted up in wicked delight.
“Of course we’re all me,” I said in four voices. “I split into four of me in the Eternal Prison to claim all of you. However, boys, this is a one-time treat because splitting my atoms consumes tremendous energy and will give me a hangover afterward. You can have me now, or you’re welcome to pass on the offer.”
My mates lunged at me.
Paxton grabbed one of me, darting a wild glance at the other demigods, pulling his lips up i
nto a half-snarl to warn the others not to come near his Marigold. He carted me to a broad, leather sofa, surrounding us with ice walls. Then he kissed me hard, his hands roaming as he quickly undressed me. I kissed him back, just as fierce and demanding, until he flipped me around. The sea demigod thrust into me from behind and beneath, exactly how animals fucked.
He pounded into me hard, with accelerated, short thrusts, his cock growing larger as it drove into my molten core. I felt every inch of his delicious, hard length stretching me, thrusting in me, and claiming me. Cocooned inside his asteroid of ice, I moaned in ecstasy.
Héctor scooped up another Marigold and carried me straight to the bath chamber. He kicked the door shut, his death light tracing along the doorframe to guard our little world.
He undressed us both with merely a thought and put me into a whirlpool Jacuzzi that brimmed with warm water and rose petals. Dark forest extended outside the warded double-windows.
Héctor followed me into the tub. He lifted me effortlessly and placed me on the marble, my back against the wall. He dropped a knee to the water, heaved my ankles onto his massive, hard muscled shoulders, and stared at my bare pussy in dark obsession.
I thrust my dripping-wet cunt toward him.
A harsh male groan rumbled in his chest, and the demigod rammed his granite hard cock into my heat.
No foreplay. Not even a kiss. The floating roses were for mood and decoration. Héctor went straight to the point to fuck me, and I liked it. He would come to his senses and romance me and bathe me after he ravaged me and sated his primal lust.
He thrust into me roughly with his death demigod’s raw strength. Joy blossomed in me at his every brutal thrust. His touch was death to others, but fire to my ice, and fuel to my flame.
I moaned and gasped as pleasure rocked me, drowning me. My hands grabbed his thick hair, pulling him toward me. I could be as brutal as him and I’d show him soon how a Titan girl fucked, but right now I totally enjoyed being fucked by a savage demigod.
Axel held a hand out to another Marigold, his amber eyes glowing golden light, his face distorted by rough, male lust. I put my trembling fingers in his hand, my heart pounding erratically, and followed his lead to the foyer.
Before we reached the stairs, he spun and pinned me against the cold wall, moonlight shining through the window, backlighting the war demigod and making him look almost like a handsome demon.
A wild wind formed a shield around us as Axel slanted his mouth over mine, and our breath mingled. My knees went weak for him. When I parted my lips, his tongue invaded my mouth, sweeping, thrusting, and tasting me. A tingling sensation buzzed on my skin.
I writhed as his large body caged me. My hand cupped his huge erection through the fabric of his trousers before freeing his cock.
His hurried hand inserted into my shirt, rolled it up, and grabbed my breast that needed to be fondled. His other hand tore my pants apart. The war demigod had a penchant for destroying my clothes, but at the moment, I didn’t have the presence of mind to chide him. I was a goner and desired him more than anything.
He didn’t rip off my lacy panties, mostly because he bought them for me. He gave them a satisfied look, his gaze glued on the thin strand along my pussy. It was an arousing sight, but I wouldn’t suggest wearing this type of thong on a working day. I was speaking from experience as cream dripped from my sex and streamed down my legs.
Axel growled in approval.
He hooked my leg onto his forearm when I peered down at his jutted cock I freed from his trousers. His beautiful dick jerked aggressively, a bead of pre-cum forming on its slit.
My breath hitched. My face burned.
Axel pushed the G-string aside and shoved his cock into my cunt sideways. I cried out in intense pleasure at his unyielding force. He withdrew an inch and thrust right back, raw, hard, and strong, slamming into me to the hilt. The overhead chandelier of diamonds and crystals trembled and tingled like bells as the war demigod rammed into me again and again.
His strength was admirable and his speed more than satisfying.
My head lolled onto his shoulder as I moaned his name. When the pleasure was too much, I turned my face and bit him hard between his neck and shoulder, his rich, sweet, and spicy demigod blood gushed into my mouth, and he roared, thrusting into me frantically.
Another Marigold lay in the center of the vast bed, naked as the day I was born, watching the Demigod of Sky kick off his boots, jerk his belt away from his leather pants, and yank his shirt off his head.
His muscles rippled, and I wanted to lick him, right from his perfect, cut chest all the way down. But I stayed motionless, shy and full of anticipation, waiting for him to come to bed, to fuck me.
And he came to bed, hovering over me, watching every reaction on my face.
“I must feast upon you first, Rosebud,” he said, his voice slurring in lust.
His curvy mouth closed over mine. It didn’t linger long since there were so many inches of me he needed to kiss, lick, and savor. His lips traced my jaw, my neck, and moved to my breast.
His tongue twirled around my tit before his mouth closed on it and suckled hard.
I arched my back at the sensation. I was glad that he didn’t forget to suck my other nipple, even though he was keen to go all the way down to the valley between my thighs.
Finally, he buried his gorgeous face down there.
His tongue swept over my folds, lapping and twisting between them. His thumb caressed my swollen clit with gentle and rough brushes at once. My legs jerked and I let out a pleasant cry.
His kiss blended tenderness with wild passion. He could dominate me, like other demigods often did, but he never tried.
I had never told the sky demigod that he was a great kisser.
He was marvelous.
He wasn’t as unfeeling as the original gods had mocked him. My sky demigod mate was full of profound feelings and searing lust for me.
Zak thrust his tongue into my wetness, satisfied that I was already ripe for him. His lightning shocked me in waves of pleasure, feeding me with raw energy.
His every lick stoked the flame higher and higher in me.
“I ache for you, my Zak,” I whimpered, writhing my torso.
He raised his head to gaze at me, his scorching lust mirroring mine and melting me.
He moved above me, his weight falling on me. I opened my legs wide for him and lifted my hips up, baring my pussy for him and giving him full access.
Needed him to fuck me now and explore me further.
He peeked into my eyes with deep devotion, the blunt head of his cock nudging at my slick entrance. He glided in, smooth, steady, and strong till he embedded deep inside me.
I let out a content sigh at the delicious joining.
“Need to make you mine every day, little mate,” he whispered, breathing hard.
He moved on top of me vigorously, in and out and slapping my pussy. I propelled my hips up to meet his every plunge. We moved together in sync, drenched in mutual primal, animistic lust. He rocked his hips to create friction, pumping back into me, and drove me to the edge.
I moaned. My thighs squeezed him.
A rough sound tore out of his throat, and he pumped into me with vigorousness.
A trace of my flame streamed out, caressing him and merging with his lightning.
Zak roared in ecstasy and pounded me with bruising rhythms, his thrusts long and hard.
Unbridled lust shrouded his face. My inner walls clenched his shaft, demanding he give it all. And he offered me everything—his body, heart, and soul.
My nerves blazed with bliss until for a second I was afraid I might not be able to take it anymore. All four Marigolds were me, and I felt every pleasure beating in my every cell, fiber, and atom, as my mates ravished me.
They ravaged me long and hard, feeding me pleasure and wild energy. They were starved for me, and they’d always want me with such consuming hunger.
There was nothing more satisf
ying than knowing that, and I basked in that ecstasy.
My savages. My cavemen. My haven.
My alter egos moaned shamelessly and screamed each of my mate’s names in mind-bending, earth-shattering pleasure.
I was at my mates’ mercy.
And the demigods were known to be merciless. They demanded each Marigold’s absolute submission as they drove into me with brutality and resolve. I surrendered in shuddering pleasure before trying to dominating them.
They played my bodies like an instrument, and I moaned at their every carnal touch and every powerful thrust. I wanted more, even when I couldn’t take any more.
I was obsessed with them, with their hard beauty, their tenderness, their cunning minds, and their gorgeous cocks.
And I adored their dirty talk and even their harsh commands when they drew out my sinful orgasms like tidal waves.
I was theirs—theirs to use, to fuck, to enjoy, to play, to torment, and to cherish.
I screamed hoarsely, and my bodies felt so raw yet wonderful, when they rode us relentlessly, vowing to fuck us to eternity and roaring our names like savages as they pumped every drop of hot seed into the depth of our heated core.
And then I was the one and only Marigold.
Zak, Axel, Paxton, and Héctor lounged around me in our vast bed, spent and satiated and smiling, and stroking me sweetly and tenderly.
“So this is it—us,” I said huskily, moonlight spilling on our nudity.
“This is us.” They gazed at me with radiant galaxies in their eyes. “We’ll be here with you after all the stars wink out and worlds turn to ash and fire.”
I peeked at them and grinned. “Let’s not wish harm upon stars, worlds, or even gods. We’re better than that, aren’t we, my beloveds?”
- The End -
Author’s Note
Dear Reader,
Thank you for reading through the series and sticking with Mari and her loyal, hot mates. I’m grateful that so many of you keep supporting me by buying my books, leaving reviews, and spreading the word. You know who you are. You’re my rock.