Axel pulled out from me.
My breath caught. My heart rammed into my ribcage, pain radiating through me.
Had he sensed the demonic force in me?
I’d accept whatever dark fate befell me.
Axel lifted me, lust distorting his gorgeous face. He murmured something unintelligible as if he was in the grip of some force, and I wasn’t sure if it was from my succubus power.
He flipped me over and had me on all fours.
“Axel,” I whimpered.
He didn’t seem to hear me. His thumb and forefinger brushed open my swollen folds as the hard head of his cock nudged at my slick entrance. He grabbed my hips, pinning me there to stop me from escaping, then thrust into me from behind with raw strength.
He pounded into me repeatedly, his powerful legs crashing into mine, the force ramming my shoulders deep into the mattress.
Intense pleasure blasted within me. I screamed, my hands gripping the sheet.
“I knew you’d like this, mate,” he said roughly. “You’re the only woman who can take my full force.”
His energy poured into me like a tidal wave, and I fed on him greedily, letting my every fiber bask in his power.
He thrust into my flesh relentlessly at my reaction, his speed blinding and brutal.
I cried between moans, relishing every second of our joining.
His tempo grew even more urgent as he marked me as his. The Demigod of War wanted to imprint me forever so I would never get away.
I slammed back toward him, grinding my ass against his front. The friction of flesh against flesh offered me maximum pleasure, pushing me to the edge.
I screamed as my inner walls vibrated in orgasm, my sex sucking his cock further into my core.
“Sweet pussy,” Axel roared and pumped his seed into me. “Mine! You’re mine!”
I laughed in joy, soaking in the virtual sunlight as his energy filled and nourished my every hungry cell.
A heavy object crashed to the floor, and the door behind us banged open, cutting short Axel’s roars of pleasure.
We snapped our heads toward the source of the disturbance, and Axel growled.
Héctor appeared at the doorway, blood—both his and his foe’s—fresh and bright on his armor and black wings.
He watched Axel drive into me leisurely, dark death light flashing in his sapphire eyes.
“Hurry up, Axel,” Héctor said harshly. “I need my lamb.”
“Héctor,” I murmured, delighted to see him.
He’d returned to me.
Then a wave of shame washed over me.
I’d enjoyed Axel while Héctor, Zak, and Paxton had risked their lives battling a god for me.
This primal, carnal need had made me forget anything and anyone else. Ravaging hunger had made me forget my code of loyalty.
The old Marigold would never have acted like this. Whoever I was now couldn’t do anything right anymore.