Outside the bedroom door, Paxton watched us with dark fascination, his hand pumping his cock through his pants.
I almost felt sorry for him, but I wasn’t going to cave in, especially now that I was fed and full.
I extracted my fangs from Axel’s neck and lolled my head on his shoulder, my fingernails still sinking in Zak’s firm butt.
As one, the three of us relaxed, with the two of them still pressing against me. I was so content that even my usual dark thoughts couldn’t gain an inch on me. Even the audacious act of drinking from the Demigod of War like a vampire didn’t bother me.
I let out a satisfied sigh, gazing at Axel with affection.
“My blood is in your veins now, mate.” Axel grinned, sinfully sexy. Even after we had just fucked, my heart still fluttered and my desire ratcheted up again. “How did my blood taste?”
“As good as your dick,” I purred.
Axel laughed, his shaft remaining hard in me, and he started to thrust casually. Zak had moved out of me, his lips tracing along the back of my neck tenderly.
“You should take my blood, too, Rosebud,” Zak coaxed.
While I’d felt horrid about taking Axel’s blood and feeding from them through sexual intercourse, they all loved it. My demigods loved me being their monster!
Maybe they wouldn’t mind the demon blood in me? No, that was stretching it.
“Later, Bolt,” I purred lazily, and Zak wrapped his hot lips around my earlobe, sending shivers of pleasure over me.
My fingers traced along Axel’s high cheekbones, and he leaned into my touch. His eyes closed, his lush eyelashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks.
Gods, he was so beautiful, and he was mine. All of them were mine—probably even Paxton. How had I even landed all of them?
Beneath my touch, pain pulsed deeply within Axel.
He had loved his father. He’d always looked up to the God of War as his hero until he’d entered adulthood. Then he’d grown distrustful of his father as he saw more of the painful truth. However, that didn’t mean he’d loved the war god any less until he watched Ares try to take me away from his bed.
I didn’t know what exactly Ares wanted from me, but I knew in my blood that he would destroy everything and anyone in his path to get what he wanted.
Axel knew that brutal truth about his father, too.
His amber eyes flashed open and met mine, conveying a clear message—his absolute loyalty was to me, his mate. He also knew the day would come when we would meet Ares on the battlefield. I wasn’t sure if he had it in him to take out his father, but I’d try my best to spare him the battle and the pain.
“Cookie,” he said with affection, his eyes bright.
I kissed his lips hard, then I turned around and kissed Zak on the lips, too, and I wasn’t gentle.
Before they both reached out to pull me toward them, I managed to untangle myself.
“I need to check on Héctor,” I said.
The Demigod of Death had been very quiet in the basement.
Neither Axel nor Zak stopped me.
Axel used to fight Héctor all the time for my affection. But this time, he got up with me and wrapped a robe around my nudity. I smiled at him and stalked out the door.
I passed by Paxton, who lounged on a sofa, his violet eyes trailing after me with heat. His cut chest was bare, and the angry red burns across his skin from his fight with Ares hadn’t faded. He still had a hard-on, which distorted the front of his trousers, but he was no longer stroking his cock.
He knew I was heading to seek out Héctor, but he didn’t say anything. The longing and loneliness in his violet eyes suddenly made my heart ache for him.
I paused in my path, then I backpedaled toward him.
A slice of hope lit his eyes.