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I chuckled, loving her aggressiveness and possessiveness toward me, loving her raw need for me. I pulled away again, only to say a few things before we got all tangled up and forgot every fucking thing.

Héctor had once scolded us that we’d been so blinded by our lust that we hadn’t seen the danger lurking so close to our mate, so she’d been taken right from under our noses.

“You’re everything to us, Buttercup,” I said while Zak got behind her, kissing her neck, and she arched it for him.

“This isn’t just a dream, lamb,” Héctor said, peeking into her eyes. “This is as real as the dream we once shared. I’ve brought all of them to you now. Soon, we’ll all come to Hell for you. Hang in there for your mates, who love you more than anything. Now feed, lamb.”

Fucker had stolen my thunder again.

I reclaimed her mouth to taste her, taking in as much of her as possible. I remembered her scent of night blossoms that had no names, but this time, she also carried the flavors of Hell—sinful, darkly spicy, and formidably seductive.

I never thought I’d love Hell’s taste.

And she sensed our unconditional acceptance of her hybrid heritage. A mist of tears formed in her brilliant green eyes.

My tongue invaded her mouth, and she was more than eager to reciprocate. Her tongue moved with me, dancing with mine in dark seduction.

Her sinful pleasure swayed back to me.

It took everything I had not to lift her off Axel and let her ride my cock instead. She’d enjoy it more. But I wouldn’t pick a fight with my cousins right now. It was a gift to see her and touch her in the dreamscape, and I wouldn’t ruin it.

My cousins and I were infamously territorial and possessive. We were all alphas to the core, yet we were learning to share the one woman we treasured beyond measure.

“Promise me you won’t storm Hell for me!” she cried as we pulled apart for a gasp of air. “Hell is too dangerous. If you come, you’ll die, and I’ll never forgive you if that happens. I’ll find a way to make it back to you, now that I know you still want me.”

“We want you with our hearts, souls, bodies, and everything in us,” Zak said. “You should have known that, Rosebud.”

“Now isn’t the time for a fucking lecture,” Héctor growled. “Let our mate feed and enjoy.”

“Sorry,” Zak apologized, kissing her thigh vehemently.

“Fuck me good and hard, babe,” Axel howled. “Feed now. Take all you need.”

Buttercup rode hard on Axel’s length with punishing force, making him hiss with pleasure. Axel was the youngest among us, close to her age, and the most selfish male, in my humble opinion. He was always quick to get his claws on her as if he were entitled to have most of her, just because he’d spotted her first. And that was always his immature argument.

“Which part of Hell do they lock you in, lamb?” Héctor asked carefully, trying to sound calm.

“I don’t know,” she said between her moans of pleasure. “But they’re going to toss me into Hell’s Academy. I killed hundreds of them.” She paused and said coldly. “I won the trial.”

Though I was proud that my girl was a fierce warrior in every way, my fear for her clenched my heart like an iron fist. She should never fight alone.

“We’ll turn Hell over for you, Buttercup,” I said. “You have my word.”

I leaned toward her to kiss her, needing to comfort her, needing to taste her again, only to bump into Héctor’s head.

He slanted his greedy mouth over her lovely lips, which should belong to me in this dream. It was already bad enough that Axel was inside her, enjoying the hell out of it as he groaned like a fucking beast, soaking in the pleasure our mate gave him.

Her bouncing, perky breasts were unoccupied for now. I bent down, pulled her nipple into my mouth, and suckled hard. I had done that in my fantasies a thousand times, and her tit tasted more delicious than in those fantasies.

“We need to give our mate blood now,” Zak said firmly. “Her energy level is low. Our blood will strengthen her. Everyone fuck off.”

As soon as Héctor pulled his mouth from hers, I took the spot and placed my neck over her lips.

“Drink, Buttercup,” I demanded.

Hunger darkened her green eyes. At the moment, she was every bit the Queen of the Succubi that I’d once teased her about. I wasn’t disgusted, though, by the potent demon blood in her. Instead, I was oddly turned on. Whatever she was, she was my fatal weakness and my addition.

“I need you more than you know, Paxton,” she said, my name rolling off her tongue like a dark lover’s caress, and my heart ached.


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