Her fangs elongated. Marigold hissed in hunger and bit into me.
Pain pierced me, then pleasure washed over it, then more pain burned me, and then pleasure filled me, making my cock so hard.
By sheer will, I commanded my fists to stay by my sides so I wouldn’t attack Axel, who pounded his pleasure and demigod energy into my Buttercup. I wanted to fuck her more than anything.
A violent, black wind swept by, and Marigold turned her head to look for the threat, her face feral and demonic. She snarled.
Héctor bellowed, and his wings emerged, shoving us away to wrap around her, to shield her.
Marigold vanished.
An empty ache throbbed on my neck where her fangs had punctured my skin.
“We must get to our mate before our sworn enemies break her,” Zak thundered.
We’d seen the changes in her.
If we didn’t reach her in time, we’d lose her for good.
CHAPTER 11
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Large, gorgeous, possessive, and dominant—that was how my mates were.
They’d told me it wasn’t a dream. They’d vowed they would come for me.
But at the moment, my mind couldn’t register anything but the haze of lust pounding in my bloodstream.
Their primal hunger for me hadn’t lessened or faded while I was away.
I unleashed my rage, ice, storm, and unquenchable thirst on them, and my demigods poured their grief, passion, regrets, and devotion into me. They fed me, demanding I take their precious, powerful energy and lifeblood.
I rode the Demigod of War wildly, relishing how his massive cock filled my every inch, stretching me. He thrust into me with abandon, lust, and love, seeking the depths of my flesh and my soul. My other demigods’ hands, lips, and teeth roved all over me, pleasuring me like heavenly rain and divine flame.
I arched my back and moaned in bliss.
I was a woman again. I was complete again. I was wanted and cherished.
Yet I felt the changes in them as their force poured into me, mating with mine. Where there had been light, now darkness dwelled in them. Though I wasn’t afraid of darkness since I had plenty of it inside me, I worried what it would do to my mates.
I was halfway to orgasm, my pussy milking Axel’s hard shaft, unmaking him and marking him. I stared down at his lust-distorted, gorgeous face, silently promising myself that I’d have one orgasm after another with my dream lovers until I lost count.