Sharp pain sliced through my heart on top of my old wound. And a teardrop rolled from the corner of my eye.
It was probably for the best if they forgot about me and the black smear of shame I’d left behind.
I alone would hold onto the prized, beautiful memories of them, of all of them, which were all I had, all I could cling to.
“You’re tender with me, Cookie,” said the Demigod of War as if he had a hard time believing I had a feminine side.
“Don’t like it?” I challenged huskily. “Wanna get rough, Casanova?”
Axel chuckled, his laugh brimming with sexiness, and my core clenched.
“I want all of you, little minx,” he purred. “Need to taste every inch of you.”
His hands explored all over my body. Then his finger thrust into my wetness and his lips wrapped around my pink, perky nipple.
Axel had been my first crush. He’d wanted me badly when he first spotted me, so he’d dragged me to the Half-blood Academy while I was kicking and screaming and kicking some more.
“I miss you so much, Axel,” I murmured.
My thought drifted to Zak. The Demigod of Sky was the most reserved amongst his cousins. He’d woken up from his emotional stasis after he met me. He’d never truly expressed his feelings toward me, but wherever I went his silver eyes followed me, full of heat and devotion.
He owned my virginity. He was the first male to break my maidenhead.
“I need to ravish you before I fuck you,” Zak said. “I want to be gentle with you, but I don’t know how. I’ll never forgive myself if I hurt you, but I’m losing control.”
He placed me atop the water, his large hand supporting my back to keep me afloat. He went down on one knee and buried his chiseled face between my shivering thighs.
His mouth devoured my sex, feasting on it as if I was the only thing that mattered.
Liquid fire flared between my thighs. I needed to touch myself to relieve the mounting pressure inside me, but the venom dominated my bloodstream and held me captive.
Fury burned through me, but it would do me no good.
As I shut my eyes, I heard Paxton’s whisper.“I’ll take care of you, Buttercup, whether you like it or not.”
He’d known about my demon heritage, and he’d still wanted me. He’d killed for me to protect my secrets. But even he couldn’t take care of me now. He’d move on, just like the others, after seeing me dead.
Regrets rained down in me.
Paxton was a straightforward yet complicated man. He’d made a mistake, but he’d proved to me that he’d do whatever it took to atone. If I’d let my anger go, if I’d ridden his hot body, I’d have activated the Living Flame. With it, I’d have blasted the devil and the god to kingdom come.
One fatal flaw and one mistake had cost me everything.
Buttercup, we’re coming for you.I nearly sobbed as I imagined his cooing voice.
I longed to curl around him, inhaling his scent of morning ocean, icy beach, and forest rain.
But I would never have the chance.
I wanted to be with all my mates more than anything. I’d sell my soul to see them again.
When my thoughts touched on Héctor, tears flooded down my face, soaking my hair that spread over the bottom of the iron coffin.
I’d broken his heart. I’d seen it in his sapphire eyes before I fell on my blade, before my heart stopped beating.
And here I was, undead.
I could no longer bear the memories of their pain, and by the last mercy the fates granted me, I dozed off.