CHAPTER 19
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Afeather-light kissbrushed across my lips. It tasted of cider and the galaxy at night, like my Héctor. He was death to others but the blossom of life to me.
“Want more, Héctor,” I murmured. “I ache. I ache so much for you. Need you inside me. Need you to fuck me. Need you to make me feel one last time.”
He groaned, his pure male desire radiating across me like the burning sun. I inhaled his intoxicating scent. I could never get enough of my death demigod.
Large, powerful hands pulled up my shirt, and a hand cupped my breast. I arched my back and moaned in pleasure.
He lifted me. I clung to him, expecting his steel inside my velvet the next second, expecting him to make me a woman again.
“Love, wake up,” he whispered in my ear. “We’re here. We’ve come for you. All of your mates have come for you.”
“Cookie.”
“Buttercup.”
“Rosebud.”
They called to me urgently, and I smiled as a teardrop rolled out of the corner of my eye.
“I never want to wake up from this dream,” I said.
The hellhound growled threateningly, rushing toward my bed.
Someone was in my room while I slept.
I reached for my blades, but they weren’t there. Cursing in panic and rage, I flashed open my eyes and stared right into Héctor’s—an ocean of grief, joy, rage, love, and ravenousness.
I wasn’t in bed. I was on my beloved’s lap, straddling him. My hungry gaze took in his every line, his chiseled jaw, and his lethal beauty.
Zak, Axel, and Paxton emerged from a hidden door on the stone wall and zoomed in toward me. It was like they’d just stepped out of a legend and into my room.
A realization hit me.
This room led to the hidden passage.
That was why my hellhound had picked this room for me and Loki had told me that he’d bring me my mates.
And when Vi/Esme had said,“They’re coming for you,”she hadn’t meant Lucifer and Ares. She was telling me that my demigods were coming.