“Princess Celeste.” He nodded and sealed the secret door behind him with a wave of his hand.
I stared at the secret door, memorizing its location.
“We own the secret passage now, Rosebud,” Zak said. “Do not concern yourself with our retreat. We’ll take care of everything.”
Pythius snorted. “Remember what we agreed upon, demigods. Control your bleeding heart. Don’t let your dicks do the thinking now that you’re here with your woman, and the plan will go well.”
My demigods snarled.
“You can leave now, Pythius,” Axel said tightly. “Your job is done. Your service and presence are no longer required.”
“You can have privacy when you’re dead,” Pythius said.
Axel stalked to him, menace rolling off him in spades. “You can either leave by choice or by force.”
Pythius shrugged. “This is what I get for helping the Olympians. Prince Loki should have listened to me and been done with you instead of smuggling you into the Underworld. We don’t need you. Anyway, what’s done is done. I’m returning to my prince.”
He turned to scratch Angel under his chin. “Keep watching, good boy. Don’t let them do anything stupid.”
And then the Duke of Deception was gone in a waft of smoke.
Loki and all his dukes could teleport easily. I should be able to teleport, too, since I was the Princess of Hell, but Lucifer’s spell prohibited it.
I looked to my mates, wondering if they could teleport me out of here.
“Our powers are limited in Hell,” Paxton said tightly.
“Worry no more, lamb,” Héctor said. “We won’t let those fuckers touch you again.”
Axel tried to remove me from Héctor and pull me into his arms, but the death demigod growled and refused to let me go. Then Zak and Paxton pressed in, strong arms around me, large hands on me everywhere.
“One at a time!” Héctor hissed.
But no one was listening to him.
I twisted my torso in Héctor’s embrace so I could receive my every mate and touch them, too. Lust heated my blood; my every atom came alive for them.
I wanted their cocks in me.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. “I need to feel you all.”
“My lamb needs to feed,” Héctor said. “She’s been starved for too long. We’re terrible mates!”
“That’s not true!” I said heatedly. “You’re the best mates any woman could hope for, but I got you all.”
My mates blinked, their eyes brimming with gratitude and love, and my heart fluttered, so drunk was I in their fiery passion for me.
However, I didn’t tell them that I could now draw in Hell’s energy. Not yet. I wanted to feed from them, to feel connected to them again.
Zak and Axel stripped me eagerly, and Héctor laid me back in bed.
Then the demigods were all busy undressing as fast as they could.
“Guard the door, please, Angel,” I ordered, proud that I still had the presence of mind to attend to security details.
Angel grunted, pulling his lips back at my mates in menacing warning before trotting toward the door. I hoped Loki and his dukes wouldn’t sift in while we were in the middle of hot action.
As if reading my thoughts, Zak held my gaze. “They won’t, love. We have plans.”