I writhed.
I wanted his cock now.
Héctor lifted my legs and knelt between my thighs, his heavily hooded eyes staring at my pussy with dark fascination. From the moment he’d met me in the Dreaming, he’d been a goner, and so had I.
“My only woman,” he murmured. “My mate.”
The thick head of his cock nudged at my entrance, and my inner walls clenched his hard length. He cursed in lust and pushed in.
I sucked in a breath at the pleasure.
He drove home, hitting my molten core, filling me deliciously. It felt wonderful.
I arched my back to receive him, giving myself completely to him.
Héctor started to move in me, gentle at first, but when I slammed my ass into him, rocking his heavy balls, he turned into a storm.
He unleashed his hunger, lust, devastation, and the misery of nearly losing me into my body. I took them all and gave him my whirlwind of wildfire and the shadows that haunted me.
I had changed. I wasn’t that innocent Marigold anymore. I could never be her again. My desire for my mates wasn’t sweet either but violent and brutal. For months, I had done nothing but kill, honing violence into a cold, perfect art.
So now I fucked the death demigod with razor-sharp passion and focus.
I became the wildest hellfire.
I’d been separated from my mates for too long. I’d been starved, tormented, and caged for months.
I’d snapped, and I’d survived.
I could no longer go back to being that Marigold they’d cherished.
If they rejected this part of me—
I choked back a sob when my demigod mates didn’t miss a beat. They became dark storms themselves and unleashed their brutal, vicious passion into me.
Héctor thrust into me with abandon, fucking me raw and hard, fucking me as if it was the end of the world.
He shoved Zak away from kissing me, dominating me and my other mates.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulled my head back, and stared into my eyes. His were hard sapphire—cold and hot and full of carnal desire and power at the same time. He’d been a monster for an eon, roaming alone on Earth before he’d allied with his cousin demigods.
He understood the dark storm and unholy fire in me.
“You’re forever my beautiful little monster, lamb,” he said as he drove deep into me, claiming me with his furious love.
I was still a lamb to his wolf.
Zak and Axel pulled away from me, watching Héctor fuck me. They’d fucked me together, but they’d never seen how Héctor fucked me before.
Violent lust rolled off them in spades as they watched, but they reined in their urges for now. The air crackled with their energy.
Soon, they’d claim me with their storm, lightning, ice, and whirlwind.
They’d reclaim my every inch. In return, I’d brand them as mine again.
When I had no humanity left, theirs became mine. When I gave them darkness, they offered me their light from another galaxy. And when I rode into violence and lost control, they traded it with passion.
I turned my head, watching Paxton watch us some distance away, a bulge evident between his powerful legs, covered by his impeccable armor. He hissed, animalistic lust darkening his eyes. His fists balled on his sides as if he had to use all his strength to restrain himself from charging the death demigod, replacing him, and penetrating me with his mighty cock.