I had my old habits and stubborn traits, too, and I naturally challenged all authority.
“But—” I said, putting a fist on my hip.
Héctor slanted his mouth over mine.
Unlike any other time, his lips were like ice. They were colder than mine. And the heartbreaking realization haunted me again—my Héctor had become a mortal. He didn’t have a demigod’s strength and body heat anymore.
I didn’t withdraw from his icy kiss. I didn’t cringe from his icy touch. I stretched my body against his and deepened the kiss, in a desperate attempt to warm him up.
He thrust his tongue into my open mouth, mating with mine. Pleasure buzzed down my spine after I got used to the coldness he brought me. Demigod or not, my Héctor still tasted the same—harsh male, cinder, and nightly flame.
I moaned in need more of him. I needed to fuck him. I needed to have his cock deep inside my core.
His tongue stroked mine in a fever pitch, his needs rippling into me.
I shivered again, and this time not from the damp clothes and the chilly wind. Lust rode me hard.
Héctor retreated his tongue from my mouth, and before I demanded he kiss me again, he barked, “Zak, why hasn’t the fire lit yet?”
“I’m trying,” Zak snapped. “If you want it done faster, why don’t you try it?”
I blinked, pulling back from the world where only Héctor and I existed. I trained my gaze on Zak. He stared at me with longing and lust in his eyes, then returned to his struggle to get the fire going with two rocks. In front of him laid a pile of well-structured dried wood.
The sky demigod was as solid as rock. While Héctor and I became lost in each other, he’d picked the dried branches and twigs to light the fire for us.
Never had he complained that I paid more attention to Héctor. He once told me that he’d take whatever he could get from me and be happy with that.
“Zak, I can help,” I said, ready to get up from Héctor’s lap.
“I wasn’t snapping at you, Rosebud,” he said gently. “You enjoy. I’ll get the fire up in no time.”
“Can you really make fire with rocks?” I asked, my eyelashes fluttering.
“We were the ones who taught humans to use fire in the first place,” Zak said. “My father was angry when he found out we leaked the secret of fire.”
Zeus was a selfish ass.
Millennia had passed, and humans had modernized everything, including ways to use fire. I bet Zak had never needed to light a fire with rocks before. He could have used his lightning to ignite fire easily if the Void hadn’t negated his demigod power. Without any extra help, starting up a fire in the stiff wind wouldn’t be an easy task. I didn’t want Zak to feel that he failed me if he couldn’t get the fire going.
“You don’t need to make fire, Zak,” I said warmly. “We’ll move soon anyway. Come join us to get warm.”
Zak paused, staring at me.
“He’ll manage just fine, Lamb,” Héctor cut in. “Don’t fuss over him. Let him make the fire and dry your clothes before we get moving again.”
My mates could switch from selfless heroes to selfish assholes in a blink of an eye, and their moods shifted faster than the wind. And none of them were born with a single sensitive bone in their bodies, not even Zak. They were never considerate and couldn’t be taught to be, if I wasn’t involved.
They were great to fight together against their common enemies as the four of them were a formidable force, but they were terrible to live with each other.
My Héctor was the most notorious. Though he’d accepted that I had three other mates, he mostly regarded and treated them as my sex servants and guards.
And just when I felt giddy they made progress, they backpedaled. I sighed. I’d accepted all their flaws anyway. Even when they were jerks, they were mine.
The sky demigod growled at Héctor, but went back to striking the rocks diligently.
Before I could issue more concerns toward Zak, Héctor crashed his mouth onto mine again. I’d learned that was his way of stopping me from countering his decisions. Sometimes I hated myself for not being strong enough to stand firmer when my mates dangled sex in front of me. But when Héctor gave me that panty-melting kiss, my knees just went weak.
They were my fatal weakness, as I was theirs.