He was bare except his briefs. He darted his wild eyes around, probably looking for his sword, but everything inside the bedroom was soft and fluffy. He picked up a lamp and waved it in front of him as the gang of succubi advanced on him.
“I don’t recall sleeping with any of you,” he barked. “It’s a fucking trick. I would never betray my Buttercup. Did you put something in my drink? Even drugged, I wouldn’t have slept with any woman except my one true mate.”
I sobbed at hearing his confession and declaration of fidelity.
“How do you know, lover?” another succubus said in a honey-dripped, seductive voice.
“Don’t call me that,” Paxton sneered. “I was wired that way. Once I found my mate, I’m incapable of being turned on by any other woman.”
“You’re mistaken, Demigod of Sea,” said the succubus who had laid her head on Paxton. “We can prove it to you. You want sex. Lust beats in your veins and pours out of your every pore. We can smell the arousal inside you miles away. Fuck us. We can pretend to be her. You can return to her later if you want, and she won’t know a thing about what happens here. Let us release your pressure and pleasure you to no end. We have more skills than your mate.”
The succubi moved toward him in waves, cupping their breasts, swaying their hips, one of them moving her finger inside her cunt, moaning like a whore.
My eyes burned with fire and my nostrils flared.
“You think you can replace my Buttercup?” Paxton retorted coldly. “Fuck off. Now. I have no issue hitting a woman. I was called an asshole for a reason.”
His declaration of being an asshole didn’t stop the succubi’s advance.
“No man has turned us down, tiger,” a succubus said.
They wouldn’t take no for an answer and swarmed him, ready to pull down his briefs.
“No one molests my man, twats!” I roared and lunged toward the glass wall again.
Before I could find a way to break through to his room, Paxton punched a couple of succubi, faster than lightning, and knocked them out cold with one strike each.
He’d meant what he said about hitting women, but I could forgive him for that after what they’d attempted to do to him. He was indeed an asshole to others, but he was my sweetheart.
He looked down at them at his feet for a second, then at himself.
“Where’re my clothes?” he demanded, looking around the room, before kicking down the wooden door.
“Marigold, where are you?” he roared. “Buttercup!”
The air shifted. The glass in front of me rippled and turned liquid, spitting out Paxton. He landed in a crouch, one hand planted on the ground, snarling, until he spied me.
My jaw dropped, I stared at him like an idiot, tears still glistening on my face, as if I had never seen him before.
“Buttercup, baby?” Paxton called, rushing to me.
I met him in the middle and jumped on him, my legs wrapping around his waist, my face buried against his solid shoulder and sobbed in joy.
“I thought I’d lost you.” I lifted my head and sniffed.
“You’ll never lose me, love,” he said, kissing my tears away. “But I have to confess. There were a bunch of naked women in my room. I had no idea how they got there and I lost my clothes, boots, and sword.”
“I know,” I cried.
His eyes widened. “What? How?”
“It’s Mom.” I thinned my lips and gestured at the glass walls. “We need to get to Axel and Héctor.”
I twisted my torso in Paxton’s embrace, trying to see what happened to Axel.
The air shifted again, electricity and magic sparking. One side of the glass walls had distorted out of shape. Axel was no longer in bed, and the glass spewed him out toward me.
He staggered, his eyes wild, but as soon as he saw me, he grinned.