“How do we know where the border of her realm is?” Paxton bared his teeth at Zak.
“I think I’ll be able to feel it,” I said, biting my lip.
I wanted to fuck Paxton more than anything. I even debated the risk of being stuck here, but the idea of Héctor dying in this realm didn’t sit well with me.
“Put me down,” I said, “so I can concentrate.”
Paxton slouched onto the sofa near the back of the carriage with me on his lap, his huge erection pressing against my butt through the fabric. He gazed at me wildly as lust rode him hard and harshly, his large hand kneading my breast.
“My cock has been hard all the time, Buttercup,” he whispered.
“I know. I feel your pain, but we have to wait—”
Suddenly, the landscape shifted. Magic rippled, stuttered, and faded beneath our feet.
“We’re out of Mom’s realm,” I shrieked. “We can—”
Three vast domes suddenly loomed before the carriage, surrounded by barbed wire fencing. Double-edged blades stuck out of the knotted mesh and chain link.
“What the fuck?” Axel called in alarm.
“You’ve arrived at the Eternal Prison,” the leading Amazon guard offered in a cheerful tone. “It’s been an honor to escort you, Princess.”
She whistled and whipped the beasts brutally, her team following suit.
The beasts made a sharp U-turn, the carriage spinning violently. Paxton held me tightly in his arms, his feet planting firmly on the floor, and my other mates rushed to guard me.
Before the spinning stopped, the beasts hurled the carriage back toward the Ivory Tower. I hadn’t even registered how we’d gotten off.
The beasts, the riders, and the carriage vanished from the sight.
Paxton and I shared a tormented, lust-filled look in front of the vast, menacing gate to the Eternal Prison.
“I’m cursed, Buttercup,” Paxton said. “There’s no doubt now.”
CHAPTER 11
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“We need to come up with a plan,” I said, eyeing the gate and the razor-sharp fence. My stomach felt heavy as a rock, and the little hairs on my arms stood on end. What was Mom thinking by dumping us right in front of the prison that held the Titans?
I took a deep breath as I studied the structure. Maybe her succubi guards held a grudge against me for keeping them from bedding my mates and had intentionally tossed us out of the carriage like trash.
Either way, we were too exposed and vulnerable.
“Let’s detour to the side entrance,” Héctor said.
Zak nodded. “That’s the best we can do under the circumstances.”
Switching to a sneaky approach might be pointless now, but that didn’t stop us from trying. We jogged toward the side fence, but the formidable gate suddenly slid open from the middle.
A power I could feel but not see surged toward us. The next moment, we were lifted in the air, struggling against an invisible vice-like grip.
I screamed and swore profusely, stretching my hands toward my mates, and they roared my names, kicking in the air to try to get to me.
“Let my Lamb go!” Héctor bellowed. “I warn you, Tartarus!”
The unseen force pulled us through the open gate. It closed behind us with an ominous clank. The magic holding us afloat disappeared, and I fell to the ground, my boots thudding in the hard, packed dirt. My mates rushed to me, shielding me in a protective ring, their swords drawn.