“Really, Axel?” I pinched his chin with my tough love. “Now, let’s blow some shit up, all my beloveds. I haven’t had fun for a while.”
My mates flashed their damn sexy grins, loving the idea of blowing up shit very much.
CHAPTER 16
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The wall of the Eternal Prison—that myth said could never be breached—sundered under the onslaught of my Flame and my mates’ combined energy beam.
“Unbreakable, my ass.” I laughed.
“You’re very sexy when you giggle, Cookie,” Axel said.
“Yeah, next you’re going to tell me to smile more often,” I said good-naturedly.
We’d succeeded in restoring Héctor’s immortality. My mates had regained their demigod powers, and we’d blasted open the prison door. Mating with Paxton had put me in an especially fabulous mood, though I hoped to fuck him again soon so I could have his full hard length—every inch of it—buried deep inside me.
Zak smiled at me. “My Rosebud looks delicious even without smiling.”
“Do not encourage her,” Paxton said, his violet eyes full of heat as they roved over me. “I like her smile, especially the wicked ones.”
Héctor, however, wasn’t in a joking mood. He probably thought the return of his demigod power came with more responsibilities.
“Lamb, stay behind me,” he warned.
“Oh, yeah? Still think I’m made of glass?” I stepped off the lift and strode toward the door, swinging my hips. “I’m not the stay-behind kind of girl, Héctor, but you know that already, don’t you?” I purred.
Héctor growled.
Damn, he was so gorgeous. “Very scary, my beast. Should I wet my pants?”
Wetting my pants for my mates had a different kind of meaning here.
Still, Héctor and Paxton managed to stomp out of the door before me, with Zak and Axel bringing up the rear.
My mates would never stop being overprotective, but then nobody’s perfect.
Héctor snarled, for real this time, and Paxton cursed in a very bad way.
I peeked out. A small army had parked right outside the damaged dome, facing the collapsed wall and us.
The three bad actors—Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades—took the center stage, with Ares and Tartarus a step behind them as their sidekicks. The armored guards of Tartarus were stationed behind the gods with raised spears and golden shields near their chests, ready to battle.
And surprisingly, the Titan inmates were out of their cells, puffing up at the edge of the battle formation. Their leader was Cronus.
Zeus’s father stared at me, loathing spilling out his dark eyes like a pool of dirty water. The dude hated me more than he hated my father.
Ares flashed me a vicious smile as I surveyed our enemies.
Yeah, I saw the odds—the five of us against three original gods, one up-to-no-good war god, a spineless warden who couldn’t decide which pants to wear, a hundred-plus prison sentinels tasked to guard the Titans but turned on us, and a hundred-plus Titans, who obviously had Stockholm Syndrome.
What a colorful crowd.
“Guys.” I slanted a glance at my mates and shouted in a mocking cheer. “We’ve got a battalion of cheerleaders.” I swiped a hand toward the gods and their assembly to make sure they got it and to rile them up.
Tartarus chuckled, but he turned to cough into his fist when Poseidon threw him a harsh stare. The God of Sea was said to be the most uptight amid all the gods, though I didn’t know how he could be when he raped so many women—goddesses, immortal females, and mortal women alike.
“Ho, bitches.” I addressed the army in front of me. “I didn’t expect this degree of welcome. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but if this is a rehearsal, I have to point out that you got the costumes all wrong for being fucking cheerleaders. I insist you go change to avoid everyone laughing at you in the sports field.”