“It isn’t just Loki and the demon dukes I’m worried about,” Héctor said. “What if Michael and Athena return to Earth looking for my Lamb?”
“You worry about the ward here,” Paxton said. “I’m going to bring Buttercup to my place at the Academy. That’s the most secure location, and Buttercup is tired. She yawned once already.”
Paxton pressed his lips on my temple, and I could feel lust pulsing in his veins. He had gotten to me before Axel this time and he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity and let other demigods take me.
They were going to fight over me again and soon. They couldn’t help their dominant, possessive natures. The demigods were born territorial.
My anxiety leaked through our mating bond. Paxton stopped short. The feral look left his eyes as if he suddenly remembered something.
“Héctor, why don’t we all go to your off-campus house?” Paxton said. “Buttercup likes that forest cabin.” He gave Zak and Axel a nod. “Brothers, let’s go. Our mate is sleepy.”
I smiled at my mates.
We clasped our hands and teleported.
Stars and night sky wheeled around us. That was Héctor’s new trick of shifting. He didn’t let us land in his house right away but lingered in the slipstream, showing us the wonders of the stars and letting us take a moment to ponder the significance of this—we’d come so far, we’d prevailed, and we’d bonded for eternity.
Gratitude brimmed in my heart, and lust for my mates stormed through me.
And their primal desire lapped to me like the waves of unending night.
I licked my lips, half-closed my eyes, and inhaled their intoxicating scent. The smell of pine, wine, male musk, honeysuckle, and demigod sex enveloped me, and I never wanted to escape.
They pulled me to them, their body heat radiating into me. Liquid fire pooled between my legs, drawing out a wanton whimper from me.
My mates leaned in, inhaling my arousal in male satisfaction.
An eager hand cupped my breast. Demanding fingers played in my hair. Soft, warm lips traced up my inner thigh.
They wanted to do me in the slipstream. Their control was slipping.
My skin burned with carnal need. I needed their big cocks filling me and thrusting in me. My cunt was soaked in the wet flame, the ache unbearable.
The demigods pressed hard against me, their massive erections pricking to my skin, searing me. They all wanted me at once, but there was only one me and four of them.
And I got a naughty idea.
When Héctor lost his control, driven by maddening lust, we fell through the slipstream into his forest home.
“Are you hurt, Lamb?” the death demigod called urgently in the dark.
And four girls whimpered. “We ache.”
Star light exploded into the room.
And my mates stared at me—all four Marigolds—in stunned silence.
“Boys,” all the Marigolds purred sultrily, their hands rubbing their pussies. “We’re going to have fun.”
The demigods’ lust cracked the air, yet none of them made a move.
They narrowed their heavy-lidded eyes, studying each one of me to locate the real Marigold. They thought this was another test.
Ye of little faith!
Their bulged muscles tensing and flexing, the demigods were ready for action. But their looks only grew calculating, their eyes flashing. I knew what was brewing in their heads. As soon as they singled out the original Marigold, they’d lunge and grab her before their rival could make the same move.
It was business as usual. As soon as the situation called for it, their territorial nature took over.