my neck tenderly.
“You should take my blood, too, Rosebud,” Zak coaxed.
While I’d felt horrid about taking Axel’s blood and feeding from them through sexual intercourse, they all loved it. My demigods loved me being their monster!
Maybe they wouldn’t mind the demon blood in me? No, that was stretching it.
“Later, Bolt,” I purred lazily, and Zak wrapped his hot lips around my earlobe, sending shivers of pleasure over me.
My fingers traced along Axel’s high cheekbones, and he leaned into my touch. His eyes closed, his lush eyelashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks.
Gods, he was so beautiful, and he was mine. All of them were mine—probably even Paxton. How had I even landed all of them?
Beneath my touch, pain pulsed deeply within Axel.
He had loved his father. He’d always looked up to the God of War as his hero until he’d entered adulthood. Then he’d grown distrustful of his father as he saw more of the painful truth. However, that didn’t mean he’d loved the war god any less until he watched Ares try to take me away from his bed.
I didn’t know what exactly Ares wanted from me, but I knew in my blood that he would destroy everything and anyone in his path to get what he wanted.
Axel knew that brutal truth about his father, too.
His amber eyes flashed open and met mine, conveying a clear message—his absolute loyalty was to me, his mate. He also knew the day would come when we would meet Ares on the battlefield. I wasn’t sure if he had it in him to take out his father, but I’d try my best to spare him the battle and the pain.
“Cookie,” he said with affection, his eyes bright.
I kissed his lips hard, then I turned around and kissed Zak on the lips, too, and I wasn’t gentle.
Before they both reached out to pull me toward them, I managed to untangle myself.
“I need to check on Héctor,” I said.
The Demigod of Death had been very quiet in the basement.
Neither Axel nor Zak stopped me.
Axel used to fight Héctor all the time for my affection. But this time, he got up with me and wrapped a robe around my nudity. I smiled at him and stalked out the door.
I passed by Paxton, who lounged on a sofa, his violet eyes trailing after me with heat. His cut chest was bare, and the angry red burns across his skin from his fight with Ares hadn’t faded. He still had a hard-on, which distorted the front of his trousers, but he was no longer stroking his cock.
He knew I was heading to seek out Héctor, but he didn’t say anything. The longing and loneliness in his violet eyes suddenly made my heart ache for him.
I paused in my path, then I backpedaled toward him.
A slice of hope lit his eyes.
I planted my hands on his broad, muscled shoulders, the touch searing me. He hissed in pleasure, and my chest swelled, my nipples taut. I fought myself not to climb onto his lap, at least not yet. But I dipped my head and kissed him.
He gasped, his gratitude and desire radiating to me.
He pulled me to him as he deepened the kiss. As soon as I parted my lips for him, his tongue invaded my mouth, sweeping over my hard palate.
The Demigod of Sea tasted like beach, ice, and sin. He was just as intoxicating as the other demigods. His formidable power rivaled theirs.
His kiss grew more possessive and ravenous, and I breathed my energy into him. It was an experiment. I didn’t like always taking. I wanted to give.
He let out a rasping breath as my energy replenished him, healing him, and I learned his most inner secret.
He wanted me badly. He wanted me with his scarred soul.
I pulled back and watched the red burn from his body fade.
“You can give us energy, too, Buttercup,” he said in awe. “Your power has evolved.”
“You saw I take blood from Axel,” I said.
“The blood bond.” Paxton nodded, lust burning brighter in his violet eyes. “You’ll bond us all.”
I turned on my heels toward the stairs to the basement. It was time to take care of my Héctor.
CHAPTER 17
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My breath caught as I spotted Héctor sprawled on a cot in the center of the basement, his eyes closed. His broad, muscled chest rose and fell as his breath hissed in and out.
His obsidian wings spread out beneath him. They were mending, though the wound hadn’t completely knitted, despite the elixir he’d