Half-Blood Academy 3 Magic Fury an academy reverse harem fantasy romance - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,58

drunk. Hell’s venom in his bloodstream must be impeding his healing. My throat bobbed with emotion at his pain.

My gaze traced his eight-pack stomach to a trail of golden hair that disappeared into his loose trousers. He was so large, so masculine, yet perfectly proportioned. His every muscle was as refined as a poem.

My core clenched at the sight of him. I could watch him like this forever. No, I’d do more than watch. I wanted to lick his sun-kissed skin, which glinted under the light streaming through the half-moon windows above us.

Héctor flashed open his eyes. As soon as they alighted on me, they heated like a thousand suns, basking me in warmth and aching need.

His firm, curvy lips curled up at the corner. He always liked how I reacted to him. Around him, I couldn’t disguise my desire.

“Come to me, lamb,” he demanded huskily as he half-leaned back, his elbow supporting part of his weight.

Taut muscles rippled across his bulging biceps, and a lock of rich brown hair dropped into his eyes.

I remembered how I’d first met him in a dream, how his merciless, masculine beauty had mesmerized me. And his sapphire eyes, full of lethal death light, had come alive at the sight of me.

I dropped my robe, revealing my nudity, my nipples tightening in need of his caress.

The death demigod inhaled sharply, his eyes shining with raw need and scorching lust. His heated gaze was glued to the valley between my thighs.

I swayed my hips as I strode toward him.

“Woman, you’re going to be the death of me if you keep seducing me like this,” he hissed.

But I could tell how much he liked this side of me.

I had changed a lot. I was no longer the Marigold who dove into battle headfirst with a sword raised high, shouting profanities. My feminine side had swirled alive after I’d mated with the demigods, and I’d gained a few seductive tricks in the process.

I was more of a woman than a girl now.

I climbed onto Héctor, straddling him, my hands planting on his cut chest.

“Thinking of fucking me?” I purred.

“I think of fucking you every waking moment, lamb,” he said roughly. “You have no idea. Just now, I’d give anything to have your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock.”

My blood heated. The Demigod of Death could talk dirty.

“Tempting,” I said sultrily.

He stared up at me, and a swirl of stars from the hidden galaxy wheeling in his eyes shared part of his ancient history that I hadn’t known.

“I’ll bury my cock so deep inside you as no one else can, and you’ll never forget it, woman,” he said, and his deep, rich voice made my core clench with raw need. “I’ll cum deep in your throat, and you’ll know what a man like me can do to you.”

We’d always been a sweet couple. I’d never played with him like this, stoking the flame of his lust to a fever.

My Héctor was deadly to any other beings except me and his demigod cousins. Even now beneath me, his lethal death light pulsed. But it would never harm me.

I freed a hand and traced a thumb along his lower lip, like what he used to do to me.

“It’s good to know you want to screw me raw and rough, old boy,” I purred. “But I’ll fuck you and make you beg and scream first.”

He growled his approval.

“Fuck me, my lamb who has fangs,” he said, a wicked smile tugging up his sensual lips and promising all things sinful and dirty. My stomach flipped. “Fuck me hard with bites.”

I grabbed his pants, gave them a musing glance, and tore them apart.

The rip sounded barbaric, and maybe the act was a bit unwomanly, but I displayed my great strength.

The Demigod of Death needed to understand where I came from. I was a Titan’s daughter, after all. So maybe it was time for me to truly own my birthright, starting now.

His massive, gorgeous cock jerked up proudly, eager to be fucked.

I stared at it, mesmerized by its pure masculine beauty.

“What are you waiting for, lamb.” Héctor chuckled in dark amusement, thick desire rippling from his sexy laugh.

I gave his naked, magnificent torso a lingering, appreciative look. I wanted to lick his every beautiful, hard ridge and then suckle his dick brutally.

His shaft jerked again impatiently, urging me to get on with it.

I leaned down and crushed my mouth onto his. My hand found the head of his manhood and pumped down its length