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“Get over it already,” Paxton chided.
“Why do we let him be among us?” Axel hissed. “We don’t need him. The three of us can take care of Cookie.”
“We’ll need him at some point,” Zak said. “I’m not happy that he’s among us either after what he did to our mate, but I’m thinking long term.”
Really? The demigods think they can decide my fate and future path just like that, while I’m not even present?I snorted, though I pulled the blanket up to cover my nose as I made the noise.
Yet my logic agreed with them.
I’d survived the trial, but it had also burned away the human part of me that I’d clung to for twenty years.
I’d gone through a transformation again through mating with and feeding from a demigod.
I’d reached a new phase where I was out of my depth.
“She isn’t a human,” Paxton said. “She isn’t a descendant from any Olympian gods. She isn’t anything anyone thinks she is.”
“I don’t give a fuck what she is,” Héctor, who had been silent, snarled. “She’s my mate, my woman. Whatever she is won’t change a damn thing about my love for her.”
I knew that he loved me, but this was the first time he’d admitted it openly while I wasn’t there to receive his confession.
“Ourmate, Héctor!” Axel corrected him.
“And our mate will regularly need to feed from us,” Zak said, “mostly through sexual intercourse. It’s the most effective way for us to connect to her and let her take what she needs to sustain her and her ever-consuming power.”
“None of us is up to the task or even qualified to sate her alone,” Paxton said.
What did they take me for? A succubus? A leech?
I shivered in dread.
I could no longer lie still while they labeled me a monster.
I swung my legs off the bed and stalked to the closet.
“I need to check on my lamb,” Héctor murmured.
He must have heard me despite my attempts to stay quiet.
I dug my nose into an armful of his clothes on the racks, trying to find a shirt or something. Héctor’s whole wardrobe had only two colors—white and black, and mostly black—though everything looked expensive.
I grabbed a white, cotton shirt off the rack and shrugged it on. I inhaled cinder, night, and harsh male—Hector’s signature scent—before I buttoned up the shirt. The hem dropped down to right above my knees.
Then Héctor stood in the doorway, watching me.
His sapphire eyes glinted in the dim room since he’d closed all the curtains to make sure I slept undisturbed. His dark hair was tousled, and his striking features were as solemn as a moody melody from a finely tuned cello.
He was ruggedly gorgeous, and it tugged my heart.
His large frame filled the space. Power rolled off him—the death power that terrified all others but excited me with its beautiful caress.
My pulse instantly spiked up.
My gaze roved over the taut muscles that stretched his shirt, to his narrow hips, then his powerful legs. The memory of his naked torso flashed through my mind.
I also remembered how massive, silky, and hard his cock had felt in my hands.
I licked my lips in regret. Damn, if I’d known he was coming, I wouldn’t have gotten off the bed. I would have pretended to be asleep or half-awake and tossed the blanket off my naked body to get his blood heated a little. I’d have been able to get him into bed with me after that so I could enjoy riding him too.
