Chapter 458: One Hell Of A Heat (The Moon Goddess)

’You don’t get to mark me’ was the hill Kael had chosen to die on and the hill was getting steeper with every second because the woman asking was clenching around him and the clenching was making the hill very difficult to defend and the defense was the only thing keeping him off that step with the other three.

"Good girl. Ride me just like that. Keep squeezing my cock."

Her hand shot up behind her, gripping his hair, whimpers turning into moans as her hips rolled down onto his cock in frantic, needy movements. Sweat slicked the space between their bodies.

Then he did something he hadn’t done with her before. Not like this. He covered her entire cunt with his hand. He rubbed hard in rapid side-to-side movements, grinding down with pressure.

The wet friction of his palm sent jolts up through her stomach and into her chest.

"That’s it ... soak my fucking hand. Such a good girl for taking my cock in ... now be an even better girl and squirt all over my palm."

She’d done that twice with Kael and Maddox, and she had chosen to lock that in the vault of things to never think about again because it was embarrassing. But at the moment all she could think about was getting her fangs into him.

"Kael... " she gasped, fighting the rising pressure.

"That’s right, keep clenching and fighting it. It’s only going to make you squirt harder."

"Let me mark you."

SLAP.

He smacked her clit. "Bad girl."

His hand immediately went back to rubbing her. All she could do was take it as the friction rose, her clit was on fire. The dual sensations forced broken sounds from her throat.

Her body thrashed in his lap, her abs contracting so violently her upper body curled forward.

Something she’d been clenching against since his hand started moving broke open and the breaking was not a release, it was a surrender. The orgasm detonated, then kept detonating, wave after wave slamming through her before the last one finished.

A noise escaped her as she squirted forcefully, hot wetness pulsing out with every spasm. His chest rumbled in satisfaction while he continued to relentlessly rub her and he picked up the pace.

Her body was still seizing from the first when the second wave stacked on top of it. She couldn’t breathe between contractions, her lungs refusing to cooperate while her muscles were in full revolt.

"Kael let me mark you ..." she tried again.

"You want to mark me? Earn it." His hand pressed harder. "Say you love me first."

"I love you, Kael."

His lips pressed to her ear. "I love you too."

The combination of his thick cock buried in her and his palm grinding her clit in vicious side-to-side strokes left her completely helpless.

The noise he made wasn’t like any she’d heard.

She felt his orgasm through their matebond and the cooling spurts explode deep inside her, each powerful jet soothing the searing sensation.

He didn’t relent on her pussy and continued rubbing her even as he came. Her breath came in short, frantic gasps, her chest heaving rapidly. She tried to fight the second wave, her hands clutching his arm tightly.

Just as she thought he was finished, his rhythm turned feral again. "You feel that pressure building again? Squirt for me a second time, baby."

A deep, pulsing heat bloomed low in her stomach and spread outward. Her hand locked around his forearm.

She dragged it forward, turned her head, and sank her fangs into the muscle of his arm. The bite was sharp and sudden, venom hitting immediately as she held on.

"Fuck ... Guinevere—"

His words cut off mid-sentence, turning into a grunt as his cock throbbed deep inside her. Another release ripped through him, flooding her with more cool jets of cum.

Her body immediately reacted. With a sound somewhere between a moan and a sob, she came apart again for him.

The orgasm hit like a chain reaction, each contraction triggering the next, causing her to squirt a second time. She milked him with such force that another release tore through him.

The chain had no end point. Each reaction caused the next one and the next one caused the one after and her body stopped being a body and became a circuit that was completing itself over and over, each completion forcing another wave of wet heat out of her that she had no authority over.

Her venom traveled through Kael’s arm and she felt it hit his bloodstream through their matebond, a warm current flowing out of her and into him. His grip on her hip tightened. Then loosened. Then loosened more. The heat in her core, the fire that had been running her body like a furnace all night, dimmed. Not gone. But dimmer. Manageable. For the first time since the pool, she could think without the thinking being on fire.

Kael’s head dropped against her shoulder. His breathing evened out. His arms went slack. His upper body was on the stone. His lower body was still in the water. His pants were at his knees. His face, even unconscious, carried the faint ghost of a smirk.

She blinked. Blinked again.

The courtyard was quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you realize how goddamn loud you were just being.

She looked to her left. Nicholas was slumped against the step, unconscious, pants around his thighs. She looked to her right. Maddox was sprawled beside him, unconscious, in the same condition. Next to them, Landon was draped across the stone, glowing faintly, swim shorts somewhere the pool had claimed.

She looked down at Kael behind her. Unconscious. Pants down. Arm still warm where her fangs had been.

Four men. Four matebonds. Four sets of pants in various states of removal. Landon’s swim shorts were completely gone. The pool had taken them.

She blinked a third time. The blinking did not help.

The step had become a shelf of unconscious kings organized by species: wolf, dragon, wolf-light hybrid.

Kael had avoided the shelf by passing out on the pool’s edge, which was the most Kael thing possible because even unconscious the man refused to be grouped with the others.

She had personally fucked and knocked out every man in the courtyard and was now the only conscious person in a very well-lit crime scene.

Usually she was the one who passed out after marking, but right now she felt great. Fantastic, actually, which was surprising because she should be too goddamn sore to walk. But she wasn’t. The heat was gone. The pressure was gone. The bleeding was gone.

Hopefully, none of them would remember this because she had marked them and that made memory foggy.

???

The gods were frozen, staring at the screen, unable to look away.

Jaws. Down. All of them.

Nobody spoke for four seconds, which in god-time was an eternity.

"I am not going to lie. That was one hell of a heat," the Moon Goddess commented, speaking for the first time.

"Sixteen minutes," the Goddess of Fate replied. She had a sundial ready. "Shadowfell and Drakencrest got four minutes. Ashenvale got five minutes. Solveil got three."

The gods gave knowing nods.

"Can we rewind?" the God of War asked. "I want to see the dare again."

The footage rewound. Maddox’s voice played back: "Take one more step, Solveil. I dare you."

Landon took the step.

The terrace erupted.

The God of War threw his head back and laughed so hard his chair moved. The Goddess of Fate clapped in a rhythm that was uncomfortably similar to Kael’s clapping in the hallway. The Moon Goddess, who had arrived with the composure of a deity who had seen everything, pressed her lips together so hard they went white.