42. The Answer
42
THE ANSWER
JADE
M y mind is still spinning with the revelation that Maxum and I are both demon royals. I always knew I could be a royal pain in the ass. Now it’s official.
Maxum is a bigger deal in hell than he ever let on. No one in our pack knew. He begrudgingly confessed that he could have had his father’s seat on the council if he had challenged him for it. But he didn’t want a demon’s life, especially one of a ruler.
The guys are being brats about it and calling him The Prince of Morally Gray .
All too soon, it’s time to part ways with my father. He says he has a few things to take care of to ensure my safety.
“If any demons show up, fight with all you have,” my father says, then gives me his secret demon name so I can summon him if I need him and asks Maxum to teach me how to dial-a-demon.
I give my father a shaky hug goodbye and a promise to keep in touch.
Maxum gives him our contact information so we can connect in the future since our pack intends on a lying low for a while.
Osen has hinted it’s a mating honeymoon.
I’m a bit surprised when Maxum portals us back to his lake house as the sun sets behind the rolling mountains.
“I thought this place was compromised and not safe anymore,” I say, taking in the beautiful sight. This house was the first place to truly feel like a home.
“We’re free to return now that Galiana and Rob are no longer a threat, and it seems her minions are dead, too,” Osen explains.
“Amira also gifted me the secret of her powerful wards so I can create them around the property,” Maxum adds.
Happiness bubbles out of me that my pack has their home again. It was always meant to be their permanent retreat. I nuzzle into Calder’s chest, and Osen presses behind me and kisses the top of my head.
“Stop hoggin’ her.” Arran grasps my hand and pulls me free from the love sandwich. He turns to rub it in their face that he now has me and sticks out his tongue.
Flint uses the moment to sneak attack, snatches me up, and runs toward the house. He has the widest grin I’ve ever seen.
“Hey!” Arran whines and gives chase.
Maxum races ahead like a bullet. It’s stunning how powerful they are. My demon prince unlocks the front door and flings it open.
I peek over Flint’s massive shoulder to see the others clamoring and shoving to be the next through the door.
Their faces are filled with joy and childlike excitement. My heart glows seeing them drop all their past suffering to play.
Flint slides me down his rock-hard body, but with just enough give in his flesh to remind me what I gifted him during our mating. He turns me to face the open plan living area with the attached gourmet kitchen.
The entire place is filled with a hundred fae wildflower arrangements, comprised of species I came to adore during our travels. A few dozen candles light up with magic to romantically illuminate the space. A banner hangs above the glass patio doors, reading “Welcome home, our beautiful mate.” The sign is inexpertly hand painted, but I think I love it even more because of its rustic, heartfelt style.
Home .
My eyes fill with happy tears as my guys crowd around me.
I have a home, not just a house with my stuff inside it.
My guys are that home. No matter where I go, as long as they are with me, I have all I need.
Something zooms past us, and I jerk back, quickly realizing it’s Sage as she does a fun kick in the air and spins like a furry ninja.
“You licked them all!” she says like it’s her victory cry.
I bark out a laugh. “Yes, I licked them all. They’re mine now.”
“About time,” Trouble snarks. “What took you so long?”
“Hey!” I argue. “It was pretty fast for human standards.”
“Well, you aren’t a human, are you?” he huffs.
“Touché.” I roll my eyes and mutter. “I have the sassiest familiar ever.”
“Believe it or not, I’ve heard others can be more obnoxious,” Arran shrugs.
Maxum leads us to his old bedroom that Arran and I shared with him the last time we were here. When he opens the door, there is a gigantic bed that will fit all six of us. My eye travels around the large room to find various sex furniture like leather chaises for hitting the perfect angle, harness swings, and dungeon apparatus with tie downs.
“Fuck, yes.” Osen runs a hand over the leather and grins wickedly. “This is perfect.”
And I have to agree. We’ll have a lot of fun in here. But I will also want quiet, snuggle time with each of them, and the soft bed looks just as inviting. He shows me the closet full of comfy clothes and sexy underwear and a few costumes for play time.
I give Maxum a hug and look up into his glowing obsidian eyes. “Thank you.”
“Jade needs to eat.” Flint places a kiss on my cheek and rushes back out to the kitchen to cook. He’s such a caretaker, and my heart warms with the realization that this is the first time in all my years that I have not only one person to keep me safe and happy, but five.
We follow Flint into the beautiful spacious kitchen, asking how we can help.
When I study the living room and kitchen, I notice that somehow the damage created by the magical fight with Rob, Floofer, and Galiana has been completely erased. Maxum must have had people repairing our home this whole time.
Maxum puts on some music with a beat, and we burst out in laughter when we recognize the song Monster Mash . We have an impromptu dance party as we make dinner. I find myself laughing, grinding, and swaying with all of them at some point.
Flint has some secret dirty moves that have all the guys nodding their approval.
“Dang,” Osen says with interest. “I can’t wait to watch Flint fuck you. I bet he rocks your world.”
My face and core heat with that image. “Yes, he does rock me hard and makes the earth quake,” I say with a wink. “But you’ll need to ask him if he wants an audience.”
Flint lifts my chin so I’m looking up at his bold and masculine face. He sees the flush of my cheeks. “Does that excite you, Heartstone? To have me show them how I take care of your needy little pussy?”
“ Fuuuck ,” I hiss and my knees give out. My innocent gargoyle is developing a naughty vocabulary, and I’m here for it. “You can’t just blindside me, talking dirty like that, Flint. My heart can’t handle it.”
He holds me to his bare chest, and his pronounced bulge presses into my stomach through his pants.
“I’ve been reading your books,” he confesses.
I blush, remembering some of the things I’ve written. Will he recite dialogue and reenact the scenes for me?
“Screw dinner. I want to take care of our mate, and properly anoint this entire house with our mate’s orgasms and our cum,” Osen announces.
The rest of my mates crowd around me, and I’m overheating with their rapt attention. Dang. It’s one thing to write or read this stuff, but it’s intimidating as fuck when five insanely hot and large males devour me with a hungry look.
“I don’t think I’m going to survive this,” my voice pitches high with nervousness.
“My phoenix senses don’t foretell a death, so you’ll live… happily,” Calder says with a wicked grin. “We’re going to fuck you until you pass out from bliss and then rouse you again so we can give you another round of pleasure.”
Flint lifts me so I’m sitting on the kitchen island, and instantly the other guys clear the surface. He kisses me slowly, pouring his love for me into such a simple act and I feel treasured, like the most precious gem.
Multiple hands caress every inch of my body as they strip off my shirt and bra. I’m guided to lie back against the cool tile and Flint slides my pants off. Claws drag against the rise of my hipbone and then slice through my underwear.
I gasp with the sudden breeze of air against my soaked pussy. He lifts my legs and stretches me open for their viewing. My feet are set out as far as possible on the edge of the counter.
I cover my face, slightly embarrassed at my being on display. I hope I don’t look like an uncooked turkey like this.
May the stuffing commence!
It’s one thing for one or even two of my guys to take a gander at my nether regions, but when I glance down and see five sets of lust-filled eyes devouring the sight of me, I have the urge to either have one of them inside me or to snap my legs shut. I vote for option one.
Both Osen and Calder lean in and their tongues battle over my folds, spearing me. My back arches off the cool tile with the incredible sensation.
Maxum appears over my head from the other side of the island, leaning down and claiming my mouth with his forked tongue. His warm hands brace the sides of my face and then one hand slips down to clamp over my throat. He squeezes just enough to light my body on fire with need. “I know what I’m craving for dinner.”
Arran and Flint massage and suck on my tits, drawing the pebbled nipples into their mouths. Osen’s thick fingers slide into my channel, and my clit aches as Calder bites down just enough to make me come undone.
My whole body vibrates. My magic electricity crawls over my flesh. I buck, almost sending me flying if I weren’t being grounded by five gorgeous monsters.
Osen places light kisses over my low belly and moves upward to finally place his lips on mine. “Are you ready for us, our shadowflame?”
The combination of their mating nicknames is perfect to represent the love we share.
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips. I know he’s only asking about sex, but when I answer, it means more than that. I’m ready for all of them, for our lives to truly begin with each other.
His eyes swirl with shadow and the promise of making my fantasies come true.
One of his shadowtendrils brushes up against my tight hole and slides inside.
Then I feel the cool liquid move alongside, using his fingers.
“Where the hell did you get that lube?” Arran asks in confusion.
“What? I keep some in every room,” Osen says flippantly, like that’s what everyone does.
“You gonna plow my back forty?” I joke, using ranching terminology because I’ve read a cowboy romance.
Osen teases back. “Nah, I’m going to drill for cum. Pretty sure I’m going to stroke my payload.”
I’d chuckle, but I’m being lifted by his shadows and positioned with my back to him. Calder steps in front of me and admires Osen’s shadowtendril-rigging as I’m harnessed upright so they can both have their way with me. My legs are spread and Calder’s hand cups my mound and he slips two fingers into my cunt. All the while Osen makes me ready to take him in my ass.
Dipping down, Calder licks and nibbles along my neck until he bites my nipple, and I cry out with a delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
That’s apparently Osen’s cue to place the head of his cock at my back entrance. The slow stretch as he sinks me down onto him has me sweating and moaning.
Once he’s fully seated, he stills inside me, and Calder notches his cock and presses inside my pussy.
“So full. I… I… please, move,” I beg.
And they do. They both work in tandem like this is some dance. Their hot mouths are on my neck. They kiss each other over my shoulder as I watch and clench around their shafts.
They groan and become frantic in their thrusts, as if this is a race, but we are all going to win. Osen wraps his shadow around Calder’s balls and the base of his cock, squeezing and stroking. Another shadow flicks and rubs my clit until I’m fluttering around them.
Calder’s wings unfurl and light on fire as he cries out, “I’m coming. Goddess, I love you, Jade, Osen.” He bucks into me and spasms.
His hot seed fills me. My orgasm hits me hard, and it prolongs his release. Our pleasure triggers Osen, and he unloads in my ass.
Osen peppers kisses over my neck and shoulder, murmuring his gratefulness for having us in his life.
As soon as they slip out of me, Maxum has me in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, but don’t have enough strength to keep them there. Arran and Flint come to my rescue, and each holds a leg and supports my back as they lift me high enough so Maxum can fuck me.
Maxum’s tail presses in my ass, using Osen’s release as a lube. His textured cock rubs against my cum covered pussy, making my toes curl with the wicked sensation. “You will have no doubt who you belong to by the time this night is over.”
“And you’re all mine !” I growl back, feeling every bit the demoness that I am.
“Yes, we are, our beautiful monster fucker,” Maxum says with a smirk as he thrusts into me, and I cry out with the invasion. His tail and cock claim me all over again. He fists my hair and tilts my head backward as he clamps his sharp teeth over my delicate throat. If I didn’t have complete trust in him, I’d freak out with this move, but I’m turned on. He’s part crazed, perhaps just as much or more than Serky like this.
Maxum is ramming into me with such ferocity that if I were a mere human, it would leave bruises. Maybe a broken bone. But I’m no longer fragile. With his rhythmic pounding against my clit and how he’s simulating all the right spots inside me, I scream with the orgasm that hits me like a freight train. He plows into me just like one too as he chases his own bliss. His cum fills me with a groan and a shout from his mouth still around my neck.
I must lose consciousness briefly, because the next thing I know, Flint is carrying me over to the living room. He clutches me to his chest as he places a soft throw on the couch and sets me down gently.
My gargoyle stands and shifts to his huge true form. His pants are still on, but I can see the giant bulge pressing against the fabric.
“Do you need a break, Heartstone?” he asks via our mind link.
I shake my head no. I want all of them, and I want them now . I need this to remember we survived. We need to celebrate that we are all together.
Digging into my supernatural side, I find the strength to sit. My face is level with his groin, and I stare up at his pale gray eyes that shine with love.
My fingers hook on his waistband, but I don’t reveal him. “You don’t have to hide. You’re perfect and gorgeous. And I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
The other guys glance at each other with intrigue glinting in their eyes.
Flint sighs and nods for me to pull his pants down.
Once his fully erect double cocks are revealed, there are gasps.
“Go ahead.” He mutters, appearing resigned to the ridicule he expects. “Make your jokes now.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Calder almost shouts his awe. “I’m jealous as hell.”
“Me too, and I have shadowcocks,” Osen adds, but he knew about Flint from when he was possessing me.
“Yeah, buddy.” Maxum pats him on the shoulder. “I expected you were packing, but damn, that’s impressive.”
“And his cum tastes like candy,” Arran grins.
Flint’s hunched shoulders straighten, and he smiles shyly. “Jade likes them, and that’s all that matters.”
“I love everything about you,” I correct and lean for to lick over the heads of his two cocks, humming when his sweet taste delights my tongue.
Flint moans. “Suck my cocks like a good girl.”
I almost choke at his naughty order. I want to argue that I’m hardly a girl, but fuck, compared to his four hundred years, I am.
Besides, he’s owning his sexiness right now, and I encourage it by taking one of his cocks down to the back of my throat. While I stroke the second one.
“I need to be inside you,” he growls, the floor below us rumbling with his power. He pulls out of my mouth, drops to his knees. Taking my hips in his firm hands, he draws me to the edge of the couch, my back hitting the cushions with the force of his need. He lines up his cocks with my cunt and ass. Without warning, he plows inside me.
I cry out with the sheer pleasure of feeling him inside me.
Flint is a fucking machine, thrusting with a speed that defies his bulk. The fullness and friction are driving me wild, and I’m thrashing under him. His huge wings expand, but instead of blocking the other guys out, he pulls them all closer.
“Holy shit,” Arran whispers. “I’m going to come just watching this.”
“Fuck her mouth, Arran,” Flint orders.
“Stars and stones, is Flint a secret dom?” Osen squeals with glee. “I might be falling in love.”
Calder grabs the back of Osen’s head, fists his hair, and kisses the ever-living fuck out of him. “ I’ll dom you. Get on your knees and suck the taste of our mate on my cock.”
“Yes, sir.” Osen drops to his knees. Like a man possessed himself, he swallows Calder down to the root.
Damn, they are beautiful together.
Half shifted and in a lusty daze, Arran finally registers that Flint gave him an order. He leaps up on the couch and presents his aching cock leaking pre-cum.
I lap up the slippery fluid, and he slips his shaft into my mouth to the flare of his knot.
Flint’s consistent motion becomes jerky as he gets closer to falling off the edge of bliss. “You’re so gorgeous. Magnificent. A perfect fit for our hearts. You take our cocks so well. Made for us.” He grunts out the last words. “I love you, Heartstone.”
Our bodies arch together and my pussy and ass squeeze down on his shafts, milking them. His cum fills me, his cocks pulsing inside. I cry out around Arran’s cock.
My body is a puddle of noodle limbs, and Arran pulls from my mouth.
A tongue licks the cum from between my thighs and works its way to my tender pussy. When Arran swipes over my clit, I buck into the air and then collapse again.
“Sloppy fifths.” Arran smirks and licks his lips. “And it tastes so good.”
I stare down between my thighs to watch my werewolf. He’s part Serky and part Arran, in a sexy blend of man and monster. Serky’s wildness shines in his golden glowing eyes, but I sense Arran feels just as wild with the need to claim me now.
He pulls back and flips me over onto my stomach, and my chest lands on the seat of the couch. Arran leans over my body and wraps his hands around my waist and plunges his cock inside me. His knot slams against my clit and labia. I moan, anticipating the glorious stretch I’m about to experience.
I idly realize why he’s last, because his knot will lock inside me and keep me as his for however long his knot remains engorged.
Arran’s hand slides down and his clawed fingers drag over my clit. The thrill of danger races up my spine.
Calder shouts, spilling down Osen’s throat.
The pure debauchery of the night has me coming on Arran’s cock. When he feels my pussy spasming around him, he snarls and pushes his knot all the way inside.
I shout with the overly full feeling, and the sensation cascades into another orgasm on the heels of the first. Arran howls as he releases his load.
All four of my other mates howl with him, and I do too.
It feels like we’re a true pack in that moment. Wild and bonded beyond anything I ever believed possible for me.
Everyone collapses onto the couch beside us. Serky doesn’t take issue with all of them touching and kissing me as we wait for his knot to empty and deflate. I don’t think I’ve ever been so relaxed and contented in all my life.
Osen breathes out. “I’m officially dead .”
We all grumble at his horrible joke.
“Too soon?” He laughs as we agree. “Well, I am, because this is heaven.”
A smile slides over my face as I understand what he means. I am in heaven and heaven is being in the arms of my loves.