“Oh, fuck,” Viper groaned.
That's when I felt my husbands in another way, all of them connected to my mind and therefore my pleasure, joined through the Blood-to-Heart oaths that bound us. They shuddered around me, hard, male bodies jerking and clenching through a female orgasm. It sent several of them over, including Odin, whose hips locked up as he came into my mouth. I drank him down even as I moaned through the aftershocks of bliss, body twitching as if touched by a live wire.
And that was just the beginning.
As soon as we recovered from that first release, I was lifted so Azrael could slide beneath me. He must have lubricated himself while I was busy with the others because when his shaft pressed at my backside, it did so slickly, and he easily slipped past that tight ring of muscle, delving carefully, then more confidently as I opened to him. Knowing this was a delicate process, the others held back and waited for us to get comfortable.
“Oh, sweet Angel cock!” I cried.
“I've got her,” Azrael grunted and clasped my waist. “She's ready.”
Az bent his knees, bringing them up between my legs to spread them wider and lift me, angling my hips so that my sex was presented Kirill, who had risen to his knees. The Lion God grunted, his broad hands coasting over my belly before he took his cock in hand and guided it to my sex. Holding my gaze, he entered me—an even slicker entrance than Azrael's. Azrael went still beneath me to make it easier on Kirill, and then I was blissfully full, physically merged with two of my husbands.
Kirill grabbed my hips, and I gripped his forearms. An unspoken signal passed between the men, and they began to pump in unison, both of them entering me, then pulling out with the same rhythm. Their steady thrusting allowed the other men to move closer. Odin and Trevor flanked us, lying on their sides to bend their heads over my breasts. As they sucked at me and stroked themselves, Re took my left leg and spread kisses up and down my thigh. His shaft hit my calf as he worked himself rapidly, yet another layer of delight.
With that overload of sensation, my mind spiraled into crackling, nipple-tightening pleasure, into a place full of magical eyes and strong hands. A world of silken hair in a multitude of colors and eager fingers caressing my flesh. A realm where lust reigned without limits. There, every desire was honored.
“I love you,” Azrael whispered into my ear.
I screamed his name as I came again, ass and pussy clenching around pounding cocks. Not only did my pleasure hit them this time but also my love. Emotion zinged down those magical lines and detonated their desire, sending them all into savage release. Kirill and Azrael filled me while the others covered me in hot, liquid ribbons. Then we collapsed together in a heap.
“Damn it,” Azrael growled against my neck. “I wanted to pound your tight ass for at least another half an hour before I filled it.”
I gasped, aftershocks and naughty words sending me shooting back into arousal.
Trevor groaned and then grunted as my lust hit him. “Thanks, Az. That did the trick. Now move aside, that ass is mine.”
Chapter Ten
The next day, I went downstairs with my husbands and kids to find Torrent waiting for us at the dining room table with Artemis.
“You two went home last night, right?” I asked.
The sound of running kids came from behind me and then little voices, crying Salem's name.
“And they're off!” Trevor declared with a wave at the front door.
I frowned over my shoulder, hoping that Salem was awake and finished with his breakfast. The night before, I'd told him about the farm we had on the east side of the property and the animals I'd made with territory magic. They were real and yet not. Real enough to eat and nourish you, but not real enough to feel fear or pain, even when a dragon selected one of them for breakfast. They were a completely different breed from the antelope I stocked the grasslands with. Those were meant for hunting—cats need to hunt or they get too frisky. That being said, I didn't want Salem hunting them. It was one thing to be hunted by a pride of lions, as they might be on Earth, but if a dragon swooped down from the sky and started picking them off, they might drop dead of heart attacks or get so frightened that life became a nightmare for them. Real or not, I didn't want them living in constant fear. Which is why I directed Salem to the farm.
But I didn't want the kids to see him eating. Dragons don't have table manners.
“Damn, I didn't consider what the care and feeding of a dragon would be,” I muttered.
“You of all people should have known,” Artemis said, then sipped her coffee.
“And yes, we went home last night,” Torrent added. “But we came back this morning so we could get started on the church.”
“You're ready?” Re asked.
“Yep.”
“Damn, that was fast.”
“I told you that I only needed a few hours.”
I walked past them, going into the kitchen while they started to discuss the construction plans. After getting a cup of tea, I sat down beside Odin and finally noticed what Torrent had brought with him.
“Are those blueprints?” I asked.
