Page 120 of Sent To A Fantasy World and Now All the Men Want Me 7

Years full of happiness and lots and lots of sex. The ache in my backside was a reminder of the latter. Onyx had made love to me for most of the night, followed by us waking for breakfast, then Maddox whisking me away midday for an afternoon delight in our room.

Maybe I wouldn’t survive another half century. They might very well fuck me to death before then.

“What about Stryder?” I asked, gently squeezing Onyx’s hand. And smiling when he squeezed mine back. “Any updates about him?”

“He’s still holed up in the brothel.” Rowan slowly swung his leg. Oreo went over and sat beneath the branch, following the movement with his head.

A memory prickled at my skull. “I think his dad was one of the mercenaries who tracked me down as a baby. In the vision, one of them looked just like Stryder. Had his accent too.” I peered at Rowan. “Just like yours too.”

“Aye,” he answered. “The night of the ball when we all fought in the forest, I got the sense he was from Solynia. Didn’t have time to sit down and chat, of course, between all the killing and such. But…” His brow furrowed. “He seems familiar.”

“Familiar?” I sat up higher, curious. “Like you might’ve met him in the past?”

“Maybe,” he responded, then withdrew the dagger from his side, slowly turning it in his hand. “That blade I gave you, little treasure? He has the same one.”

Well, that did nothing whatsoever to sate my curiosity. It fueled it even higher. Was that why Stryder had been so interested in mine the night of the ball? Because he had one just like it? But why? How?

Questions to be solved another day, I guess.

My gut told me we hadn’t seen the last of Stryder.

“There you are, milord,” Callum called from a short distance away. He looked at Onyx. “I was referring to Ev, not you.”

Onyx surprised me by softly smiling and bringing my hand up to rest against his cheek. He’d started doing it more and more since I broke his curse. Always touching me and wanting me to touch him. I didn’t mind it one bit.

Fierce demon lords who were half dragon and had a secret clingy side? Sign me the hell up.

“Shoo, rabbit,” Rowan said, still swinging his leg. “You and your stench aren’t welcome here. It’s a sacred pond, you see. Just ask the fish.”

I snorted a laugh.

Callum didn’t find it nearly as funny as I did. He stooped down, snatched a rock, and sent it flying toward our redhead. And as Rowan cursed and nearly fell from the tree, that rock hitting its mark, Lake laughed so hard he fell backward on the grass, resting a hand over his shaking stomach.

“Stop your laughing, pup.” Rowan tossed an acorn down at him.

That’s when Oreo attacked. He leapt up and snagged the bottom of Rowan’s boot, pulling him from the tree. He landed in the grass with a soft thud and rubbed at his ass.

Maddox barked out a laugh and had to put a hand on Callum’s arm to remain steady. My grump of a captain rarely let down his guard enough to find anything that funny.

There was a sudden burning in my throat.

After all that had happened in the past weeks, all the confusion and fear and moments where I wondered how the hell we’d make it through to the other side, here we all were. Laughing together as the stars danced above us.

“You’ve had him long enough, demon,” Maddox said, dropping down behind me. His arms came around my waist, and he tugged me backward against his broad chest, placing a kiss to the shell of my ear. “Evening, muffin.”

“Oh, so I’m back to being a muffin, huh?” My stomach fluttered as though a thousand butterflies had been released. “I like sweetheart better.”

“You will always be my muffin,” he said in that deep voice that still gave me shivers even after all this time. “Just as I will forever be your big glutton.”

I smiled. “Forever is a long time. Think you can handle me?”

“I don’t know about him, but I certainly can,” Onyx interjected, scooting closer to me. He tossed an annoyed glance toward Maddox. There was a touch of playfulness to it though. “Though, as I’ve said before, all six of us are needed when it pertains to you and your insatiable whims.”

“With a seventh still to come,” Lake added, still lying on his back.

The final missing piece. Lupin said I’d need all seven of my mates to face what lay ahead. It made me feel like I was assembling a team of superheroes for a huge, world-saving mission.

Muffin Lord and the Seven Alphas.