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I can't look away from Rush, though. A part of him is a little vulnerable letting me see him like this, being taken by him when he's in this state. He's not trying to hide his true nature in any way, shape, or form, and that in and of itself softens me more towards him.

I can actually feel each burst of cum as he puts it exactly where he wants it to be, and then he starts thrusting again in tiny butprecise thrusts that have him grunting and groaning which I promise is way sexier than it sounds.

It. Does. Not. Stop.

The longer he stares at me and continues to come inside of me, the more my legs start to shake until he's setting off an orgasm within me that has my whole body clenching down on him, which in turn just makes him go off even more.

This continues until my stomach is slightly swollen from the amount of cum that he's shot off inside my body. I'm a curvy girl and my stomach is far from being flat, but when I reach down to it it's definitely doughier than normal.

Yep, new kink unlocked.

“Sorry Delaney, I can't make it stop. Shouldn't be much longer,” Rush says between gritted teeth. “Leo, get underneath her. Need to have you both. Need to mark you both. You're both mine.”

The more he demons out, the fewer words he's using to communicate, and the harsher his voice gets. Leo does not need to be told twice. He unplasters me quickly from the table, using the sticky remnants on my backside to keep me in place on top of him, and then Rush is reaching between my legs to start stretching me out so he can notch Leo against me.

Poor Wil, he's going to be completely traumatized by this. What is this, the third time?

When they both finally get fully seated inside of me, Rush loses his ever-loving mind and yells out as the most intense orgasm I've ever felt locks up my entire body. I don't even notice the mashed potatoes caked on me anymore, because my stomach is squishy and I'm so stuffed full of lust that my magic practically leaps off of me and into Rush.

I feel the burn of the claim, linking us together for the rest of our lives. I'm pretty sure I'm getting the good end of the deal if I'm going to get this on the regular. I decide right then and there to stop resisting a wedding. This is low-key spectacular.

His lust is also delicious. It's flowing against my skin like silk, seeping into it, and making me full and completely woozy. I'm pretty sure cum drunk is a good look on me, but I'll check back in later.

Spencer is ready with the demon leash so that Rush won't be able to disappear this time, and look, I'm never the girl that passes out immediately after sex. I actually hate that trope. It's ridiculous to think that that's necessary to do in every scene in a book. But I'm thinking that demon cum must have some sort of element to it that makes me just want to pass the fuck out, because the room is spinning and I can't stop smiling, even as I’m carried to the shower.

The second time I wake up for the day, I've got a demon and a gargoyle wrapped around me, and I feel so damn content. I may have a table full of glitter and construction paper to contend with, a unicorn to (hopefully) amicably separate from, and likely a huge, starchy mess to clean up in the kitchen, but I'm done collecting my mates.

I've lured them all to me, and even though some of them are currently vapor outside my window somewhere, I'm optimistic that today is the day I get them back. Tomorrow's the day we'll go home, and Fairygoddess will be dealt with, unable to make us do anything else for her.

I’ll still help make this realm happy, because I said I would; but the urgency is lost, because I found my mates. The strength of my goddess's magic has a greater claim on me than that of Fairygoddess Unicorn, and I find that I feel…relief.

My right arm is clear. No more dark veins, one less false mark.

I'm going be sad for a little bit that Saladriel and I aren't going to work out because I've spent so many days thinking of what our days together might look like, but not even that can dim how good it feels to have confidence in knowing that all of my soulmates are bonded to me.

I feel like I could probably take on anything right now and succeed, because I’ll never be alone again, I’ll never have to deal with my magic spinning out of control and kickstarting orgies unless it’s a paid gig, and I will always have somebody to spend time with. That’s pretty fucking cool.

“Uh Delaney? There's somebody at the door. Two somebodies, in fact. I wanted to keep letting you sleep, but they're being pretty insistent. They claim to be Zac’s parents?”

Saladriel’s voice disappears and then he immediately comes back and pops his head in the door, a grimace on his pretty face. “Also, they claim to know the real reason this realm is being poisoned. Hope you didn't have plans today because I think you're gonna be pretty busy. Oh, also—”

I scream into the pillow.

So much for today being the day all my new and temporary dreams come true.

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One more to go...you know you can take it!

Also...I see honeybee shifters in your future. And...what's that? A MC whychoose with a trash panda??? Okay fine, your wish is granted.