Chapter 34

Shay

Holy fuck. Yeah, I’m thinking fuck and not frick. Pleasure like this needs a stronger word than frick. None of the scenes I played out in my head did the feeling of my mate inside of me justice. I need a new word. Shay, you’re a writer. Think of something. Nope, just fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck me.

My demigod hovers over me. His cock pushing in and out of my body in a rhythm that has my legs trembling, and I haven’t even come yet.

He laces his fingers with mine and holds my hands over his head while pulling my nipples in between his teeth.

“Oh, oh my,” slips past the moans as my no longer broken pussy explodes. She clamps Jayce’s cock tighter, pulling him in even deeper.

I hope demigods last longer than humans as I flip him over to ride him. Ride him until another cataclysmic wave of euphoria takes over.

I never imagined myself a screamer.

Jayce flips me back over. I wrap my legs around his back in a vise grip as he pounds harder and deeper.

He slows down and looks me in the eyes. “Shay, baby, should I pull out?”

“You better not.” I say with confidence, knowing I had Dr. Rayne give me a birth control shot on my visit with her. My fingernails rake across his back as he starts his rhythm again. His moans tell me he’s close to exploding.

The moonlight casts shadows across his face that’s contorting with his orgasm. I gasp when he opens his eyes, and it’s the bull staring back at me.

“Hi,” I whisper.

“Mate,” his bull tells me.

I nod and smile while rubbing my hand through his hair. “Mate.”

The bull smiles before giving Jayce back to me. “I love you, Shay.”

Jayce picked the perfect spot for tomorrow’s ceremony. Bringing these feral men to our labyrinth isn’t an option.

The abandoned Six Flags over Jazzland theme park on the outskirts of New Orleans sits like a forgotten kingdom amidst the wilds of nature. The once vibrant amusement park, now stands as a haunting reminder of Hurricane Katrina, and the devastation so many endured.

We arrive a night early to ensure we are the first ones here, and the other herd can’t setup any surprises.

The one unexpected turn is bad enough. When Evangeline realized that Frank and Peter weren’t among the men going to take part, she ran like her skirt caught fire. Circe grabbed Penelope by the wrist before she could do the same. Poor girl still trembles while clutching Circe.

Tara stopped to wish us luck. Knowing we need three women from our herd for the ceremony to continue, Tara didn’t hesitate to take Evangeline’s place.

“Tara. No!” Nikolaos barked.

She gave him the finger before lacing her arm with Cill and me.

Jayce calmed him down. “I don’t like it either, but she’s safe. We now only risk two of our heifers.”

“Why is she so bound and determined to settle down before she’s even lived?”

“I don’t think that’s what this is about. She knows the importance of what we’re doing, and she can help. Without her, we’d forfeit our women because we failed to abide by the terms.”

Neither of them were quiet, so we all heard the entire exchange. Nikolaos hung his head, defeated. I’m not sure why he’s making Tara wait now that she’s an adult. Not my business.

We parked our vehicles out of view. As we approach, the towering roller coasters stand like skeletal giants against the backdrop of the Louisiana sunset. Their once colorful tracks now faded and rusted.

Weeds and vines have claimed the area, snaking through the cracks in the pavement and winding around the decaying structures.

The main entrance gate, once alive with families eager for thrills, now creaks in the wind, and its once festive ambiance muted by layers of dust and neglect.

Tattered flags flutter weakly from their poles, an echo of the park’s former glory.

The occasional creak of metal or the rustle of leaves in the breeze breaks the eerie silence as we scout the area.

Empty food stalls and souvenir shops hover like ghostly relics, their windows shattered, and interiors littered with trash and leaves.

Off in the distance, a Ferris wheel leans over the abandoned landscape, its motionless gondolas hang by their pivots in the still air.

It’s a scene frozen in time; a harsh reminder of memories left to fade away.

Circe jumps as a racoon crosses her path.

We’re trespassing, but out here in the middle of nowhere, we’re not likely to get caught.

“It took y’all long enough to get here,” Willow snarks. She’s here to hide Circe, Penelope, and Tara’s patérs. They’ve come as backup in case things go wrong.

Willow accepts a lock of hair from each of them for the whammy she plans to place over the area.

No one—not even us—will see or smell the three of them anywhere in the park.

Frank and Peter aren’t here because Jayce thought our parents might still need protection. While twelve of the men from their herd must show or they forfeit the ceremony, our mates have covered every scenario that occurred to us. If only we knew whether their numbers had grown since Emjay’s escape.

“This is exciting,” Tara says while we roll out sleeping bags.

Priscilla and I look at her like she’s grown another head.

She rubs her hands together like they’re in front of a fire. Her contagious smile brings one out of each of us.

“Look, I know you’re scared. Scared of the unknown. Afraid of these creeps, but a mated male is stronger than an unmated one. Even feral ones. It doesn’t matter if all hell breaks loose, they won’t lose.”

Oh, to be young and na?ve again.