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“Come for me again, Harlow,” he demanded. His shadows made sure I obeyed my commander. I was already so turned on, it didn’t take much more than a few brushes of the icy tendrils for me to come undone.

Monty’s sharp teeth sank into my shoulder, piercing through skin until blood was trickling down around it. He didn’t let up until I was fighting back against the pain, shoving him off of me in an attempt to dislodge him.

Monty was unshakable as he came. He wasn’t like fucking a human or hybrid, everything about him was cold, including his release that left me shaking as he claimed me, inside and out.

Finally, he pulled away and licked the wound clean, a rumble of satisfaction at how he’d marred my perfect skin.

The moment I was out of Monty’s grasp, I crawled over to Kol. He hadn’t gone far, he’d simply dragged himself to sit against the desk as he recovered. I shifted him until he was lain on his back with me straddling his hips. I sat back far enough I could stroke his cock with my fingers, working him up before sinking on top of him.

Seeing a gargoyle’s eyes roll back was satisfying. It made me feel sexy and powerful. Two things I’d never considered as a human but in this new life, I was embracing them.

Gargoyles might not feed on emotions and heightened senses like Monty and the other demons did, but Kol needed a boost, regardless. As I rocked my hips, I pulled on Helheim’s power and fed it slowly into him as we fucked.

When I couldn’t focus any longer, I let it fall away and shamelessly rode him as I chased another orgasm. Monty’s eyes bored into me as his shadows traced over my skin. If not for his intense gaze, I might have thought the touches were unintentional.

Soon Kol was strong enough to meet me thrust for thrust. Sex with him was bruising and I knew if I were still human, he’d have to hold back. But now he didn’t bother, knowing my body could take it. In fact, I fucking loved it.

His hands trailed over my skin as if he were learning my body all over again or we’d been apart for ages.

Or maybe he was reassuring himself I was alive and that he was too.

The scars Hel left in her wake were ones that wouldn’t heal quickly. It didn’t matter though, because I had most of my guys back and I wouldn’t rest until I had them all.

ChapterEight

Harlow

“Do you need to sit or something?” I asked Elkan as he stumbled behind us. I was worried about the poor demon. He looked even worse by the time Kol, Monty, and I came back to the lower level to find him.

I couldn’t fuck Drake’s dad into health like I did the others. He was on his own in that regard.

He opened his mouth to speak but collapsed instead. Hel had used this poor demon, punished him, and taken everything from him. He had a bond with Sarah still and I couldn’t let him wither away. They deserved a chance to reunite.

I had to help.

He’d said I could appoint people to certain roles like a warden and advisers, and maybe doing that was what he needed. He wasn’t the average demon thrown in prison; he’d had power taken as well.

There was no formality, only me holding onto my determination as I locked into the magic of Helheim and gave him a position. If the change wasn’t instantaneous, then I might have been worried it didn’t work. It felt way too easy to be real but just as before, the more I tapped into it, the more a part of myself it became.

“Thank you,” he breathed out as he stood strong again. I could see the resemblance now. Like Monty and Drake, he was unlike the other demons. His tail and skin were identical to Drake’s, though his hair was a stark white and hung down in a shaggy curtain. He was also much bigger, with leathery wings spanned out on either side of him as he stretched them, twice as big as his son’s.

“Now what? I just find a warden?” That would probably end up in someone else being imprisoned. Demons weren’t trustworthy as a whole and all the demons I knew here, were already my men. I wasn’t going to just throw one of them to the Scourge to keep it safe. They belonged at my side.

“Someone needs to watch over the prison as it was intended. This was the place the worst souls were taken to pay penance,” Elkan explained. “If a soul is here, it belongs here.” He let out a small laugh of relief. “It’s nice to feel like my mind is whole again, it’s been ages.”

A scream of outrage rang out. Without a second to consider what was happening, I pulled a wave of magic between the four of us and the source of the angry battle cry.

Until I saw who it was at least.

The fact that the former warden had the balls to show up here, to face off with me, was enough reason to kill him. But knowing all the anguish he’d caused here fueled my rage far more than anything else could.

Until I remembered him slaughtering every one of my men, one by one, and making me watch.

The barrier dropped away and I wrapped a fiery tendril of power around his neck, lifting him in the air. It was far too easy to wield the power of Helheim now and my rage only made it stronger. The scent of burned flesh filled the air along with his pained groan he tried to keep hidden and failed. His jaw was locked tight and his eyes defiant, making it far too easy to see right through the facade.

“How dare you! You really thought you could cross me and come here to reclaim your status?” I demanded. He couldn’t answer me, so I released my hold long enough for him to choke out an answer.

“My queen, please,” he blundered, trying to kiss ass now that he knew I was the one holding the power. He may have overpowered me at Dark Haven and forced me to be under his thumb with the help of Gravik, but here, the tables were turned. This was my realm, and he had no place here. Not alive, at least.

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