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WEACE WEACE SQUEEZED HIS EYES SHUT.He waited for the impact, the pain—yet it did not arrive."Looks like we arrived just in time!" called out an unfamiliar voice.The Fae forced his eyes open. In front of him, Damon's large, beastly body hovered midair, trapped within a magical barrier.A man with flaming red hair stood proudly in the center of the room, his hand outstretched toward Damon and Shanna. Magic power flowed from his fingertips, supplying the barriers with enough power to keep both beasts contained and in check.Behind the man, appeared a stranger with dark hair, fairy-tipped ears, and swirling black eyes. "I thought I told you not to overdo it, Markus.""I didn't overdo it," the man named Markus replied. "I’m a Beast Sealer.This is my job. Was my job."Weace's eyes widened. "You're the Beast Sealer?"The men noticed him for the first time."So what if I am?" the red head barked."Thank you," Weace said, his knees wobbling. He stepped forward and weakly squeezed the man'

DAMONONE YEAR LATER.Ward’s first birthday rolled around, and for once, the Nightshade manor was open to the public.The grounds bustled all day as guests came and went, bearing gifts and congratulatory words.Not long after the gates opened, the table for their son’s presents overflowed.At one point, Damon wondered if the whole city had turned out for his son’s birthday celebration.Inside, the manor’s many rooms were transformed for the event.Everywhere guests turned, they found entertainment, food and beverage, and plenty of others to socialize with.Damon could not remember the last time his home felt so full and exposed—but his mates were lapping it up, enjoying every second.Levi especially.The Siren had taken to the Violet Room’s stage and began working his magic on a group of unsuspecting party goers. Even Damon, who sat at one of the front tables with Weace, could not avoid the impact of his mate’s song. It uplifted his spirit and eased any lurking doubts.He held Wade in

CRONUSCRYSTALLA’S MATCHMAKER’S MASQUERADE BALL CALLED TO CRONUS LIKE AN ALLURING SIREN.The “MM Ball,” as everyone called it, reoccurred at the start of spring every year, like clockwork. The event had been a staple tradition in the castle for as long as Cronus could remember.Not only was the event the only time the castle opened to the public, it was also his chance to score a mate or two of his own.Since he’d come of age, Cronus made an effort to attend every MM Ball thrown within the castle’s royal walls. He never failed to prepare his outfit in advance. Like a peacock trying to attract its mate, Cronus sought to impress and wow with his appearance.This year would be no different.Yet, while he’d had everything prepared in advance, Cronus stood paralyzed in front of the glamorous outfit spread out across his bed.He could feel in his gut that something significant would happen if he went to the masquerade. But underneath the longing and anticipation built up within him lay fear

MARKUS MARKUS FELT THE PULL TO CRONUS AND DENE ALL RIGHT.The demon did everything in his power to maintain a sense of normalcy, but with the king's sudden death, he had little time to process the turn of events, let alone his own feelings.Besides that, Markus’ mind had spent years gripped by the idea that he’d never find a mate. After decades alone, he assumed fate had carved out a different script for him to follow. One that included Cronus and Dene’s friendship, a career hunting black magic users, and little else.Not that he had anything to complain about...His co-workers were two of the hottest men he’d ever laid eyes on. He thoroughly enjoyed their time together, even if their feelings were mostly platonic.But on the other side of that coin sat Markus’ inner desires. With such handsome companions, Markus couldn’t help but grow fond of them. When they were around, Markus didn’t feel as bad about the hand life had dealt him. He knew at some point his friends would be spirited

CRONUSCRONUS DIDN’T THINK HE COULD ORGASM ANYMORE THAN HE ALREADY HAD.Soon, he’d find out how wrong he was.Dene and Markus converged on Cronus like beasts in heat. They trailed his naked body with kisses and licks, nibbles and gentle sucks. The selkie and demon left no part of him unexplored.As they laid entangled with one another, kissing and sucking on each other’s lips, Cronus’ cock dribbled, his juices spilling down his shaft.“I think he’s ready for more,” Markus announced, a flash of lust glimmering in his dark eyes. “Selkies first?”Dene shot the demon a knowing, smiling look. He crawled atop Cronus and gazed down at the Fae prince with wanting and need.“I really don’t know if I can come anymore...” Cronus warned.“Really?” Markus asked. “I think you can.”Behind them, the demon reached for a bottle of lubricant and smeared several gobs of the substance onto his fingers. Cronus watched as pleasure rippled through Dene’s features. The sound of Markus’ fingers sliding in and