Goddess Of The Underworld (Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143

Xavier

Layah slowed first, her paws sinking into the damp moss at the pool’s edge, breath steaming in the cool Underworld air. My chest went tight when I saw her properly, her body fuller, the curve of her belly carrying our pup clear even in her hound form. Maddox

stirred hard inside me, teeth bared not in threat but in hunger, primal and reckless. Nothing drives him madder than that sight, our mate, swollen with life, radiant even under shadows. But we keep careful. Always.

Maddox prowled closer, circling her, playful growls rising in his throat but softened,

tempered, made gentle. He lunged, but it was no real attack, just a roll of muscle and

weight as he softly tackled her to the moss and pinned her with his chest. His nips

weren’t meant to bruise, just touches at her ear, her throat, the ruff of her fur, teasing, worshipful, reverent of what she carried.

Haiden, Levi and Noah joined in, their hounds folding close, pressing warmth around her without ever crowding. It wasn’t roughhousing anymore, not like before. It was guarding. in motion, primal play stripped down to careful devotion. Layah huffed, tail thumping, paws batting at them one by one as if to scold them for fussing, but her eyes glowed

proud, knowing. Then it was too much for her to hold, and in a shimmer of light she shifted. Envy lay beneath us, human again, breathless and flushed, dark hair spilled across

the moss. Her dress clung damp to her skin, the curve of her belly undeniable as she looked up at us, her four Alphas, her Kings, her shadows and her fire. Pinned, surrounded, claimed. My mate. My queen. My everything. Maddox pressed forward through me, hungry, and I let him. Because gods help me, nothing was more beautiful than her there, carrying both our child and our kingdom, smiling like she belonged to the moment and to us. And every one of us, hounds and men alike wanted her exactly like that.

I shifted first

bones snapping clean into place until I stood tall over her. The grin split across my face wasn’t just victory, it was possession, triumph, hunger. My brothers moved in sync without needing to be told, their hounds circling once, then folding into the grass like loyal sentries, eyes gleaming as they watched and waited. The air was thick with their restraint, but their intent pulsed against the bond we all shared. I stripped my robe and let it fall carelessly to the moss, the fabric already forgotten as I dropped to my knees before her. My hands found her calves first, warm and strong under my touch, sliding upward, savoring every inch of milky skin until I reached the soft swell of her thighs. Her scent shifted in the air, sweeter, sharper, enough to make my fangs ache. I leaned down,

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reverent, and kissed where my hands had been, first one thigh, then the other, slow and deliberate, my mouth mapping her as I pushed her dress higher with every touch.

1. tipped my head back to drink her in again, body already tight with the urge to take, to

“I’ll give you what you need, little mate.” I whispered, low and husky, as I pulled my cock free from my pants, not even bothering to take them all the way off. I lifted her thighs, settling them over my shoulders and push myself into her slick, wet heat. Her moan was louder now, needy and it filled me with such pride and pleasure. Fuck, the feeling of her

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