In League with Justice: Demigods Trilogy, #3

In League With Justice

DEMIGODS TRILOGY

BOOK THREE

TJ BELL

IN LEAGUE WITH JUSTICE

Demigods Trilogy Book 3

by TJ BELL

Cover Design: Jacqueline Sweet Design

Editor: Julie Sturgeon

Copyright: 2022 by Tami Lund

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Contents

In League with Justice

1. Justice

2. Malcolm

3. Justice

4. Ajax

5. Justice

6. Malcolm

7. Rafe

8. Rafe

9. Justice

10. Rafe

11. Justice

12. Ajax

13. Justice

14. Malcolm

15. Justice

16. Rafe

17. Justice

Epilogue

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In League with Justice

Secrets, lies, deceit… My name is Justice, and it’s just another Tuesday for me and my three mates.

Rafe has gone missing. Malcolm doesn’t want to find him. Ajax thinks we can come into our magic without him.

I just want my family back together. All of them. Even if we aren’t sure who Rafe really is.

As if that weren’t enough, the gods are at war, and my guys and I are smack dab in the middle of the conflict.

Will we ever catch a break?

In League With Justice is the final book in the Demigods Trilogy, and yes, there is a happy ending. It is intended for mature audiences: 18+ readers only! It contains adult language and sexual situations. This is a fast-burn romance where the girl gets all the guys.

Why choose?

The Demigods Trilogy should be read in order. If you haven’t checked out the first two books in the series, I strongly suggest you read them before proceeding.

Demigods Trilogy

Justice and Her League

Justice Loses Her League

In League with Justice

Chapter 1

Justice

W e have to go after him.

No.

That resounding no was accompanied by a scowl that did not fit on Malcolm’s baby face as he crossed his arms and added a solid glare for emphasis. Even his flexing pecs looked furious.

Seriously, Malcolm, we can’t⁠—

Not sure what’s confusing you, Justice. No means no.

Okay, quit being a dick, I bit off, my patience officially disintegrated. Not that I had much to begin with.

His scowl deepened, but he did not snap back at me, which I took as a positive. Or at least, not any more negative than his current, very unhappy emotions, which I could feel loud and clear, courtesy of the mental link we shared.

Listen, I know he deceived us.

That was the understatement of the year. No, the decade. No, the fucking century.

Less than two weeks ago, I was a demigod without magic who worked alone, offering up vigilante justice to as many bad guys as I could get to.

Living up to my name—sort of, kind of.

I didn’t bother with saving the innocents; if the bad guys were eliminated, the innocents would be fine. Eventually.

And I definitely didn’t work as part of a team.

But then I’d run into Rafe and Malcolm and Ajax—literally, as in, my nose made painful, unexpected contact with a door one of them swung open as I was rushing by—and my whole world changed.

Come to find out, they were my fated mates.

All three of them.

And yeah, the sex was off-the-charts spectacular.

The rest of it— well, let’s just say it was complicated. Complicated by the fact that if we officially mated, which would release our magic, I might die. Complicated by the fact that our fourth mate had been stolen away by his own mother, Ravana, so we couldn’t conduct the mating ritual anyway—and, oh by the way, Malcolm didn’t even believe Rafe was our mate anymore.

If we don’t go get him, we won’t ever be able to come into our magic, I tried again.

The three of us—me, Malcolm, and Ajax—had been swept away to a castle after Ravana disappeared with an incredibly defeated Rafe at her feet.

Traveling by portal didn’t seem to get easier with practice, for the record.

The queen, Malcolm’s mom—yeah, talk about plot twist—lived in this incredibly lavish, outrageously gorgeous castle on the side of a mountain, overlooking a picture-perfect lake. She was such a gracious host that she indulged me and gave us a tour before ensconcing us in our own suite, which was larger than my entire apartment back in Dallas.

She’d also assured me that Lodon, whom Ravana had used as a battering ram, was not dead but did require enough medical attention that he had been sent to the Ivory Tower. The Ivory Tower was the gods’ equivalent to a human hospital, except without doctors and electricity and medicine. No idea how they healed people, but it worked for me when I was almost fatally shot, so I had high hopes my dad would be okay.

Who cares? Malcolm replied. I don’t even want the damn magic. Not if it means you’ll die.

The man was not thinking rationally at all. I supposed I couldn’t blame him; we’d been through a great deal in a very short period of time, and he’d already lost one of the most important people in his life, even if he no longer acknowledged Rafe as such. The idea of losing me was enough to send him over the edge. Except…

The only way I’ll die is if Ravana is there and siphons off the magic before it can be dispersed between us, I reminded him. Again. The process of gaining our magic, so I’ve recently learned, was a simple one. A pleasurable one, under normal circumstances.

The problem was, Ravana had figured out how to steal magic, and that was the part that was dangerous to my wellbeing.

Right, Malcolm retorted. And if we go steal Rafe back from her, then she’ll be there, won’t she?

We aren’t going to have sex and perform the ritual right then and there, you know, I said. He was so damn frustrating when he was like this.

Doubly so because this was not Malcolm’s personality at all. He was the easygoing one, laid back, always smiling, always ready for a good time.

Ajax, I said, turning to our third partner. Can you please talk some sense into him?

Ajax was lounging on the gigantic four-poster bed that was the centerpiece of this extravagant bedroom. No, Iriria had called it a bedchamber. That sounded more impressive.

He had traded his toga for a pair of lounge pants and no shirt. We’d all showered and changed into clean clothes and had full bellies. Darkness had fallen, which meant the only light came from those small blue balls that hovered around in place of electricity in this world.

In the dim glow, with Ajax half-dressed, lying across that bed, propped on his elbow, his massive and sharply defined chest on full display, he made a tempting picture, that was for damn sure.

Except one of our mates was missing and I wasn’t about to be distracted by sex. Not until⁠—

What if we don’t need him? Ajax responded.

Malcolm, who had been wearing a path in the area rug with his pacing, paused to arch his brows at Ajax.

If he’s not really our mate, maybe we don’t need him to pull our magic to the surface. Ajax nodded at me. Remember how your magic flared the last time we were together, even though you and Rafe didn’t actually have sex?

Malcolm lifted a finger. I’d like to qualify that blowjobs most certainly are defined as having sex.

Ajax shook his head. He didn’t penetrate her. Which makes me wonder. If we perform the ritual without him, maybe it will free Justice’s magic completely.

I rolled my eyes. You just want to have sex. Except that was something Malcolm would suggest in jest, not Ajax. Ajax was serious. I could see it in his face, not to mention feel it through that emotional link we shared.

And he was right. The last time we’d all been together, Rafe and I hadn’t had sex the old-fashioned way, which was apparently necessary to conduct the ritual, yet afterward, I’d created fire. Without matches or a lighter or anything at all except my magic. That, according to everyone who understood this world, wasn’t supposed to happen until I was formally mated. With all of my mates.

Shaking my head, I added, We don’t know the spell. Rafe was the only one who knew it.

Ajax slipped a folded piece of paper out of the pocket of his loosely fitted pants. It looked like a page he’d torn from a book. Found this in the library downstairs.

That must have been when he excused himself earlier to go speak to his father, while Malcolm and I took turns showering.

I strode over and plucked it from his hand, unfolding it so I could check out the looping calligraphy scrawled on the paper. Based on the page’s yellowing and the dullness of the ink, I’d say whatever book this was torn from was really, really old, and I felt a twinge of guilt for Ajax having blemished it in this way.

Especially when I realized the spell was not written in English. Or Spanish or Portuguese, which were the only three languages I could speak or read. I handed it back to him. Even if you’re right, I can’t read that.

I can. He stared at me with those dark chocolate eyes of his. Steady, confident, quiet. Assured.

Part of me didn’t want to believe it would happen. Okay, it was a very large part. I’d had a revelation in those first moments immediately following Ravana disappearing and dragging Rafe along with her.

I loved my men.

When we first met, when I first realized that they were my fated mates, I had accepted our bond, definitely had no issue with the hot sex, but I never expected it would bloom into love. Mutual respect, sure. Lots and lots of lust, most definitely.

But love? I honestly never thought it would be in the cards for me. Too many bad things had happened in my life, and I’d been alone for so long, I figured I could be satisfied with lust and respect.

And yet, here we were. I was madly, desperately in love with all three guys, and I would be damned if I’d walk away from a single one of them. Even if he’d deceived us from the very beginning.

Even if he technically wasn’t even supposed to be part of our equation.

That said, what if Ajax was right? If he and I and Malcolm had sex, said the charmed words, and it released our magic, we’d be powerful enough to be able to rescue Rafe. And then we could go back to the human world, like he’d wanted, and we could resume our lives. Sure, he would be stuck magic-less, but at least he’d be with us. We’d be together again, the family unit I’d come to appreciate more than I ever thought was possible.

It was worth a shot.

Malcolm stepped up behind me, his hands landing on my shoulders. As he began to knead them, I let out a groan because, holy hell, that felt so damn good. I hadn’t even realized how tense I was until he began working on those kinks and knots.

Let’s try, he whispered before nibbling on my earlobe. He was already gently nudging me toward the bed. I could feel his erection brushing against my backside as we walked.

It was very likely that he was a willing participant simply for the pleasure of it all, but that was okay. For now. This would distract him from his anger, and maybe, just maybe…

I climbed onto the bed and tugged Ajax’s pants off before straddling his legs. His hands cupped my knees and then slid up, under the toga I wore, until he was massaging my ass. The toga fad in this world was annoying, generally, except in moments like this. In