Page 104 of Hell Fae Captive

No, this was about proving to me that we were still a team. That while he might wear the title ofKing, I was very much his equal.

I threaded my fingers through his long, thick hair, loving the way it felt against my palm. It wasn’t a way to direct him—I would never dream of telling this man what to do—just a way to hold him. To tell him I understood. To give him absolute power to do whatever the fuck he desired.

And right now, it seemed he wanted my cock in his mouth.

Because he desired my pleasure.

My cum.

My essence down his throat.

Another reminder for us both that we belonged together.Always.

A flash of light captured my focus as Cami’s beautiful features finally graced the screen. “Mmm, she looks tired. But still stunning. And that dress of hers is ready to fall off entirely.” Not that it had really been on to begin with. “There’s the barest hint of rose along her breasts, telling me her nipples are pretty little rosebuds.” Which made my mouth water for her.

Ty slid to the floor to kneel between my thighs. “The kind of nipples you want to tease with your tongue?” he asked before drawing his own tongue around the crown of my cock.

“Yes,” I hissed, my grip slipping from his hair to slide beneath the long lengths to grasp his nape. “I almost want to request that she always compete in that dress.” Because it was fucking delicious on her, practically painted onto her curves and leaving nothing to the imagination.

Especially as the strips along her tits started to move.

“Definitely pert little rosy tips,” I confirmed before she could tug the dress back into place. “She doesn’t like to show them off, though.”

“I can make it so she doesn’t have a choice. Just say the words, little prince.” He spoke the words against my shaft, then swallowed me down to the back of his throat in the next instant, momentarily making me forget what the fuck we were even talking about.

Then the camera zoomed in on Camillia’s face, showing the beads of sweat dripping down her skin. “The tunnels are making her hot,” I said, my voice more guttural now that Ty had truly begun the job of torturing me. “The thin air seems to be impacting her breathing.” Something I noted as her chest moved in rapid pants, her full lips parted in a way that reminded me of sex.

She would absolutely look like that beneath me—blushing, panting, sweating, andmoaning.

Have any Minotaurs scented her yet?Ty asked into my mind, his mouth too busy to murmur the question aloud.

I lifted my hand to draw my fingers along the translucent screen, searching around Camillia’s still form. The sudden light seemed to have shocked her into observing her surroundings once more. Which was a problem because those torches served as a beacon—one the Minotaurs would use to find her.

“Not yet,” I said. “But they will soon.”

Ty hummed in agreement against my cock, the vibration going straight to my balls.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my head falling back on a groan I couldn’t quite swallow.

Focus on the screen, Ty reminded me, his teeth grazing my skin in stark warning.

I squeezed the back of his neck but did as he commanded, my gaze finding Camillia once more. “There are several scrapes on her hands and arms,” I gritted out, both in response to the delectable way he hollowed his cheeks around me and my irritation over seeing her injured. “I gave her spells that could help her with the temperature problem. She’s clearly not using them.”

Will you punish her for not accepting your gifts?he asked me softly.Tie her up with your ropes, perhaps?

My abdomen clenched at the image his words painted—Camillia bound and helpless in my silky hemp ropes. “I would leave her breasts free to play with those sweet little nipples,” I confided, my gaze instantly returning to her breasts. “I’d lace another one between her thighs so every time she fidgeted, it would graze her clit, leaving her weeping for more.” My focus shifted to the fabric flirting with her long legs, the slits revealing toned muscles as she began to move again.

Seeing the glimpses of pale skin made me want to rip the dress off of her, to explore what lay beneath.

But oh, that was a treat for another day.

My hips flexed as Ty pulled me exceptionally into his throat, ensuring I felt his control, his command, hispresence.

“She’s…” I trailed off, swallowing as sweat broke out across my skin. “She’s running now. Scrambling over the stones. Rushing down the path.”Fuck. I was so close to exploding, yet I refused to do it now. Refused to do it when she was still fleeing for her life. “She chose a smaller tunnel.” It came out on a rasp of sound, my orgasm mounting both from the expert skill of Ty’s mouth and the adrenaline thundering through my veins.

Run, Cami. Run.

But she’d been wise in her choice.