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There was a hint of lubrication against his skin, just enough to ensure he didn’t truly hurt me. He’d use his powers to keep this fluid, to ease me into his roughness and make me come again all over this volcanic stone.

I’m sending them to the Netherworld Kingdom instead,he whispered into my mind.

The heat flowing through my veins turned to ice.What?

Your candidate will have to prove herself there, little prince, he continued.Because it’s the one place you can’t go. The one place your tricks won’t work.He leaned over me, the head of his cock pushing inside me as he moved.You’re not the only one who knows how to play these games.

He thrust inside, drawing a growl from my throat.

Your move, little prince, he added as I began to pant.Better make it good.

Fuck…

That is what I’m doing, yes.He kissed the throbbing vein on my neck, his dark amusement palpable as he took my ass with an abandon I felt all the way to my fucking soul.

He could accept me taking a mate.

However, he was going to make us both work for it. To prove the worthiness of the match and convince him of the rightness of this path.

It was a move that had my lips curling. Because I knew exactly what pawn to shift into place next.

Ty might be a master strategist. But I was his equal for a reason.

And this was a game I fully intended to win.

For both of us.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

CAMI

“Are you fucking kidding me?”I breathed, my throat dry.

What a cheap fucking trick!Portaling me back to my cell right as I finally found the feast waiting for me at the end of the tunnel.

I growled, furious and starving, the scent of roast beef still tainting my nostrils.

I’d even let that Hell Fae lick my fingers—a really strange reaction to shaking hands, but what-the-fuck-ever. I was hungry. He had food. I would have lain on the ground and done anything he’d asked for a taste of that beautiful meal.

But no.

The floor had opened up and swallowed me whole.

Sending me back to this shitty place with the ratty rug and enchanted furniture.

So much for white auras meaning nice Hellbeasts,I thought, collapsing on the rug. That Hell Fae had boasted a pristine aura, one I thought had made him safe.

But one wave of his hand had sent me right back here.

To my damn cell.

My stomach rumbled with hunger, my vision blurring as tears threatened to take over.

Fuck off, I snapped, swiping at the treacherous little droplets.I am not crying. Not today.

Holding a hand to my middle, I groaned as I curled up on the ratty mat in the center of the cell, hating my life.

Well, at least I’malive.