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Until he froze.

I gulped, that burning sensation inside me morphing into an inferno.

He turned to me, his hawklike gaze locking onto my overheated form.

Holy shit. I had no idea what was happening.

But yes, please.Can I watch?I nearly asked. I didn’t really knowwhatI wanted to watch, just that I wanted whatever the hell was coming.

His nostrils flared, his trajectory changing as he stalked toward me on the couch. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

AZ

My blood burned with need,my inner beast riding me hard.

I couldn’t find Camillia De la Croix’s father—a failure that irritated my Phoenix. Tracking was one of my beast’s primary strengths. To have that strength belittled by an unsuccessful quest stirred a bout of aggression inside me that needed to be expelled.

Hence the reason I’d come for Ajax. He was the only being who seemed to be capable of handling my furious energy during sex. It didn’t matter how much I gave him; he just absorbed the vivacity and accepted it into his soul, almost as though he were meant to be mine.

But my Phoenix didn’t recognize him as his intended mate.

Because my Phoenix didn’t recognizeanyoneas mate-worthy.

And not for a lack of me trying—I’d searched for someone to satisfy my animalistic spirit for nearly two millennia. My lack of success could be a result of my mixed heritage. Or maybe that being just didn’t exist yet.

Typhos had become my necessary conduit, his spiritual bond providing me with the outlet I required to expel my abundance of power. But he didn’t satiate my inner beast. Very few could.

Which made Ajax unique.

And very special to me indeed.

Oh, he’d erected a wall around himself, blocking out emotions and isolating his feelings behind an impenetrable shield. However, one day I’d shatter that barrier. I already knew how. I just didn’t want to push him. Not too severely, anyway. I enjoyed finding clever ways to chip away at that solidified armor, forcing him to accept me in little bursts.

My Phoenix enjoyed the game, too.

It added a layer of satisfaction to the mix that only intensified our mutual gratification.

A gratification I needed right now due to the fury building inside.

A fury that heightened upon finding thesourceof my violent energy sitting on Ajax’s couch. Her parents were why I felt this way.

I wanted to wrap my hand around her pretty little neck and demand she tell mehowthey’d evaded my Phoenix. No one escaped him. There were very few realms in existence where a soul could freely hide, and I doubted very much that her father was in one of those.

Which suggested he’d cast a very powerful spell.

A spell he should not have the means to cast.

Camillia De la Croix’s stormy gray eyes widened as I stalked toward her, my question hanging angrily between us.“What the fuck are you doing in here?”

She swallowed, the movement drawing my eyes to that throat I yearned to strangle. So delicate and pretty. Feminine.Biteable.

Maybe I could throttle her while fucking her.

The delicious thought painted a dark image in my mind that had my Phoenix peeking out at her in astute evaluation.Can she handle us?he seemed to be asking, my energy source appraising hers.

My beast was hungry.