Page 138 of Hell Fae Captive

I felt delirious. Spinning in a pool of need. Drowning in his dark gaze.Throbbingwith power.

Az brushed his lips against mine, the barest hint of a smile curling his mouth. “I want to keep her.”

“She’s not ours,” Ajax gritted out.

“I think I’ll keep her anyway,” Az mused, his nose brushing mine. “My Phoenix is quite taken with her. Perhaps even more than he is with you.”

Ajax grunted. “I could use a break.”

“Could you?” Az’s dark eyes left mine to flick to the man behind me. “Want to run off to your room and leave us to play?”

“I could use a break fromyou,” he clarified. “I’m not leaving her.”

“Ah, so you do want her.”

“I think that’s pretty fucking obvious, isn’t it?” Ajax pressed into my back as though he were drilling through me to reach Az, causing me to gasp. Because his action drove me that much closer to Az, pressing his own erection into my belly.

I don’t know how I ended up between them. But I think I’ll stay here forever, I thought dreamily.I make a good Cami sandwich. Except they’re the meat, not the bread.

I nearly sighed in contentment.

But another wave of that addictive energy warmed my veins, eliciting a moan from me instead.

“How wet is she?” Az asked.

Ajax drew his fingers through my sex, his resulting groan making me light-headed. Rather than respond verbally, he lifted his hand to Az’s mouth, similar to how Az had offered me his thumb.

Dark eyes captured mine as Az bent to lick my essence from Ajax’s fingers. The smolder in his irises had me trembling, my legs tensing.

Ajax palmed my sex while his opposite hand went to my breast, his fingers still damp from Az’s mouth, as he held me upright between them.

“She’s delicious,” Az said, his obsidian orbs going to Ajax. “I want to watch you fuck her with your tongue while I take your ass.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE

AJAX

The image Az’swords painted made my cock throb.

So crass.

So to the point.

So damnwrong.

I should stop this. I should demand that Cami run. But the scent of her interest, the feel of herheat, rendered me useless in this sensual assault.

Az’s Phoenix had won.

All I could do now was control the fallout.

In this moment, I hated Az. I adored him. I wanted to punch him. I needed to worship him. It was such a conflict of interest, all of this so acutely inappropriate that I nearly grasped my ability to reject them once more.

But then Cami turned, giving me a full display of those gorgeous tits, flat stomach, and neatly trimmed mound.

And I was done.

It’d been a long time since I had truly touched a woman. She smelled so sweet and fresh, her arousal a beacon my tongue desired to explore.