Page 139 of Hell Fae Captive

I wanted her. I’d wanted her from the moment I’d laid eyes on her in the Human Realm after watching her kick Payan’s ass. She was fierce and strong and sexy as fuck.

Her eyes gleamed up at me now, her gaze reminding me of a Siren. So tempting and illustrious. A man would die for that look alone.

A sacrifice I might just make by touching her.

Because she wasn’t mine.

She was a candidate under my care.

It felt as though I were taking advantage of her situation, taking her without true consent. But her mouth against minefeltconsensual. Especially as she clasped the back of my neck and parted my lips with her tongue.

I grasped her hips once more, one of my palms sliding to her lower back to bring her closer to me, and welcomed her kiss by returning it with my own.

Somehow she knew I needed this.

Or perhaps it was all Az.

His Phoenix could compel, but he kept saying it wasn’t him, that she wasn’t hypnotized by his own desire. Az didn’t lie. If he was manipulating this situation, he’d own it.

Which meant she wanted to be here.

Yet I sensed that hint of hypnotic energy in her gaze, not in a tangible or obvious sort of way, though. It was more like she’d lost herself in the sea of lust, her mind capitulating to ours as she gave us full access to her body.

The attraction was absolutely mutual.

I’d scented her interest before, my vampire-like senses picking up on her thrumming pulse and dilated pupils.

But attraction wasn’t always enough.

Especially in a situation like this.

It was why I should pull away and demand again that Az take me in another room.

Except Cami’s tongue held me captive against her.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, hugging me and pressing those perfect breasts against my chest. I groaned in response, her athletic form fitting mine so beautifully. She was small. Delicate. Yet incredibly strong. So fae-like and gorgeous.

I wanted to keep her.

I wanted to make her mine.

And having her blood in my system only made that desire more resolute.

I knew better than to bite her. Iwouldn’tbite her.

But I would indulge her.

I would taste her.

I would feel her come on my tongue.

Az crowded her back, his touch going to my hair before tracing along her arms and down her sides. Then he reached between us to find my throbbing shaft. He didn’t grab me, just gently stroked it with one finger, teasing me while I kissed Cami.

She pressed against Az’s hand, trapping his touch against my dick and eliciting a soft chuckle from him. “Our warrior wants more,” he said, kissing her neck and wrapping his palm more firmly around me. “As do I.”

Yes, I knew what he wanted.

He’d already outlined his intentions.