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Or Ajax’s.

My Warden—now my protector, mymate—ran his thumb in gentle circles on my hip as we rested naked together in the bed. The moon floated in its usual space in the sky, making it impossible to tell the time. But I suspected another night of training would soon be upon us.

Ajax satisfied me nearly every day—because it could be our last, right?—but no matter how thoroughly he fucked me or how many times he made me come, I still often awoke to an orgasm gifted by an ethereal Hell Fae King.

Sure, my courtship with Ajax hadn’t exactly been founded in love. More like a realization that we could die at any moment, but after two weeks of pureAjax,it was a relationship I was starting to enjoy.

It could be more.

It could bereal. But I felt like I would never find out what Ajax and I were capable of because these damn dreams were ruining my mood.

“It could also be from Melek,” Ajax mused aloud. “The sensuality would certainly come from him. Because Az and Lucifer are not intimate in that way.”

Oh, right.That made sense. The king and the prince were definitely a romantic pair, and Melek had marked me as his intended.

Maybe it was a combination of everything.

Or maybe I’m missing something important.

I shook my head, the Melek theory not adding up. “If this was because of Melek mating me, then these dreams should have started a long time ago.”

Ajax hummed. “There’s that golden sparkle jizz he sprayed you with. Maybe it’s related?”

I groaned. “We don’t know what that did.” But it was also a possibility I couldn’t ignore, even if the dreams hadn’t started until a few days after that incident. Maybe it had taken time to kick in.

Melek could certainly be doing this to fuck with me, ormeddle, as he was so fond of saying.

Or it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with my fucked-up connection to Lucifer’s source.

I could very well be doing this to myself.

Sighing, I flopped onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. It had taken me a while to notice the little seedlings planted in the stone rock. They only bloomed right at moonrise before falling into slumber again.

They made a little noise when they did that, too. Like an alarm clock. Although, with these dreams of mine, I had my own orgasmic wake-up call that never failed.

“Is it just Lucifer? In the dreams, I mean,” Ajax asked.

I rolled my head to look at him. He rested on one arm as he peered at me with a sense of concern.

And maybe something else. Concern, yes, but also dark intrigue. Ajax had a fucked-up relationship with sex. The idea of me with Lucifer and Melek might even turn him on, as long as he got to play.

Too bad the only thing Lucifer wanted to impale me with was a sword.

Melek, though, had made his interest clear. The Hell Fae Prince had been dutifully visiting me almost every day, supplying me with homework to mix in with Az’s instruction, along with sensual remarks. But it was the homework that confounded me. I’d entirely expected Melek to tease me with sex.

The documents he brought with him were all examples of old deals with the Hell Fae King. I had a nice stack of them under the bed now. Melek had insisted on me reading every deal of significance I could get my hands on.

Because, apparently, the only way I was going to get out of this was by playing his game, if Melek was to be believed.

“Just Lucifer,” I confirmed, looking away again.

Because I couldn’t face him when I spoke the truth.

I hated Lucifer. I hated his deals and his damned source.

But every dark morning when I went to sleep, I dreamed of him over me, consuming me.

Owning me.