Page 60 of Hell Fae Commander

I didn’t want to debate it anymore. I just wanted this to happen. Withhim.

I moved forward to brush my lips against his. “Will you bite me, Ajax? Will you initiate the claiming bond?”

He shuddered beneath my palm, his lashes lowering as his gaze grew hooded. “I feel like this is a dream.”

“Maybe it is.”

“Maybe it isn’t.”

“It won’t change what I want,” I promised him. “Now tell me what you want.”

“I’d rather show you.” The words were a breath against my lips, and an absolutely perfect response.

Actions speak louder than words, I mused, the rule playing over and over again in my thoughts as his tongue dipped inside my mouth. The flavor of my arousal on his lips sent my pulse racing with need.

A need that only flared hotter as he lifted me in the air and carried me into the shower.

Cold stone tile met the overheated skin of my back, the trickle of warm water instantly falling all around us. I wasn’t sure if the shower was motion sensor operated or if it was magically controlled, but I didn’t care.

All that mattered was Ajax’s kiss.

His hands.

His cock against my saturated sex as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

I groaned as he slid inside me, his expert movement only seeming to confirm how well we fit together.

This male. This fae. ThisWarden.I was lost to him. To the moment. To his touch. His measured strokes. His addictive kiss.Those magical hands.

He caressed me in a way that made me feel worshipped.

Took my mouth with a passion that stirred my very soul.

And held me with such care that I couldn’t help but feel protected.

Secure.

Joined.

No longer alone.

His thrusts went deep, hitting me in the right place over and over again. My thighs tightened around him, my back arching as I moaned into his mouth.

This was more than sex. This was a vow. A promise forming between two souls with our bodies cementing the terms.

Mine,his movements said.

Mine,my core responded, clenching down around him.Bite me. Take me. Make me yours.

Ajax growled, probably because I’d communicated those thoughts with my nails in his back. He wasn’t the only one who could draw blood.

His mouth ripped away from mine, his expression positively feral. “Tell me to claim you, Cami. Tell me and I’ll do it.”

“Tell me you want to claim me first,” I demanded. Or I tried to demand it, anyway. It came out more sultry than I’d intended, but he was fucking me to within an inch of my life. And there was truly no better way to die…

“I want to do more than claim you.” He drove into me. “I want to spend eternity with you. Even if that eternity is short-lived. Even if?—”

I pressed my lips to his, silencing his talk of eternity. Would I spend eternity with him? Yes. But we both knew that might not happen, and I didn’t want any false promises tainting this mating.