Page 61 of Hell Fae Commander

We were living in thenow. The present.Today. “Claim me, Ajax,” I whispered against his mouth. “Bite me andclaim me.”

“Fuck, Cami.” His lips ghosted across my own, his hips slamming harshly into mine. “This might be a spell.”

“It’s not.”

“What if it is?”

“Then let it enchant us,” I told him. “Bite me.”

His responding growl vibrated my chest, his body tense and hot against mine. I drew my nails down his muscular back, indulging in the hard, sculpted lines of his athletic physique. He was perfect.And mine.

I sank my teeth into his bottom lip on instinct, my need to provoke him overruling reason in my brain. Blood touched my tongue in the next instant, making me groan.Mine. Mine. Mine.

This might be a spell, he’d said.

Who the fuck cares?I thought now.

I was drunk on his essence. Wrapped up in this moment. Solidifying my future.Picking my mate.

No one could take this from me.No one.

Ajax groaned, his tongue tangling with mine as his decadent taste filled both our mouths. His grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts almost punishing in nature.

I could scarcely breathe. Barely think. Yet I’d never felt more alive in my entire life.

Now,I thought at him, vaguely aware that he couldn’t really hear me.

But he would soon.

He would the minute he?—

His mouth left mine, my world shifting upside down as my anchor to this reality left. A protest escaped me, the sound part moan, part mewl, only to end on a gasp as he nuzzled my neck.There. At my pulse. His teeth… fangs… sharp… and…

Stars burst across my vision, my clit pulsating in response to histhumb. I hadn’t even felt his hand move, my focus on his mouth.

I clung to him, his name a chant on my tongue, my body shaking around him as my unexpected climax crashed over my being. It was intense. Hot. Insanity-inducing.Pleasure.

“Ajax…”

He circled my sensitive nub, his movements slowing as he drew out every inch of my ecstasy.

Then he tongued my pulse point. A tease. A promise. I wasn’t sure. I just needed more. I needed him. I neededthis.

His name left my mouth once more, my limbs straining as I tried to pull him impossibly closer.

He pressed his thumb into the top of my sex in response, the pressure on my swollen flesh almost too much. Moisture collected in my eyes, the power of the moment drawing out as rapturous waves continued to assault my being.

Drowning me in lust.

In overwhelming desire.

Stirring new cravings.

Suffocating me with molten sensations.

I’d never felt anything like it, his strength swirling around me in a whirlpool of madness.

A predator capturing his prey.