Page 196 of Hell Fae King

Az was dominant.

Typhos… Typhos was on another level completely. A level I didn’t know how to counter. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to try, either.

“Don’t fight me, Camillia,” he whispered, his teeth skimming the shell of my ear.

I almost laughed at his choice of words; I’d spoken similar ones to him when he’d been trying to sacrifice himself like some sort of martyr.

However, I felt his need to lead now. His desire to dominate me entirely. And his promise to take care of me… if I submitted.

As well as his threat to force my submission should I choose to continue challenging him.

I shivered, the juxtaposition between the two options making me hot for very different reasons. Part of me wanted to see how far I could push him. While another side of me just wanted to let him take charge and enjoy the ride.

Typhos drew his finger up and down my spine, waiting for me to decide. All while my ass stung from his previous ministrations.

“What’s it going to be, my darling little queen?” he asked softly. “Are you going to let me use you in a way that benefits us both? Or are you going to make me turn you into my personal plaything?” His finger dipped between my cheeks to slide into me, creating a slight sting from the lack of lubricant.

I arched, the sensation not fully unpleasant, but not nearly as welcome as when he’d dipped his hand between my thighs to nearly reach my clit.

“I don’t care if this is our first time together,” he went on. “I have expectations, and either you will meet them or I willtakethem.”

I bit down on the pillow as he inserted a second finger, the burn deepening inside me.

“Decide, Camillia,” he demanded. “Or I will choose for you.” He scissored his fingers, making me groan at the pleasure-pain sensation.

Fuck, I shouldn’t like that. But I did.

Just as I enjoyed the feel of his teeth sinking into my neck, his dominance washing over me in a hot wave of passion.

Fighting him was fun. Fighting him felt right.

But this… this felt even better.

My shoulders loosened as his bite shifted into a kiss. Then my limbs turned to liquid as he laved the teeth marks with his tongue.

Fae…I’d never experienced anything like this.

His fingers were still moving inside me, twisting and turning in a way that sent sparks to my nerve endings. It hurt. But his mouth on my neck seemed to distract me from the pain.

However, the sting returned in full force as he shoved deeper and took his lips away from my skin. I jolted as a third finger was added to the mix, the stretch causing my back to arch. “Typhos,” I hissed, the agony nearly too much.

“Last warning, little one,” he said, not letting up at all. “Submit or I’ll make you submit.”

Fuuuckkk…

I grabbed the silky sheets beneath me, a scream leaving my lips as he forced me to take another thrust. The burn was that much more intense. That muchharsher. “Please…” I whispered.

Only, I wasn’t sure if I was begging for more… or begging for something else.

Because suddenly the ache morphed into a new sensation. It still fucking hurt, but it… it felt good, too.

Gods, what are you doing to me?I wondered, feeling dizzy from his roughness as well as the gentle kiss of his scruff against my neck as he pressed his lips to my jaw, just below my ear.

“I’m teaching you how to pray to me,” he murmured, his minty breath seeming to reach every one of my senses. “I’m yourGodnow, Camillia De la Croix. So worship me the way I desire, and maybe I’ll reward you.”

A rebellious part of me wanted to hate him for those words, to fight the very meaning behind them. But as he started kissing a path down my spine, I couldn’t find the strength to even try to speak.

Because while he was telling me to worship him, it certainly felt like the opposite was happening—that he was priming me to be cherished. To be fucked into another existence.