Page 9 of Hell Fae King

Thirsty, my king?he asked, his mental voice innocent and confirming my suspicions regarding his timely arrival.

I grunted.Stop teasing me.

Never, he replied, holding out my glass. At some point he’d refilled it, his trademark garnish glittering along the glass’s edge.

I accepted his offering and took a sip while holding his gaze.You realize I’m going to take all this need out on you later, yes?

I do. I’m looking forward to it, Your Majesty,he practically purred into my mind.

He uttered that title just like Camillia had, making it clear that I was now linked to not one buttwobratty subs.

I sighed and set my glass down to rub my aching temple. Melek reached up to brush his lips against my jaw. “I love you, my king.”

I grabbed his nape when he tried to pull away and crashed my mouth against his, responding to his words with my tongue rather than with my voice.

He groaned against me, his freshly pressed suit wrinkling beneath my assault. But I didn’t give a damn. Between him and Camillia, I was fucking done.

Both of them smelled like sex. Hell, had I arrived a few minutes later, I would likely have witnessed them fucking in real time.

Not that I needed the visual; one was already firmly implanted in my mind, courtesy of the devious prince before me. He clutched my lapels, accepting my bruising embrace with an eagerness I felt to my very soul.

The aroma of blooming flowers taunted me, the scent reminding me of a rose garden warmed beneath the rising sun.

Camillia.

I nearly growled as I released Melek. He wiped at his bottom lip, the trace of blood on his fingertips showcasing how hard I’d kissed him. But all he did was smile.

Little masochist,I said to him via our bond.

Only for you,he returned.

My eyebrow winged upward.You wouldn’t let Camillia hurt you for pleasure?

If she was a sadist? Absolutely.He cocked his head.But you’re the one who gets off on punishments and pain, my king. Not our little angel.

I glanced at the female in question, noting her red cheeks and the silky knot around her waist. She’d tied her robe with force, the fabric cinched a little too tight. Yet she didn’t seem to notice; she was too busy gaping at me and Melek.

“That wasn’t a punishment,” I told her. “Just me claiming my mate.”

“But you said you weren’t mad,” she hedged slowly.

I smiled. “I’m not mad, Camillia. However, I am possessive.”

She swallowed, her gaze leaving mine. “Oh.”

Fuck. This female had me all wrong, which was entirely my doing. And now I had no idea how to fix it. “He’s mine, Camillia. And now he’s yours, too. But your little fuck fest has put me in a certain mood. Not one where I want topunishso much asclaim. Do you understand?”

Her eyelashes lifted as she met my gaze again. “Do you need me to leave…?”

I pinched my nose again and nearly growled. This whole situation was fucking infuriating. “No, Camillia,” I ground out. “I need to talk to you and Melek. Together. Please.”

And there’s that word again,I thought bitterly.

It sounds nice in your voice,Melek returned without hesitation.I think our angel likes it, too.

A chime rang through the room before I could reply, a Hellhound in human form appearing with a tray in one hand and an envelope in the other. “This just arrived for you,” Payan said as he held out the latter to me, his gaze on the floor as a showof respect. I didn’t necessarily require their submission, but they often gave it freely.

I eyed the male curiously. “Aren’t you stationed in the Hell Fae bridal camp?”