Page 93 of Hell Fae King

Camillia De la Croix needed to fucking breathe.

Then I could… figure everything else out.

Flames erupted down Azazel’s spine, burning through his shirt and sending tatters of fabric into the air. He ignored it, his Phoenix still building an inferno of cataclysmic vitality. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen from the Commander, his magic swirling in a way that appeared to be bolstered by his new Midnight Fae connection.

Violet and golden sparks danced around him, his hands running up and down Camillia’s legs. He met my gaze from between her thighs, his expression borderline feral. “Now,” he said.

No countdown.

No warning.

Just a command, one I adhered to without hesitation.

A whirlwind of heat blossomed between the five of us, the maelstrom of electricity causing all the hairs on my arms to stand on end. Fire followed, the violet flames engulfing us in an inferno that should have burned yet didn’t.

Because I countered it with my own power, tempering the fire and ensuring our safety while Azazel emptied every ounce of power into his mate.

Melek groaned.

Ajax growled.

And I basked in the glow of our circle.

It was intense. Beautiful. All-consuming.Perfection.

Fae, I wanted more. To feel this every fucking day for eternity. To exist in this bubble of fiery embers, lounge in the flames, and create a new throne for all of us to share.

Including Camillia, I realized, my heart racing as I felt her starting to filter that power back into my Source. But there was too much for her to balance, too much for her to consume and send on, too much for her tosiphon.

Because all of us were flooding her veins with life, forcing her to rejuvenate,to wake the fuck up.

Those big eyes of hers opened as her lips parted on a scream, the sound so fucking delicious that I wanted to shove Melek out of the way and claim her for myself.

But he was already there, already breathing into her lips, his essence a decadent kiss that turned her screams into moans in a heartbeat.

Or maybe that was because of Ajax and Azazel. Perhaps a combination of all of the above.

Our Warden had switched breasts, leaving traces of blood behind on her opposite nipple. And our Commander had fully settled between her legs, his lips having sealed around her clit as he’d shoved all that power into her body.

Now he was driving her wild with his tongue, forcing her to focus on the sensations and ignore her siphoning powers. All while we pumped her full of our magical essence.

If only it was our seed,I thought, my hand threatening to clamp down harder on her throat. I wanted to see her bathed in cum, marked by all of her mates.And me…

Fuck, that was an unexpected desire. Or perhaps not unexpected at all.

I’d meant to deny this forbidden pull, to leave her to Melek and the others, but watching her come undone beneath her mates had me panting with need.

Me. The Hell Fae King… fucking panting.

It was unheard of.

Melek knew how to taunt me, to make me harder than obsidian granite and crave his hot mouth. But this was a whole different level of lust. It was a calamitous yearning that ensnared me in a sensuous web that threatened my sanity.

I had to maintain order.

To be incontrol.

To dominate this female’s power.