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I swallowed, uncertain if I could handle it.At least I can push?—

Typhos’s palm tightened on my throat, his teeth skimming my lower lip.

“I felt that, little temptress,” he breathed against my mouth. “Don’t even think about touching my Source right now.” His thumb traced the column of my neck as he pulled back to stare down at me. “I want you pumped full of so much energy that you’re bursting like a star. And I want to watch your mates’ seed drip out of your holes. Do you understand me, Camillia?”

His words stole the breath from my lungs. Hell, they short-circuited my damn brain. Because no one had ever said such a thing to me before.

And now all I could imagine was beingfilled.

“Words, Camillia,” Typhos said, his gaze narrowing. “Tell me you understand.”

My throat worked against his palm, my heart beating so fast I was surprised I could hear him over the rapid thud echoing in my ears. “I… I understand.” That was true, right? I understood what he wanted—to watch my mates fuck me.

But I… I wasn’t sure I understoodwhy.

Does it even matter?I wondered.

“Hmm, it’s not perfect, but we’ll work on your obedience, little one,” he murmured, his lips ghosting across mine.

“You told her not to use titles, my king,” Melek said, his lips brushing my sex and sending tingles through every inch of my body.

“I don’t want her to use titles.”

“Yet you’re thinking about her calling you her king,” Melek returned, the smile evident in his voice. “Which, I agree, would sound delicious on her lips, hmm?”

“Always meddling, little prince,” Typhos replied.

“It’s won me an orgy in our bed, hasn’t it?” Melek sealed his lips around my clit before I could even process his words.

But Typhos certainly understood them.

And he chuckled in response, then claimed my mouth with a vengeance.

Flames danced across my being once more, heightened by the arousal and expectation of my mates. Melek sucked hard, drawing me to the edge of a climax that he halted by abruptly pulling away.

Only to repeat the action while Typhos held my lips captive beneath his own, leaving me incapable of screaming in frustration.

I gripped the bedding, my knuckles no doubt white from how hard I clutched the silky material in my fingers.

Over and over again, Melek taunted me.

All while Ajax made Azburn.

It was torturous passion, making me so wet I wasdripping.

Az’s mind told me how hard he was, how badly he wanted to come.

But Ajax was relentless, his mouth pushing Az to his limits. He wanted to see if Az would snap and demand control.

However, Az was resolute in letting Ajax lead, his need to bow to his mate a gift wrapped up in an unspoken apology.

When Ajax realized that our Phoenix Fae mate wasn’t going to grab the reins, he finally released him.

“You realize holding out this long is just another form of control, right?” Ajax asked him. “You’re proving your own restraint.” He kissed Az’s cock—an action I felt, more than saw, through the bond. “So you’re never truly not in control, but I appreciate the effort. Now let’s go fuck our little rebel.”

CHAPTER 25

MELEK