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CAMI

F ae…

I had no idea how this dream started, but I hoped it would never end. The last thing I remembered was surrendering myself to the inferno inside me and vowing to never be Vivaxia’s siphon.

However, now…

Now I’m naked. On a bed. And surrounded by four hot-as-fuck fae.

One of whom just said he wanted to watch as all three of my mates fucked me.

Part of me knew this was real, not a fantasy. Yet it was all too incredible to be believed. Particularly as Typhos was here and issuing sensual remarks.

When he threatened to choke me with his cock, I nearly combusted.

Then he had to get all arrogant with me and taunt me with that line about asking for what I wanted. I couldn’t admit out loud that I wanted him to follow through on his threat. That made me… made me… Well, I wasn’t sure. It made me something .

Because I shouldn’t want him.

Only, I was having a really hard time remembering why I shouldn’t want him.

Especially when he looked at me like that . He’d been focused on my mates before, but he was staring down at me again, his hand still around my throat. “Azazel is going to lie down, and you’re going to straddle him,” he told me.

Part of me wanted to reject the command, just to see what he would do.

But then Az started moving, and I was suddenly hypnotized by all the masculine beauty on display. His muscular form was exquisitely defined, all sinewy lines and bulging strength. And that phoenix tattoo on his chest… Fae, it almost looked alive .

My tongue snuck out to dampen my lips as I caught sight of the impressive length between his legs, the desire to taste him hitting me right in the heart. Fae, I wanted to lick that drop of precum off his tip and indulge in the power that was all Az.

However, Ajax beat me to it.

The moment Az settled onto his elbows, Ajax leaned down, his gaze on our mate, and closed his mouth around the tip.

My heart kick-started, my lungs suddenly too tight to breathe. Because fuck , that was hot. But also… You’re okay, I thought, connecting to Ajax’s mind.

I’m more than okay, little rebel , he returned, his voice warm as he took Az deeper into his mouth. I’m fucking phenomenal.

I swallowed, my gaze skating over his nude form. I wasn’t sure when he’d lost his clothes or… or when I had either. I suspected it had something to do with Az.

But it was all feeling so dreamy. So unreal. Four sexy fae… I nearly closed my eyes, wondering if I needed to wake up. Or if perhaps I’d died.

There’d been so much power.

Too much power.

I’d… I’d been unable to harness it.

And Vivaxia…

Shh, Ajax hushed into my mind. Stay in the present with us, Cami. And don’t even think about pushing our power out of you.

Our power…? I echoed, shivering as a wave of electricity rolled across my skin. It took me a moment to realize it was Melek’s finger sending shocks through my being, his gaze intent as I glanced up at him.

“You pushed too much into the Source,” he murmured aloud, responding to my train of thought.

“Ty told us to flood you with energy and coax you into taking it.” His multicolored irises flickered with heat.

“Now we’re going to ensure you keep it.” He lowered his lips to my abdomen, his expression filled with wicked delight as he began kissing a path downward.

Each touch lit my skin on fire, his power humming along my being and soaking into my spirit. “I didn’t know you could do that,” I whispered, every part of me feeling alive.

Melek had kissed me before. Touched me, too. But this… this was underlined in powerful vibrations that had my soul sighing inside.

Az hissed, drawing my attention to him as Ajax drew his teeth along his shaft. “You’re fucking with me,” my Phoenix Fae mate accused.

“I’m dominating you,” Ajax returned. “So sit there and enjoy it.”

My thighs tensed in response to their words, only for Melek to push my legs apart and settle between them. “Ty and I will prepare her to be fucked while you two play,” he said, his mouth against my heated center.

Ty and I, I repeated, my gaze flying up to the Hell Fae King. He was sitting beside me on the bed, his suit ruffled but otherwise intact.

While the rest of us were naked—including Melek—something I noted now as I ran my gaze over the tattoos decorating his chiseled torso before returning my attention to Typhos.

He canted his head, like he was pondering something.

Then he leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine as Melek slid two fingers into me below. I jolted, the combination of sensations underscored by a bolt of fire as they drowned me in their auras.

So much power, I marveled, shuddering. If Vivaxia ? —

No, Melek interjected. Don’t think about her. Focus on this—on us.

But if she ? —

“No, little angel,” Melek said, shifting to speak out loud again. “We’re safe here. You are safe here. Let us heal your soul.”

“No one can touch us here,” Typhos added against my mouth, seeming to follow the conversation despite it having begun in my mind with Melek. “My Source is stronger than ever thanks to you, little siphon. So relax, enjoy, and let your mates worship you while I protect you all.”

I trembled beneath the weight of his commentary. There was a hint of praise in there with his words of gratitude, but also a note of command underlining that last part.

Can I trust him to protect us? I wondered, staring into his eyes.

He’d stopped kissing me to speak but remained right against my lips. And now he was gazing at me with a ferocity that stole my breath.

He took dominance to a whole new level.

Suddenly, I simply wanted to let him lead. To give in to his need for control and enjoy, just like he’d told me to.

Questioning my faith in him was a moot point.

Because I already knew the answer. Of course he would protect us. It was what Typhos Lucifer did—he protected everyone in his realm, especially his inner circle.

Rather than respond verbally, I arched my neck and kissed him. It was almost like what I’d done in his bed the other day when I’d thought it was a dream.

But this was more than a fantasy.

This was me bowing to the Hell Fae King and expressing my gratitude for his guidance. For his leadership. For keeping me— us —safe.

I didn’t want to fight this attraction anymore. I didn’t want to fight him . I merely wanted to exist in the moment and let whatever this was happen.

His palm cupped my cheek, his responding touch gentle.

Until it wasn’t.

He’d let me lead into it.

But the Hell Fae King sure as fuck finished it.

His tongue slid into my mouth, demanding reciprocation and compliance as he took possession of me in a way only Typhos could. And I let him. Oh, how I let him.

Flames erupted in my veins, his power flourishing inside me as Melek speared me with a third finger and closed his lips around my clit.

I moaned, but the sound was lost to Typhos’s mouth. My king , I thought, bowing to his command while arching into Melek’s touch. My prince.

A groan from Az had me adding, My Commander… and my Warden . Because I could feel Ajax pleasuring Az, taunting him, teasing him with his tongue and mouth.

Something about their embrace was different right now.

Because Ajax is leading . Az always told him what to do. Yet this… this was Ajax’s choice. He was telling Az what to do. Not with his words, but with his actions.

And I could hear the intent in his mind.

His desire to be in control, to force Az to submit .

This was a battle of wills.

Only, Az wasn’t fighting it.

He was letting Ajax take control.

This is… so… hot.

It’s about to get hotter, Ajax replied, a smirk highlighting his tone.

I nearly asked what he meant as power blasted through the room… from Ajax biting down. Az’s responding growl vibrated my entire being, causing Typhos’s palm to slide down to my throat where he held me in place and continued devouring me.

I was panting.

Writhing.

So consumed by the magnetic burst of energy that I could barely breathe.

You just mated Az … The words resembled a pant in my mind, my ability to process what was happening barely registering above the chaotic current swirling in the air.

Yes. He’s mine. And I’m his. And you, my darling little rebel, are ours .

That final word echoed through my mind, or maybe out loud.

I… I couldn’t tell what was mental or vocal anymore.

Nor did I care. Not with the sensations building inside me from Melek’s ministrations below.

At some point, he’d started prodding my ass as well, his hands working me over in a delicious way as Typhos owned my mouth.

Fae, I’m being burned alive , I thought, moaning into the Hell Fae King’s kiss while trying to move my hips. But a palm on my abdomen held me down.

Typhos’s palm…

Part of me registered that I was no longer thinking of him as Lucifer but as Typhos . Then another part of me overrode the instinct to ask why and forced me to focus on his mouth instead.

Just let go , I told myself. Stop thinking… and indulge.

“Mmm, such a good little angel, letting us take care of you,” Melek praised from between my thighs. “Just wait until our cocks are inside you, claiming you from the inside out.”

A shudder worked through me, my mind fracturing beneath the onslaught of sensations and intrinsic need.

I could feel Az’s pleasure mounting, Ajax’s bite having nearly made him come. Only, the Warden wasn’t allowing it. He was forcing Az to hold back, to wait until he was inside me. All the while, he stoked his desire, bringing him to the point of climax only to shove him back down again.

Because he wanted Az’s eruption to be filled with the most potent energy imaginable, to force me to take it and keep it.

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 being filled .

“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 understood why .

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 Az burn .

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

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.”