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CAMI

I glared at Typhos’s bare back, his wings having vanished soon after we’d arrived. Now his muscles created an erotic display that had my thighs clenching with need.

A need he’d stoked for the last hour while in the bath.

While forcing me to eat.

When all I wanted was to devour him instead.

Our Sources had joined, our mating bond fully intact. I needed to fuck him and complete our connection. To finally feel that thick dick of his inside me.

But he was prolonging my torment by trying to take care of me instead. While I appreciated the effort, there was a part of me that he was very much neglecting to touch.

And I was really fucking tired of it.

“I can hear you over there pouting,” he murmured, his back still to me. “I told you, Camillia. This is a lesson in dominance.” He turned around as he finished wrapping a towel around his waist, the cotton material hiding his impressive erection from my view. “You can’t command me, little one.”

I narrowed my eyes again. “You’re punishing me for saving your life.”

“This isn’t punishment, little siphon,” he said, sauntering toward me.

“This is me ensuring that you know I’ll take care of you.

” He cupped my jaw and leaned down, our gazes locked together in an intense stare.

“I don’t want you to forget how gentle I’ve been.

Because when I take you, I’ll be anything but. ”

If he weren’t so close, I would have folded my arms across my bare chest and scowled at him. But he was only a hairsbreadth away from my mouth. So all I could do was say, “You’re teasing me.”

“No, I’m warning you,” he returned. “The things I plan to do to you are going to make you question my intentions. But I need you to know and believe that I cherish you. Because you might feel otherwise very soon.”

I shivered. There was a threat lingering in those words, a threat I very much wanted to experience. “Yes, please.”

He chuckled, his lips ghosting over mine. “So eager to be destroyed.” His hand slid down to my neck, his touch turning harsh against my throat. “What’s your safe word, Camillia?”

“Camping,” I said, the word coming out a little choked, thanks to his tightening grip.

“And if you can’t speak?” he asked, his palm cutting off my ability to breathe.

I lifted my fist in the air. He studied it for a moment, like he was assessing whether he liked it or not.

But after a beat, his grasp lessened and he murmured, “Good girl.” He grabbed my thighs and parted them, then yanked me forward to where I teetered on the edge of the counter.

I took hold of his shoulders to keep myself from tipping backward.

“It’s been a very long time since I fucked a woman,” he told me.

“Thousands of years, Camillia. So when I say that I’m going to take every part of you, I mean it.

I want your mouth. Your cunt. Your ass. Every fucking hole.

And you’re going to let me use you.” He drew his nose across my cheekbone to my ear, where he nibbled the lobe. “And you’re going to beg for more.”

I shuddered, my nipples beading against his chest. “Yes, my king.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, approval radiating from his chest. “Such a good little mate, letting her king master her.”

His lips skimmed down to my throat, his teeth threatening against my skin.

I swallowed, my heart hammering in my chest.

He was barely touching me, and I was already on the verge of an orgasm. I could feel it curling inside me, demanding release.

Gods, we’d only been in the bath for an hour, yet it felt like years of foreplay were finally coming together for the climactic act.

So much teasing.

So much yearning .

So many dreams.

But this was real. Typhos was here. Touching me. Owning me…

“Outside of these walls, we’re equals, Camillia,” he whispered. “But in here, you kneel when I tell you to kneel. You spread those long legs when I ask you to. And worship my cock like it’s your fucking deity.”

Another shudder worked through me, my legs squeezing around his hips. “Yes, my king,” I told him, aware that he wanted a response.

Because I could hear his mind.

Feel his intentions.

Understand his expectations.

Fae, he really is going to destroy me…

But the Source— our Source—would put me back together again.

He released a low growl, the sound vibrating every inch of my being. His hands left my hips to grab the marble counter, his mouth still lingering against my throbbing pulse.

I waited, my breath stalling in my chest.

Yet all he did was inhale. Then exhale. Then inhale again.

My lungs began to ache, my need for air finally taking over. But right as I parted my lips, he struck . His palm encircled my throat as his teeth sank into my neck.

I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. His grip was too tight.

His opposite arm came around my waist to pull me even farther off the edge and into his chiseled torso. Then his mouth captured mine, and he pushed air into my lungs. His air. Breathing for me. Mastering me. Making me his .

Oh, fuck… My insides turned molten hot in response to his dominance, his essence, his everything .

I wanted to climb this man and make him mine. Bite him. Mark him. Please him…

He carried me from the bathroom to the bed in his suite, his mouth against mine. We weren’t kissing, just breathing. Just existing. Just… mating .

Gods, I could feel him in every inch of my being. Yet the space between my legs had never felt so empty.

Part of me wanted to beg.

But Typhos didn’t give me a chance to speak or even think as his tongue invaded my mouth. Suddenly, all I could do was try to keep up with his demand, his mouth possessing mine in a way I’d never experienced before.

I barely felt the mattress meeting my back. I was too consumed by his touch, his heat, his hands… They were roaming up my sides, tracing my curves, and ending at my breasts.

A gasp escaped me as he pinched my nipples with a little too much force, but that gasp quickly melted into a moan as he massaged the hurt away.

His hips settled between mine, the damn towel blocking me from truly feeling him. My hands went to his toned sides and down to the fabric, my desire to rip it away taking over. But the second I tugged on it, he caught my wrists and sent my world spinning.

I released a groan as my face met the pillows.

Then froze as Typhos pressed my tender breasts into the mattress by placing his hand between my shoulder blades and pushing down.

What…?

“Apparently, I wasn’t clear,” he said against my ear, his heat bathing my back. “In the bedroom, you bow. I lead.”

A resounding smack filled the air as his palm met my ass, causing me to jolt. “ Typhos .”

He tsked as he shifted backward. “What happened to my king , hmm?”

Another slap had my thighs squeezing in protest while my insides curled into something hotter. Something… exciting .

“Ask me for another,” he said, his lips brushing my ear again. “ Beg me , Camillia.” His hand caressed my tender backside, causing a strange sort of moan to slip from my mouth. “Mmm, not quite good enough, little one.” His fingers slipped down between my legs to stroke me where I desired him most.

I gasped, my insides seeming to pull tight with excitement as he neared my clit. Only for him to withdraw in the next breath.

“So fucking wet for me already,” he murmured, drawing his touch back to my other hole. “Maybe I’ll spank you, then fuck you raw here, just to take the edge off. Perhaps then you’ll be ready to beg me for more.”

I turned my head so I could look at him, only to jump as he smacked my other cheek. The burn spread up my spine while heat curled in my lower abdomen. Fuck…

“Trust me, little one, I’m considering it,” he responded, obviously having heard my thoughts.

“But if you don’t start cooperating, I’m going to ensure the fucking is for me, not for you.

Because I only reward good girls with orgasms.” He leaned down again, his lips at my ear once more.

“And you, Camillia De la Croix, have been trying to top me from the bottom for far too long.”

Gods, I couldn’t tell if I wanted to punch him or mount him.

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 will take them.”

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.