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Fighting him was fun. Fighting him felt right.

But this… this felt even better.

My shoulders loosened as his bite shifted into a kiss. Then my limbs turned to liquid as he laved the teeth marks with his tongue.

Fae… I’d never experienced anything like this.

His fingers were still moving inside me, twisting and turning in a way that sent sparks to my nerve endings. It hurt. But his mouth on my neck seemed to distract me from the pain.

However, the sting returned in full force as he shoved deeper and took his lips away from my skin. I jolted as a third finger was added to the mix, the stretch causing my back to arch. “ Typhos, ” I hissed, the agony nearly too much.

“Last warning, little one,” he said, not letting up at all. “Submit or I’ll make you submit.”

Fuuuckkk…

I grabbed the silky sheets beneath me, a scream leaving my lips as he forced me to take another thrust. The burn was that much more intense. That much harsher . “ Please… ” I whispered.

Only, I wasn’t sure if I was begging for more… or begging for something else.

Because suddenly the ache morphed into a new sensation. It still fucking hurt, but it… it felt good, too.

Gods, what are you doing to me? I wondered, feeling dizzy from his roughness as well as the gentle kiss of his scruff against my neck as he pressed his lips to my jaw, just below my ear.

“I’m teaching you how to pray to me,” he murmured, his minty breath seeming to reach every one of my senses. “I’m your God now, Camillia De la Croix. So worship me the way I desire, and maybe I’ll reward you.”

A rebellious part of me wanted to hate him for those words, to fight the very meaning behind them. But as he started kissing a path down my spine, I couldn’t find the strength to even try to speak.

Because while he was telling me to worship him, it certainly felt like the opposite was happening—that he was priming me to be cherished. To be fucked into another existence.

Now you’re getting it, he hummed into my mind. I’m your God, but you’re my Goddess, too. So let me take you to the stars, my queen.

He nibbled one sensitive globe, the skin smarting from his previous strikes against my ass. But it felt good, too. The strange mixture of passion and torment was making me dizzy, my mind struggling to focus on what I should say or do.

All I wanted was to bow to this male and let him do whatever he desired.

It would be so much easier. No worries. No responsibilities. Just… just endless oblivion. Following his orders. Pleasuring him.

And being pleasured in kind.

I quivered, the tremble seeming to traverse my entire being, to the point where I pushed my hips into the bedding below. Because I needed friction. I… I needed more .

But another swat to my ass had my back arching instead. “Your pleasure is mine to give, Camillia,” Typhos said from between my legs. “And you haven’t earned it yet.”

I nearly snarled in frustration. However, I somehow channeled the angry energy into my hands as I clutched the bedding once more.

That must have been the right decision because his tongue traced the crease of my cheek, right where it met my leg. Then traveled upward… to a place… I’d never been… Fae!

His wet caress instantly chased away the sting his fingers had created, causing my heart to skip in my chest. Because wow. Wow . I… I didn’t know how…

I moaned, the sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It had hurt more than I’d realized. But now… now he was healing me. Warming me. Making me feel so, so good .

“Typhos,” I whispered, his name leaving me for entirely different reasons now. “ My king .”

He hummed, clearly pleased with me for using his title.

At some point, he’d told me it wasn’t necessary. But I heard in his mind now that he enjoyed me saying it while in bed with him. It was about power. Respect. And mutual understanding.

Because, to him, a king and a queen were partners. Not one above another, but a pair who governed together .

So it wasn’t about rank or any sort of traditional hierarchy.

It was about leading .

As a unit.

But knowing when to succumb to the other.

Such as here… in the bedroom. My king needed my submission. And deep down… I needed to submit. To give him the power and just accept his dominance.

I’d given all of myself to the realm today. To the fae. To my mates. To this world.

Now it was time to recover. To let my king thank me in a way only he could. To indulge in our new bonds. And simply exist.

I understood now, the purpose of all this. Why trust mattered so much to all my mates. Why Typhos had insisted on caring for me before properly claiming me.

Because he needed me to feel safe.

Protected.

Secure .

So that he could push me to my limits. Take me to the stars. And fuck me the way a king should.

“I’m yours, my king,” I told him as I fully relaxed beneath him. “You can take me however you want. Wherever you want. In whichever way you desire.”

He speared me deeper with his tongue, then slowly withdrew.

“Good choice,” he said, kissing my abused flesh before sliding back onto his knees behind me. “Now turn over and spread your legs for me. I want to taste that magic little pussy of yours. The one that enslaved all my men. The one that brought me to my knees.”

The threat was back in his voice, his tone deepening to a low growl that had my toes curling in response.

“After I’m done memorizing your sweet cunt with my tongue, I’m going to make you come for me, Camillia De la Croix. As many fucking times as I demand. Because this is my pussy to please. And you, my darling little queen, are going to take every fucking thing I give you. And more. ”