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My mate was going to fucking come, even if it took me hours to make her do it. I’d hold out for as long as it took. And I told her that with my mind before reclaiming her mouth with my tongue.

Some of the magical hold she had over me seemed to snap, my dominance taking the reins as I forced her to accept more pleasure. More thrusts. More everything .

She exhaled my name as tears glistened in her eyes.

But she knew her safe word.

If she wanted this to stop, she’d use it.

I kept pushing, driving deep, hitting that spot within her that she couldn’t ignore, all while moving my hips in a way that engaged her clit.

It was the most natural of movements, our bodies coming together in a way that confirmed our fate. We were always meant to fit this way. To be together, just like this. For-fucking-ever .

Her body tensed, her insides seeming to spasm violently, and I felt her orgasm coming.

She started to shake her head like she couldn’t handle what was about to happen.

It was probably going to be so intense that it would hurt.

But I’d see her through it. Fuck her through the pain and indulge in her euphoric aftermath.

“T-Ty… I-I…” Her eyes seemed to roll back into her head in the next instant.

And then she was coming.

Hard .

Her body clamped down around me in waves of intensity as her voice gave out from screaming too hard. I didn’t stop moving, my shaft enjoying the trembles and tightness as I fucked her even harder. Hitting that point to prolong her agony and ensure the most exquisite bliss.

Tears escaped her eyes.

Her lips parted in a silent shout.

Her body quivered violently.

I reached between us to stroke her clit, drawing it out even more, until she started begging me to stop inside her mind.

That still wasn’t her safe word.

Which was why I didn’t completely remove my touch, instead choosing to simply push down on her sensitive nub as I pumped into her slick heat. “Keep coming for me,” I demanded. “I want you writhing while I empty myself inside you.”

She shuddered, a decline rolling through her mind. She didn’t think she could handle any more.

But I proved her wrong by forcing her to take more. To feel me possessing every inch of her cunt. By coming so deep inside her that I was certain she could taste my seed in her throat.

I detonated with the thought, my shaft exploding with an orgasm unlike any I’d ever experienced. It was so fucking intense that I nearly blacked out, my body shaking violently in response.

“ Fuck ,” I breathed, burying my head in her neck. “ Cami… ”

I couldn’t stop coming.

It was like I’d saved thousands of years’ worth of cum for this female, my seed needing to fill her to completion. To own her. Possess her .

I bit down on her neck, needing something to ground me, and tasted blood.

Power hummed in response, our bond somehow deepening, like I’d just fucking claimed her all over again. Maybe I had. There’d never been a mating like ours. It was one of a kind. Just like her.

Which made it fucking perfect.

Another wave hit me, my body still coming undone.

Then awareness tickled the back of my neck, a soft voice humming approval into my mind. Little prince , I barely managed to think.

She’s amazing, isn’t she?

All I could do was grunt. Because yes, she was. So much more than amazing, though. There wasn’t a term that captured Camillia De la Croix’s brilliance. She was simply… a Goddess.

I cocooned her trembling form, her body well used and sated.

But she had another lesson to learn.

I kissed her softly, bringing us both down. Then slowly rolled until she was straddling me, my dick still inside her.

“I promised Melek that you would be wet and ready for him when he returned,” I told her, my voice holding a gruff note to it that wasn’t like me at all. But I didn’t care. She deserved to hear how much she’d impacted me.

“She’s certainly wet,” Melek murmured from beside the bed.

Camillia glanced his way, a lust-drunk expression on her face. I really liked that look on her. It was fitting, given what was going to happen next.

“Open yourself for him, Camillia,” I told her. “I want him to take your ass while I’m still inside your pussy.”

Her eyes widened like she couldn’t believe I would tell her to do this.

I simply arched a brow back at her. You have four mates, Camillia darling. And we all like to share. In fact, I could hear Az and Ajax thinking about joining.

Which meant our girl was about to prove her queenly abilities… all fucking night.

Melek lost his clothes—the suit one I noted was different from the bloody outfit he’d had on in the Morpheus Kingdom. He’d obviously showered and changed somewhere.

Not that it mattered.

He was about to get really fucking dirty with our mate.

His tattoos glittered a little as he slid onto the bed, his Virtuous Fae magic radiating off the runes embedded in his skin. One day, he’d tell Camillia the story behind those protective markings.

Perhaps when he drew some onto her skin as well.

I reached around her to spread her ass for his view as he settled behind her, causing Camillia’s eyes to widen even more. “You can take it,” I assured her. “Just like you’ve taken everything else. And more than that, you’re going to fucking enjoy it.”

Melek took a fistful of her hair and twisted her neck a little so he could kiss her on the mouth. She trembled again, but the way her nipples beaded told me she wasn’t afraid. She was aroused. Excited , even.

And that excitement only grew as our prince positioned himself at her back entrance.

“She’s ready,” I told him, aware that I’d mostly prepared her for this.

Oh, it’d sting a little.

Fortunately, our queen enjoyed the bite of pain, something she proved now by moaning as he thrust inside her.

Az and Ajax chose that exact moment to walk in, their gazes instantly falling on the bed. Camillia didn’t react, but I knew she felt their presence. Just as she sensed their intentions to join.

Melek released her mouth as Az kneeled on the bed, allowing the Commander to take over by yanking her into his own kiss. Ajax settled on the other side, his hand reaching out to stroke Camillia’s side like he was checking on her physical state.

The fire in his eyes radiated interest, his pupils dilating with expectation.

Camillia’s pussy clamped down around me again, telling me she more than approved of the night to come. Though, a stroke of her clit had her wincing.

You’ll recover, I whispered into her mind. Trust the Source to rejuvenate you, my queen. And trust your mates to take care of you.

I brushed her clit again as Melek pumped into her ass, our prince indulging in her tight little hole. My dick flexed in response, the thin barrier between us allowing me to feel his movements. It was making me want to come again.

Which I would, and soon.

Because I wasn’t leaving this cunt for the rest of the night.

Her mates could take her other holes. Her pussy was fucking mine.

Then tomorrow, I’d indulge in her ass.

And definitely her mouth, I thought as Ajax turned her head toward his waiting cock. He’d stripped while Az had been kissing her.

I eyed the pierced tip with interest, then watched in fascination as it disappeared between Camillia’s plump lips.

She moaned around him, clearly enthralled by the metal. Or perhaps it was just the taste of our Warden on her tongue.

Regardless, it painted a very pretty picture. “You look so fucking good with all your holes filled, Miss De la Croix,” I informed her. “But I think you’ll look even better when you come while the three of us fuck you.”

Az reached between us, his fingers taking over for my thumb.

Then I gripped Camillia’s hips and started to fuck her again.

If this became too much, she’d let us know.

But I suspected our rebellious little vixen would be just fine.

She was made for this. Made for us.

Because she was our very own… Hell Fae Queen.