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CAMI

I ’m pretty sure I’m dead, I thought, my eyes refusing to open.

You’re not, a deep voice returned. You’ve just been lost to an orgasmic high for a few hours. But you’re slowly resurfacing.

I frowned. Typhos?

Mmm, he hummed, confirming it was his voice in my head.

Warmth spread over me in the next instant, followed by the sensation of being in water.

My frown deepened. Are we in the bath again?

We are, yes.

Had my eyes been able to open, they would have blinked. You know, for a Hell Fae King, you seem to have a strange obsession with water. One would think you’d prefer fire or brimstone.

He chuckled, and I felt the motion against my side, suggesting I was curled in his lap. “I do like fire,” he replied out loud, his lips brushing my forehead. “But water is more effective for washing off Melek’s glittering claim.”

His words slowly registered in my head, the meaning behind them causing me to growl inside. He turned me into a fucking disco ball again, didn’t he?

Male laughter filled my head, the origin coming from Ajax and Az as they confirmed that yes, Melek had covered me in his infamous golden jizz.

Well, they hadn’t called it that.

But that was how I referred to it.

Some mates bite, Melek murmured into my mind. I prefer angel dust.

Angel dust , I repeated with a mental scoff. It makes me glitter , Melek.

I know. I find it pretty, he replied.

I sighed. There would be no reasoning with him on this one.

At least Typhos was helping to clean it off.

I floated in the bliss of his touch for a while, somewhat lost to my dreamlike state. One where I relived hours of pleasure in my mind.

Gods, my mates were insatiable.

I could still feel them all inside me. Especially Ty…

My brow furrowed. Wait. My thighs clenched, my lips parting. I wasn’t curled up on his lap; I was straddling his lap. And we were still very much connected.

I squeezed my core, feeling his hard dick lodged deep. Typhos .

“Thousands of years, Cami,” he replied, his use of my preferred name new.

Typhos had always called me Camillia, something that usually bothered me, as my parents had also constantly referred to me that way. However, I’d never minded hearing my full name on Typhos’s tongue. He… he said it in a sexy way. One I rather enjoyed.

“I fully intend to live in your cunt until coronation. Hell, maybe even then,” he went on. “It would be a good way to inform the entire realm that you’re mine.”

Okay. Apparently, I needed to wake up.

I forced my eyes open, but I was staring at the side of the tub because my head had been resting on his muscular shoulder.

Clearing my throat, I gained my bearings and pulled back slightly to look at him. “If you try to put me in one of those metal dresses and fuck me on a stage, I’ll kick you in the balls. Just like I did to that Hellhound.”

Typhos’s sapphire eyes glittered. “What if I just put you in the dress, then?”

I glared at him. “Your cock is inside me, Your Majesty . If you value keeping your dick in good working order, you’ll reconsider the direction of this conversation.” I clamped down around him, not that doing so really served as a threat, but it felt like the right reaction.

His nostrils flared, his jaw seeming to tighten. “I’ll let you pick your coronation outfit, but I want you to wear something from me. A ring, perhaps.”

My eyebrow lifted. “A ring?”

He stared at me. “If you won’t let me mark you as mine with my chains, then yes, I want you to wear a ring.”

“You mean I won’t let you torture me again with your chains,” I corrected him.

He frowned. “It wasn’t meant to torture you, Camillia. It was meant to tease you, something I thought would be enjoyable. I’ve since learned that it was neither enjoyable nor welcome. And I’ve apologized.”

“Yet you’re suggesting I wear them again,” I interjected.

“Because I realized that the sensual punishment was simply an excuse for my underlying need.”

I stared at him. “What need?” I asked, confused now.

“My need to mark you,” he replied. “I dressed you in those chains so everyone would know you were off-limits. At the time, I told myself it was for Azazel and Melek. But I now know that wasn’t entirely true. Those chains were riddled in my power, therefore possessing my mark.”

I… I didn’t know how to reply to that. It wasn’t at all what I’d expected him to say. And it changed how I viewed that whole experience. Because it added a level of possession to the incident that oddly made me feel better about it.

Which was a bit fucked up.

But that was my life here in the Hell Fae Realm.

Actually, it was my life… period. Nothing about my existence had ever been normal or smooth. I’d basically gone from one chaotic experience to the next.

“I was also punishing myself,” Typhos went on. “Taunting myself with something— someone —I couldn’t have.” He cleared his throat. “Some might say I publicly claimed you that day. But I’m pretty sure you’ve been mine since the moment you arrived in my realm.”

“ Ours ,” Melek corrected as he entered the bathroom with a tray.

“I brought our mate something to eat.” He moved closer, his athletic torso on full display.

I eyed his gray sweatpants with interest, the material seeming to fall at just the right place on his hips.

“Or maybe she’s hungry for something else? ”

“The Source already reenergized her,” Typhos replied. “She could absolutely fuck again.”

My core squeezed as I curled into Typhos’s massive chest. “Coffee first,” I all but begged. Because I could smell the caffeine on Melek’s tray and I very much wanted to dive into that scent.

Typhos chuckled, his fingers combing through my hair. “All right, little one. But my cock stays inside you.”

My stomach warmed with his words, my insides clenching again. His demand should not be as hot as it was, but I appeared to be as insatiable as my mates.

Melek sat beside the tub, the tray on his lap, and handed me the steaming mug. The whipped cream on top had my lips curling. “Irish coffee?” I guessed.

“Courtesy of Ajax,” he replied. “And this”—he slid his hand into his pocket to pull out a necklace—“is from me.”

I eyed the bespelled jewelry, my mind instantly recalling the first one of these he’d given me. As well as the last necklace I’d worn—the one that had sent me to the Virtuous Fae Realm.

“You know, I haven’t had good luck with necklaces since arriving here,” I reminded him. “I’m not sure I want to accept that.”

His lips curled. “This one is different.” He unraveled the chain to show me the key-shaped pendant on the bottom.

There were four gems decorating the length of the key, each one winking at me in the low bathroom lighting.

“A diamond for me. Sapphire for Ty. Blue tiger’s-eye for Ajax. And a black diamond for Az.”

I stared at the glittering piece framed in yellow gold. “And the magic I sense?”

He shrugged. “It’s covered in our essences. Protection. Love. A promise for the future. A necklace befitting a queen.”

I narrowed my eyes. “That sounds very cryptic, Melek.”

“He’s marking you as ours,” Typhos interjected, sounding amused. “The necklace will tell the realms who has mated you. It’s a sweet but intentional gesture.”

“You can’t keep your cock inside her forever, my king. This seemed like a more practical alternative.”

“I was actually thinking about making her wear that chain dress for eternity instead,” Typhos drawled. “But I suppose this is a kinder alternative. And it ensures no one sees our queen’s finer assets.”

He leaned forward to kiss my neck as I growled in response to his commentary on the chain dress again.

“Calm down, little queen,” he murmured. “You’re making me want to fuck you again.”

“And you’re making me want to kill you,” I told him.

“Would you like me to wear a form of the chain dress to your coronation?” he asked, his mind telling me his question was actually genuine. “I’ll let you make it for me.”

I pulled back to look at him as images rolled through my mind. Sexy images of him in a kilt made of metal. All that sinewy strength on display. A carefully placed chain around his cock, one that tugged when he moved.

Warmth blossomed deep in my belly—a sensation Typhos might have even felt since he was still locked inside me.

But then I thought about how everyone else would see him in those chains, and I frowned. “No.” He wasn’t the only one with a possessive side. Because absolutely not. “You’re not wearing that around other people.”

However, in our suite… I mused, considering what I would do to him with those chains.

His eyebrow arched. “Topping from the bottom again?”

“You gave me the idea,” I pointed out. “And it would be a fun way to punish you…”

Maybe he could rent out his club and let me have fun for a night.

“If that’s the wish of my queen, then consider it done,” he said softly, his fingers still combing my hair.

“Really?” I asked, surprised that he was not only agreeing but also sounding humble about it.

“Yes,” he replied. “I’ll do whatever you desire, Camillia.”

I shivered, his return to my full name making my insides melt for him all over again. Then the glittering gems caught my attention once more, drawing my focus to the gift still lying in Melek’s hand.

“In the Human Realm, mates wear rings,” I told him.

“Would you prefer that?” he asked, his thoughts serious as he contemplated my desires.

I shook my head. “The necklace feels more symbolic.” And the key charm was absolutely stunning. Not only because of the jewels, but because of the underlying meaning.

Melek had always seen me as the key to saving the Hell Fae Realm and his Hell Fae King.

Now he saw me as the key to their hearts. The being who had unlocked their souls and provided a renewed purpose in life.

“To think this all started because of those figments in the library,” I mused as I reached for his gift. “They gave me Vita that day.”

“I know,” Melek replied. “I was watching.”