Page 100 of Hell Fae Prince

“I know,” I told him. “I told you—I see you now. Iknowyou.”

“Which means we’re on the right path,” he whispered, his forehead touching mine. “I want to stay on that path, Cami. I want to feel you beneath my silk, make you writhe. But first, Ihave to show you what it means to be mine. To properly earn your faith. Then, one day, when you’re ready, we’ll play.”

He kissed me again, this time with intention. Sensuality. The sweetest hint of seduction. By the time he finished, I was panting and praying that he planned to do more.

Because I wanted his mouth on other places.

His hands roaming my bare skin.

To feel the strength of his thrusts between my thighs.

“I want to finish the bond,” I told him. “I want to be yours.” Yet I had no idea what that required.

However, a part of me hoped sex was involved.

His lips curled like he could hear me. And he probably had. I wasn’t masking my emotions or my thoughts from him or any of my mates.

I was just being me.

Trusting my fae to respect my mind and honor my desires.

Az and Ajax had already proved more than capable of doing both.

And Melek… Well, it was like he’d said—we were wandering down the right path.

Renewed respect and understanding blossomed in my mind as I started to comprehend his comments on trust and how we weren’t fully there yet.

He was right.

But I wanted to be there.

And the first step toward that fate was to acknowledge our bond. To complete it. To officially becomemates.

“I would ask if you’re sure, but I can hear the resolution in your mind,” Melek breathed, his gaze seeming to memorize my features.

His thoughts told me he couldn’t believe this was happening. Mere moments ago, he’d assumed I intended to reject him entirely.

Now, I was asking him to claim me for eternity.

“Tell me what to do,” I said.

“Oh, the ways I could interpret that statement.” He kissed me once more, his tongue weaving dark promises against mine. He didn’t pull away again until I was panting, my brain solely focused on him. His nearness. His decadent scent.Like sin,I thought.Pure, unadulterated sin.

His eyes smiled, the multicolored irises gleaming with wicked intentions.

Wicked intentions I longed to experience.

Because I was done fighting this attraction. Done denying how I felt.

Maybe everything that had happened had jarred my brain, forced me into a mode of compliance. Or maybe it’d made me want tolive.

I chose to believe it was the latter.

I’d been fighting for freedom my entire life, desiring my independence and a normal existence. Something that didn’t involve random camping trips or being left in the middle of a forest fire. But I was never meant to be normal.

I was me.

Part Virtuous Fae, part Hell Fae.