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You’re making me jealous, little warrior,Az murmured.Do I need to ash over there and remind you what I can do?

I shivered, my insides turning to liquid fire at the very intimate knowledge of what Az was capable of doing to me.As much as I love your cock, I need to let Melek have his moment right now.It was purposely worded in a way I knew Az would like.

His responding growl proved me right, his approval warming our bond.I’m going to make you show me how much you love my cock later while I fuck your mouth.

I swallowed.I’ll scream it for you,I promised.

Good girl,he replied.Now go show Melek what Ajax and I have taught you.

Ajax released a sound of noncommittal agreement, his possession wrapping around me in a warm mental kiss before he released me to Melek’s touch.

“Tell them I’m going to make you glow,” Melek said against my mouth, his hands on my hips. “And maybe I’ll let them help me lick you clean afterward.”

He ensnared me in a kiss before I could react to the vivid mental picture his words had just painted in my mind, his embrace all-consuming and overpowering.

It felt like the last few months of knowing one another had been a prolonged game of foreplay, like we’d been dancing around the inevitable for eternity.

His tongue parted my lips, his hands lifting me onto the bed.

And suddenly I was sprawled out beneath him, his wings stretching out over us in a cloud of white and gold.

I stared up at him in wonder, his glorious form both regal and godly. Gorgeous and sinful. A fallen angel sent here to corrupt my soul.

But my soul was already partly his.

Soon to be fully his.

“Mate me,” I whispered.

He smiled. “You have no idea how much I needed to hear you say that.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “I’ve craved you since that first day in the library, Camillia De la Croix. It was so hard being a gentleman when all I really wanted to do was strip you bare and take you against the shelves.”

My insides burned at the thought. Would I have let him? Maybe. Probably. Because I’d been just as taken with him that day. Scared, too. But the attraction had definitely existed between us from our very first meeting.

Melek rolled to the side and propped himself up on an elbow, his wings disappearing in a flourish. “The final level of mating requires a blood exchange from the same hands we cut before. And the ancient incantation must be voiced in unison as well.”

I stared at him, waiting for him to continue. “Anything else?”

He shook his head. “It’s a fairly simple process in our physical forms. It’s our souls that have to do all the work.”

I considered that for a moment. “Why does that sound like another one of your riddles?”

“Because it’s a mystery even to me,” he replied. “We’ll mate in corporeal form, but for the bond to truly thrive, our souls have to mate, too. Neither of us can control that outcome. Either our spirits will accept our intertwined fates, or the bond will shatter for good.”

My eyebrows lifted. “You’re saying our souls could reject each other?”

He nodded. “That’s how Virtuous Fae bonds work—it’s about our ethereal energy matching another’s ethereal energy. In theory, not all souls desire the mate-bond.”

“So we might not be mates?” I asked, suddenly panicking. Because that seemed like a pretty fucking big deal.

Yet all Melek did was grin. “We’re mates, Cami. I’m sure of it.”

“I’m glad you’re so sure,” I muttered.

A dagger appeared in his hand, the same bejeweled one that had magically manifested itself when we’d engaged in the second mating level.

“Faith, little angel, is the key to everything.” Another knife materialized beside the first, and he held them out to me. “Pick one and we’ll begin.”

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