Page 19 of Hell Fae Prince

He palmed her cheek, his forehead meeting hers before she could reply.

“You want to know how I fuck, and I want to teach you. But I can’t do that in my current state.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth, the embrace slow and purposeful while he gave me time to formulate an answer.

But I didn’t need time.

I’d already decided.

And I told him that by unraveling the paradigm around us, the temporary bubble-like space one I’d created in a hurry to provide us with some privacy while speaking about Virtuous Fae.

However, we didn’t need that privacy now.

What we needed was a bed.

One big enough for group play.

The bed in our guest suite would do just fine. It was private enough for what we needed to do. And if anyone overheard us, well, I hoped they enjoyed the show.

Because I was about to rail Az’s ass.

Take out every frustration on him with punishing thrusts.

Force him to accept every inch of my wrath.

Then make him come all over Cami’s slick cunt.

“Get on the fucking bed,” I told him, purposely goading him. He made the demands in our relationship, not me.

But if he wanted touseme, then I was going to fucking use him, too.

And I would enjoy every damn minute of it.

A deep rumble came from Az’s chest, one that reminded me of the countless hours we’d spent sparring over the last ten years. His eyes opened to reveal black irises, the purple nowhere in sight.

Hello, Phoenix,I thought, staring at power incarnate.

Az tilted his head just slightly, the birdlike move telling me his animal was very much in charge right now. But in a blink, the violet returned, creating an intriguing pattern of obsidian and amethyst swirls.

He’d told me how mating us had joined him with his Phoenix.

Now I could see it.

And had I been paying attention over the last few weeks, I might have noticed it earlier.

Alas, here we were.

I either embraced the future or lived in the past. The story of my life, really. But one look at Cami compelled me to move forward. To step into our destiny. To accept… our existence.

I pulled my torn shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor as I stepped backward toward the bed. Az’s heated gaze tracked over my torso, exploring every rigid line before zeroing in on my hand unfastening my belt.

Using his hands on Cami’s hips, he turned her to watch, his lips going to her ear. “Isn’t he beautiful, little warrior?”

“Yes,” she replied without hesitation.

He pressed his lips to her pulse as he hummed in appreciation. “You’re gorgeous, too,” he told her before tracing the column of her throat. “I fully intend to worship you while Ajax fucks me.”

Her nipples beaded in response to his words, her tongue sneaking out to dampen her lips.

“Are you okay with this?” I asked her as I drew my zipper down. “Because I’ll refuse him if that’s your wish.” I meant it. She came first. And I knew he felt the same way. He’d proved that much over the last few weeks.