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“No, I meanglittering.”

Ajax appeared over Az’s shoulder, his brows drawn downward. “You look like a disco ball.”

I blinked at my mates. “What?” I lifted my arm to see what they meant and gasped at the sheen of gold glitter decorating my skin. A look downward showed that it was all over my torso, too. And Az. Like we’d just rolled in a fucking pile of…

Melek’s sparkly jizz.

A laugh pierced my thoughts in response, one that ended in a soft,You’re welcome, little angel.

I growled.Melek.

Enjoywas his reply.See you soon…

CHAPTER 6

MELEK

“You look pleased,” Ty murmured as I sauntered out of the bathroom in my favorite robe. He sat against the headboard with just a pair of sweats on, a laptop in his lap. “I assume it has something to do with your Camillia?”

“Mmm, yes.” My lips curled even more. “Az just blewourCamillia’s mind, and she erupted in the way only a Virtuous Fae can.”

Ty had returned his gaze to his laptop but stilled his typing fingers upon hearing my words. “Glitter?”

“Yes.”

“I see.”

I arched a brow. “You’re not going to question me? Or comment on Cami’s evolution?”

“I’m fully aware you strengthened your bond with the female, Melek,” he said softly, his fingers moving across his keyboard. “If you want to shock me, you’ll have to try harder.”

“I’m not trying to shock you, my love.”

“Oh?” He paused to glance up at me. “Just more games, then?”

“Are you upset with me?”

He grinned. “No, little prince.” He closed his laptop and set it aside, then slid out of bed to saunter toward me. “I’m simply no longer surprised when it comes to Camillia De la Croix.” He wrapped his palm around my nape, his opposite hand going to my hip. “You’ll have to try harder.”

I matched his amusement. “I mentioned our conversation about me tying her up so you can fuck her. It turned her on.”

He froze. “What?”

“Was that hard enough, my love?” I asked innocently, pressing my lips to his in a lighthearted gesture. “Oh, I suppose that’s a pun of sorts now, hmm?” I moved against his growing erection. “Well, remind me to tell you about her dreams later.”

“What dreams?” he asked right as a buzzing noise sounded.

“You’d better get that, Ty,” I murmured, stepping away from him. “We’ll discuss your starring performance in Cami’s dreams later.”

“Melek.”

“Ty.”

He tightened his hold on my nape, yanking me closer. “I’m never going to fuck her.”

I cocked my head. “Who are you trying to convince, my king? Me or you?”

He growled as the buzzing grew louder, the audience demanding his attention. Whoever was behind that alarm clearly possessed a death wish, because no one ordered Ty to do anything.