Page 3 of Hell Fae Prince

He was pleased by his deal with Ajax, eager to hear how the Warden would respond to his offer. And he was darkly intrigued by Az’s mounting pleasure. I could feel it radiating through him, deepening his need to fuck.

“I don’t want to crave her,” Ty admitted in the softest of voices, his vulnerability uncharacteristic and entirely warranted. “She’s dangerous, Melek.”

My palm slid up from his chest to cup his cheek. “All change is dangerous, my king.”

He shook his head. “I don’t trust her.”

“I know.”

“She’s a threat to the Source,” he went on.

“She’s not.”

His hands went to my hips, his still-hard cock pressing against mine through my slacks. “You don’t know that, Melek.”

“I feel it,” I countered, my fingers drifting to his nape. “Her intentions are good, my king.”

“We’ll see,” he replied.

“We will,” I agreed. “Now, about that distraction…”

“Is it for me or for you?” he asked, crowding me even more against the wall.

“Why can’t it be both?” I wondered aloud. “Our mates are playing, Ty. You feel it. I feel it. Let’s join them in our own way.”

He shook his head, not to deny me, but in a gesture of defeat.

Everyone saw this fae as an intimidating godlike being of immense power. It was true. But he was also my Ty. My king. My love.

“Let me worship you,” I whispered, my fingers drifting to the buttons of his dress shirt to begin unfastening the fabric. “And in return, you can take care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you, little prince.”

“I know,” I told him. “You take care of all of us.” I leaned down to kiss his throat. “And now I’m going to thank you for it.”

“Melek…”

“Shh,” I hushed him. “Let me play. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

He gripped my nape, forcing my gaze back to his. The world dissolved around us, only for our bedroom to appear, his expression intense.

“It’s my turn to play, little prince.” He walked me backward into the mattress, a strand of rope magically appearing in his hand.

Mmm, it seemed my king was in the mood to punish. “Tell me what to do, Ty,” I dared him, eager to engage in a sensual battle of wills.

“Take off your clothes and get on the fucking bed,” he demanded.

I practically purred in response.

Or maybe that was Az’s purr I heard through Cami’s mind.

Regardless, this was going to be fun.

Just like the weeks to come…

CHAPTER 1

CAMI