Page 49 of Hell Fae Prince

She was the embodiment of desire—of aqueen—and her smoldering anger as she flexed her fists at her sides made my mouth water.

I had expected her fury, craved it even.Mmm, let the game begin,I thought as my Warden and my Commander stepped up behind her, their symbolism not lost on me.

A united trio.

Soon to become a circle, I mused.

The golden goddess glided down the stairs with lethal thunderstorms brewing in her gray eyes. But it wasn’t me she was glaring at.

That look was for Melek.

What did you do, little prince?I asked him, not able to hide my amusement. Because the furious female practically oozed sex appeal, her heels clicking with tumultuous resolve with each step she took.

I have no idea,Melek said, a hint of unease in his tone. Yet he appeared to be just as enamored with the sight of her.I’m not sure if I should be frightened or turned on. The latter seems to be winning.

Hmm,I hummed, forbidden images playing through my mind.

Images Melek had implanted, thanks to his sinful thoughts over the last week.

Every time we’d fucked, he’d whispered words and scenarios about Camillia.

Typically involving her being helpless and at our mercy. Begging to be fucked. Whimpering withneed.

All I could see was Melek tying her wrists with matching golden ribbons that glittered over her skin, her bent over as I slid the dress aside to indulge in what waited underneath.

“Melek,” Camillia hissed as she approached. Fiery energy practically licked off of her skin, and I couldn’t help but entertain the fantasy of taming it.

Of tamingher.

Just like Melek wanted me to do.

But that will never happen, because the last thing I need is for this vixen to unravel me like she’s unraveled the others.If I couldn’t keep a level head around this tempting female, then we were all doomed.

“Hello, little angel,” Melek murmured, ignoring the venomous way she’d uttered his name. “You are positively radiant, love.”

“Oh, you mean this?” Camillia asked as she plucked at the strap of her dress. It snapped back into place as if it had a mind of its own, causing me to raise a brow. “What did you do to it, Melek? Why can’t I take it off?” An adorable growl accompanied her questions, making me wonder what that sound would feel like against my cock.

She crossed her arms, which only pushed her cleavage upward and drew my gaze down to the glittering golden necklace hanging from her neck.

The orb at the bottom settled nicely like a puddle between her breasts, the waterfall effect rather enticing. It made me picture Melek’s cum dripping down those mounds in a similar fashion. I didn’t try to dispel the pleasant imagery. My prince would have his fun with her, when she came to her senses.

And I would watch. I would allow that small indulgence, at least.

“Let me guess,” she fumed, not giving Melek a chance to respond. “I’m going to spontaneously orgasm in the middle of the dance floor and shoot glitter jizz over everyone?”

Melek’s multicolored eyes brightened with delight. “Well, that would be a sight to behold.”

“I’m serious, Melek,” she snapped, leaning in as she practically shoved me out of the way.

Did she not notice that I was right here?

“What did you do to it?” she demanded, her cheeks turning a crimson shade that complemented her pink lips. “The last timeyou gave me jewelry, it earned me the wrath of the fucking Hell Fae King.”

A chuckle practically purred out of me. “Wrathis a rather strong term, isn’t it?”

Her sea-gray eyes finally shifted to me, and she went completely rigid, her violent summer storm turning to ice in an instant.

“I-I… I didn’t see you there,” she admitted.