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Working the paper open, I held it up just as Ajax tackled me to the floor. I spun, using my legs to lock around his neck in a practiced martial arts move I’d learned long ago.

Hell Fae survival training with good old Dad.

At least he’d taught me a few useful tricks.

I drew in a breath when I saw that it wasn’t a list of instructions but an illustration.

If Melek had drawn this, then he was talented. But it was more than that; it was the complexity of the sketch that held my attention and showed his true abilities.

Because it was me.

Bound in ropes.

In a very erotic pose.

And covered in knots.Intricate ones.

“Camillia,” Ajax growled with a deep husky tone, one that sounded almost pained.

I looked down to see him still trapped between my legs, his cheek pressed against my silky red underwear.

Oh.

CHAPTER24

AJAX

Camillia’s fuckingscent held me captive between her thighs.

It was like I’d lost the will to fight, my entire being freezing the moment her red panties had come in contact with my face.

All I wanted to do was devour her.

And that fiery outfit of hers wasn’t helping matters.

It was warm. Sensual.Fucking stunning.I’d hardly seen any of it, her robe having covered the majority of the fabric.

But I’d caught enough of a glimpse to know it fit Camillia perfectly.

“Um,” she hummed, squirming a little.

Which only brushed more of her lace-covered heat against my cheek.

Fuck.Her arousal smelled so sweet, so damnalluring. I wanted to rip her panties off and lick her.Biteher. Saturate myself in her addictive need.

Az had offered me a much-needed outlet just an hour ago with a rough sparring match. I’d been dying from spending the last several days locked up with this delectable female.

It’d taken physical restraint not to touch her. But I knew this was some sort of test from Lucifer. A way to measure my ability to not give in to temptation.

Camillia De la Croix was not meant to be mine. Hell, Melek had just demonstrated that with his kiss. I’d shadowed in just as his lips had taken hers.

I’d been too surprised to leave, my worked-out aggression returning with full force and making my knees shake with the need to react. To push Melek away. Or maybe to join him.

I hadn’t known what I’d desired more. I still didn’t, even now.

She’s not available to me.Not because Lucifer had explicitly said so, but because I knew there would be repercussions if I took her.

That was how Lucifer worked. He might not banish me or kill me, but there would be some sort of punishment involved if I touched Camillia again.