Page 51 of Hell Fae Warden

It was probably because a part of me still wanted him to hurt.

Or, more likely, I found his sacrifice enticing. Those cuts had to be excruciating, but he was choosing to play with me over focusing on his own healing.

Because he thought he deserved it.

Maybe he did.

However, I told him with my tongue that he didn’t. Told him with each kiss that I wanted him to be whole, to be alive, to be… to be Ajax again.

Either he didn’t understand me, or he didn’t want to comply, because he continued to bleed as his fingers went to the top of my jeans.

Az’s hand met him there, his own fingers tugging at my zipper while Ajax popped the button. Then they worked together to pull off my pants, leaving me naked between them.

Ajax’s pierced cock hit my belly, the bulbous head weeping in expectation.

I wanted to taste him again. But I also needed something different.

What would all that power feel like inside me? Would it make him bleed more? Would he give me everything, despite the pain?

Az’s hands went to my hips, his lips once again by my ear. “I want him to fuck you against me, sweet warrior. Use me as a wall, let me support you while he takes you.”

I shuddered, that proposal painting a vivid picture in my mind, one I refused to deny.

Then he increased my need by removing his own shirt, placing his hot skin to my back, and branding me with his heat.

“Yes…” The word was in response to the sensation, but also to what he’d offered. Because yes, I wanted that. All of it. To feel them. To experiencethis.

Ajax pulled back to study my expression, his eyes searching mine for something I didn’t understand.

Whatever it was, it could wait, because I was ready for him, my thighs slick with obvious desire. I wrapped my palm around his base, pulling him toward me and angling him downward as I went up onto my toes again.

He hissed as his head met my wetness, his entire body seeming to jolt as though in agony.

Then Az lifted me, giving us a better position and allowing me to wrap my legs around Ajax’s hips.

“Fuuuck,” Ajax groaned as I rubbed his cock against me, proving that I wanted him, that I was more than ready to take him.

Or so I hoped, anyway.

I felt primed and ready from our last play session because it didn’t feel like that long ago to me.

Although, Ajax was thick. And he waspierced.

I had no idea how that would feel, but I knew I could take him. I had to. Iwantedto.

His forehead went to mine, his eyes closing on a wince as he grabbed Az’s shoulder for support.

“Take her,” Az encouraged him. “I want to feel you fuck her against me.”

“It’s going to make me bite her,” Ajax warned, his throat working on a swallow. “I won’t…can’t… mate her… against… her will.”

“Then I’ll bleed her for you,” Az offered, the stubble on his chin tickling my neck. “Assuming I have your permission, little warrior?” The words were hot against my skin, his teeth skimming my pulse.

“Shifter bonds,” Ajax gritted out. “Your Phoenix—”

“Isn’t in charge right now,” Az murmured. “I am.” His tongue teased my thrumming vein. “May I bite you for Ajax, Cami?”

I shivered, the offer oddly euphoric even while it should be terrifying.