Page 100 of Hell Fae King
Gods, she was phenomenal. So damn perfect.My sweet love, I thought, whispering the words into her mind.You’re the key to everything.
Balancing power within the Hell Fae Realm.
Defeating Vivaxia once and for all.
Providing a reason to exist.
Giving me cause to fucking breathe.
I wasn’t sure how to convey all of those cherished reasons, so I simply channeled them into my touch. Her pussy squeezed around me, her orgasm mounting all over again.
She clamped down on my ass with her ankles, trying to force me to keep moving, ensuring I didn’t withdraw.
But she wasn’t in charge here.
This was about power exchange. Flooding her with so much sensation and energy that she couldn’t even consider giving it back.
Which was why I pulled out of her before she could explode.
She screamed in frustration, her nails resembling claws as she made me bleed. “Melek.”
“You haven’t earned the right to come yet, little siphon,” Ty interjected. “Rewards are earned. Now let your mates fuck you and work for your pleasure.”
Cami tore her lips from mine to glare at Ty. “You are not in charge here.” The words came out breathy, undermining the intention behind her declaration.
“I’m not?” he countered, arching a brow.
He was the picture of bored elegance, leaning back against the headboard beside her, his long legs crossed at the ankles. But I could sense the heat simmering beneath his suit.
He was barely holding on to his control.
Something he didn’t let her see but allowed me to feel. His need was a brand in our bond that seared me from the inside out.
If Cami wasn’t careful, he’d lose all manner of self-restraint and pin her—a reaction I very much wanted to witness.
So I carefully crawled backward, freeing her. She sat up instantly, her breasts beautifully aroused and swaying with the movement. “I could tell you to leave,” she informed Ty.
“You could,” he agreed. “Would you like me to?”
My heart rate slowed as I waited, my stomach tightening with an emotion I didn’t want to name.
“N-no,” she stammered out. “I just…”
“You just meant…?” he prompted her, his eyebrow winging up even higher.
“That I have the power to make you leave,” she said, her voice lowering to a whisper.
“Of course you do,” he murmured, lifting his hand to cup her cheek. “Your safe word ensures you have the power any time we play. But that doesn’t mean you’re in charge, Camillia De la Croix. The ability to stop a scene and the concept of controlling it are two separate entities.”
“Did you share your safe word with him, Cami?” Az asked as he drew his finger down her delicate spine.
“Yes,” she told him.
“Say it,” Az told her, his own dominance coming out to play.
She swallowed, her gaze still on Ty. “Camping.”
“Good girl,” I said, leaning over to press a kiss to her shoulder.
