Page 190 of Hell Fae King
Why would she know anything at all?
Fucking flames, we’re surrounded by riddlers,I thought.This really is hell.
Indeed,Az returned, sounding just as irritated.
“Perhaps you’re right,” Morpheus mused, walking around Az toward the house and taking a cookie from Zenaida’s plate. “No need to posture, Kodiak. I have no plans to play with your Omega’s dreams tonight.”
Grumbling sounded from inside the house, causing Zenaida to sigh again.
Fortune Fae Alphas were particularly possessive of their Omega mates.
And I supposed her Alpha mate wouldn’t be all that keen on a Mythos Fae Alpha walking into his Omega’s nest as a result.
I almost hoped the meeting would end in a brawl. It would make for a fitting climax to our very long day.
Though, I also really just wanted to return to our mate.
I trusted Lucifer to take care of her, particularly as I could hear his intentions through our new mating bond. But that didn’t stop me from missing Cami.
If anything, it actually made me crave her more.
Because I could hearwhathe was doing to her right now.
A bath, I thought, somewhat amused.He’s bathing our mate.
And feeding her,Az replied.
He really enjoys delayed gratification, doesn’t he?Because I definitely wouldn’t have had the patience to bathe a naked Cami after months of holding back my attraction to her.She’s practically begging him to fuck her.
I could feel her desire. Hear her mental demands.
And hear his responses, too.
He was insisting on taking care of her first, something that had Cami growling about not needing to be coddled.
But Lucifer’s dominance was winning, leaving our mate panting for him.Fuck, she’s making me want to shadow back right now,I admitted to Az via our mental link.
Same. As soon as we’re done here, we’re joining them.
I thought we were giving Lucifer the night with her,I returned as I glanced at him.
I’ve changed my mind.
I smiled.I approve.
I assumed you would, Warden.He stepped away from me to enter Zenaida’s home. Unlike Morpheus, though, he didn’t take a cookie.
I opted out as well, though I thanked her with a smile as I moved by her in the doorway. “I presume that you know why I’m here,” I said.
“I do,” she replied, following me inside and closing the door.
Her dining room and kitchen often entertained large parties of eight or more, but something about the space felt smaller today. I suspected it was because of the two Alphas in the room.
Morpheus had taken up a position against the wall, his hands in the pockets of his dress slacks.
Meanwhile, Kodiak and Vadim—Zenaida’s mates—stood near the kitchen island, their narrowed gazes on the God of Dreams.
I hadn’t heard them speak yet, something that was an anomaly for them. They weren’t exactly loud, but they weren’t necessarily quiet either. In truth, they were usually much friendlier. Especially Kodiak. But his cold stare suggested he did not consider Morpheus to be a friend. And Vadim clearly felt the same.
