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Maybe he could rent out his club and let me have fun for a night.
“If that’s the wish of my queen, then consider it done,” he said softly, his fingers still combing my hair.
“Really?” I asked, surprised that he was not only agreeing but also sounding humble about it.
“Yes,” he replied. “I’ll do whatever you desire, Camillia.”
I shivered, his return to my full name making my insides melt for him all over again. Then the glittering gems caught my attention once more, drawing my focus to the gift still lying in Melek’s hand.
“In the Human Realm, mates wear rings,” I told him.
“Would you prefer that?” he asked, his thoughts serious as he contemplated my desires.
I shook my head. “The necklace feels more symbolic.” And the key charm was absolutely stunning. Not only because of the jewels, but because of the underlying meaning.
Melek had always seen me as the key to saving the Hell Fae Realm and his Hell Fae King.
Now he saw me as the key to their hearts. The being who had unlocked their souls and provided a renewed purpose in life.
“To think this all started because of those figments in the library,” I mused as I reached for his gift. “They gave me Vita that day.”
“I know,” Melek replied. “I was watching.”
Another shiver worked through me, his mind telling me I’d captured his interest from the very first moment he’d seen me. “Was it the number sixty-six?” I asked, referring to the candidate number from that stupid shirt I’d been forced to wear. “Or the insignificant stars?”
He frowned. “The stars weren’t insignificant, Cami. They showed favor from the Source.” He canted his head. “And no. I think it was the tight fabric stretched across your beautiful tits.”
A laugh burst out of me.
“We should bring back the ‘no undergarment’ rule,” he went on. “Make Cami wear only white in the bedroom.”
“Or nothing at all,” Typhos suggested.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m going to un-mate both of you.”
Typhos caught my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. “Our Source won’t allow that, Camillia.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t try,” I returned.
He hummed, his eyes narrowing. “We’ll just court you all over again.”
“I don’t think you ever courted me,” I countered, teasing him. But a flicker of surprise met his features, his eyes widening.
“Would you like me to court you, my queen?”
My eyebrow lifted. “He asks while his dick is inside me.”
His lips curled. “That’s a different form of courting.”
“How romantic,” I drawled.
“Melek’s the romantic one,” he returned, again drawing my attention back to the gift. “I’m the one who makes you come so hard you pass out.”
“Pretty sure we can all do that,” Az said as he entered the bathroom with a coffee mug in his hand.
And no clothes.
I watched him approach, his impressive cock hard as he stepped up onto the platform and down into the oversized tub to sit behind me.
