Page 133 of Hell Fae Captive
Az grabbed Ajax’s towel in the next breath, yanking it from his hips and grabbing the hot arousal beneath.
My lips parted at the sight of Ajax’s cock in Az’s fist. And the metal barbell at the end.
The one that went through the head of Ajax’s shaft.
He’s pierced.
He’s pierced down there.
He’s huge.
He’s pulsing.
He’s so fucking beautiful.
All the thoughts scrambled through my mind, wiping every ounce of sense from my being.
I want to lick him. I want to feel that barbell inside me. I want to join.
Az ran his thumb over Ajax’s weeping slit, then brought the essence up to his own mouth to lick it off.
Ajax panted in response, his hungry eyes on Az.
“Do you want to taste him, little warrior?” Az asked, his darkened irises refocusing on me.
“Az,” Ajax warned, some of that power igniting once more.
“You told me to fuck you, and I’m going to. But what about you? What abouther?” Az didn’t take his gaze off of me while he spoke, making me burn that much hotter for them.
Because his words were an invitation.
An invitation I should absolutely reject. These men were my captors. But fae lived by different rules.
And they weren’t the actual reason for my imprisonment.
If anything, Ajax had tried to improve my accommodations. He’d been honest from the beginning, too.
And Az… I barely knew. Yet his straightforward approach left me breathless. He was the kind of man who could approach a woman in the bar, tell her he wanted to fuck, and have her naked in minutes.
If I were that woman, I’d say yes in a heartbeat.
Just like I wanted to do now.
“Leave her alone, Az.” Ajax’s fingers went to Az’s pants to deftly undo the top button. “Go hide in my room, Cami.”
Az grunted. “Like that’ll save her.” His beast-like gaze remained on me. “Want to play with us, little warrior?” He grabbed Ajax’s shaft again and gave him a violent stroke, causing the other man to curse as he yanked down Az’s zipper.
The animalistic aggression in the room darkened as Az lost his pants entirely, leaving both men naked with Az’s focus still entirely on me.
Ajax grabbed him in a similar manner, demanding his attention. “Run, Cami.”
I couldn’t.
I couldn’t entirely breathe, let alone move.
They were too hot. Too imposing. Tooconsuming. All my attention falling to their thick, pulsating arousals.
Az was longer and leaner than Ajax, which seemed true to form, considering he had a few inches of height on Ajax, too.
