Page 149 of Hell Fae Captive
“Us?” I repeated.
Az merely smiled and kissed me again, this time with the hint of a goodbye on his tongue. I wasn’t sure how I knew that; perhaps I just felt it in the sweet way he took my mouth. But he proved my instincts right as he pulled away to stand once more. He drew his thumb along my lower lip. “You don’t need to behave for Melek, though. Feel free to give him hell.”
He winked and disappeared in a cloud of ash that dissolved before it hit the marble floor.
My lips parted, and I flew upward to touch the space he’d just occupied, confused by his magic. But there was no trace of him. No energy signature. No tangible presence at all. Almost as though the ash hadn’t actually been corporeal, just a burst of power that I’d somehow seen.
Wow, I marveled, my nipples tightening at the graceful display. Az resembled pure power, giving him a decadent flavor I longed to taste more of.
I’d been almost disappointed when he’d taken his cock away from my mouth, even though I’d been struggling to keep up with his brutal movements.
However, I’dwantedto be good enough for him. To be able to tame the beast inside him. To be the one to bring him to his knees.
It’d been a sinful desire, one I’d embraced as he’d fucked my mouth.
And I found myself very much anticipating our next experience.
Which was wrong, of course. Because I needed to be focused on escaping or finding a way out of these trials.
Unless I want to indulge in these gifts, I thought, considering my options.
Melek’s spells.
Az’s intriguing ability to expel power.
Ajax’s useful information—which he had said he would provide more of for the next trial. However, I still didn’t know what that meant or what the next trial would entail. Because he’d wanted to rest first.
While what we’d just done hadn’t felt all that much like resting, I certainly felt more alive now. Refreshed. Not even sore.
Like I had slept for hours.
Wait…I frowned, searching for a clock.Did those orgasms knock me out for hours?
Because I felt like a brand-new Cami, not the broken one from after the last trial.
I shifted my focus around the room, unable to find any indication of time.
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask Ajax, but I didn’t want to wake him. However, when I glanced down, I found him staring up at me with an unreadable expression.
“What are you looking for?” he asked, sounding both tired and suspicious.
“Um, a clock,” I admitted. “I’m wondering how long we’ve been out.”
He eyed me for another long moment, then waved his hand with a murmured spell to show a sundial of some kind. No, not a sundial, amoondial.
“It’s almost curfew,” he said. “Not that you’re allowed to go anywhere.”
I looked at him. “Because I’m still in prison? Or because you don’t want me to go anywhere?”
“Lucifer hasn’t given you permission to leave,” he replied, not exactly answering my question. Or at least not providing the answer I wanted to hear, anyway.
Because part of me had hoped he was the one who didn’t want me to leave.
Which was wrong to an extent, as I shouldn’t want him to want me here. Because I shouldn’t want to be here.
Maybe it won’t just be Ajax who is in denial about what just happened, I thought. Except I wasn’t in denial. I’d enjoyed it. And I wanted to repeat it.
That was the wrong part of the equation.
