Page 25 of Hell Fae Captive
I didn’t owe her a damn thing.
And I certainly wasn’t going tosaveher.
What the fuck is wrong with me?I wondered, losing my mind as I unleashed my fury on Az.
He only gave me a few seconds, though.
Then he flexed his hips, grabbed my wrist, and slammed me onto my back as he drowned me in his magic.
Pain licked across my entire body as the process began.
But all of the fight drained out of me in the next breath, my mind unraveling with a truth I didn’t want to accept.
She reminds me of Emelyn.
Thatwas why I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
That regal attitude and those snarky replies took me back to a dangerous moment in time.
A time I didn’t want to think about.
A time I refused to ponder.
A time I would not allow myself to succumb to ever again.
I lived in the present now. Not the past.
It will not consume me. I’m the Warden now. Not a weak Midnight Fae frozen beneath another’s power, but a powerful being known for imprisoning Nightmare Fae beasts.
Az punched my jaw so hard my teeth cracked against one another. “That’smore like it,” he growled, retracting his dark magic to allow me to move. “Now fucking fight me.”
With a roar, I rushed through the haze of black flame and knocked him off of me. He quickly rolled back and we tumbled together, both of us struggling to stay on top. His taunting laugh only made me more savage as he purposefully tapped into my fury—like he always did.
It was fine by me. I welcomed the opportunity to use Az, to release all my aggression, all my pent-up fury.
Emelyn is dead.And I couldn’t do a fucking thing to bring her back. Which was why I needed to live in the present, not the fucking past.
Camillia De la Croix was not Emelyn Jyn.
Camillia could handle herself or die trying.
I didn’t need to take on the burden of helping her.Because I can’t help anyone. Not even myself.
A sense of hopelessness hit me in the chest, and Az took advantage of my weakness. He pinned me to the mat, his lips at the edge of my mouth as we both panted with exertion.
He licked a drop of sweat from my lip, grinding his hips against mine. His hardening arousal coaxed mine out to play as he dipped his mouth to graze his teeth along the shell of my ear. “I win. We fuck my way.”
I growled in response, gripping his head between my hands and forcing his lips to mine. Our kiss was hungry and ferocious.
Bruising.
His tongue battled mine as we both fought for dominance, but he would win.
He always won.
However, I wouldn’t go down without a fight.
I could taste my blood on his tongue, the intoxicating flavor calling to the Midnight Fae within me.Bite, my dark soul whispered.Bite him. I barely contained the urge, swallowing it down with a reminder of what it would do.
