Page 127 of Hell Fae Warden
But it wasn’t like I could stop now.
Damn it.
With no other recourse, I continued dressing.
Grim acceptance wound icy snakes around my heart as I continued pulling the lacy chain in place. One thick metal strip ran from my belly button to my mound, covering my intimate parts entirely.
Well, there’s that.
Except the knobs of the chain rubbed right up against a certain bundle of nerves, making me curse every time I moved.
My fists wrapped around the chains looped over my hips as I tried to tug and adjust it, but the magic sealed it in place, just like the part around my thigh.
Meaning I was now stuck with a metal configuration that stimulated my clit every time I moved.
Fantastic.
“If this was Melek’s idea, I’m going to kill him,” I vowed.
But I doubted this kind of mindfuckery was Melek’s doing.
This seemed to be about humiliation, which was most definitely Lucifer’s forte.
And I would be thoroughly humiliated even if I didn’t have to take off my coat. Because every step shot friction through my core and it would force me to remain very, very still throughout the rest of the day.
Which would be an extremely long time, given that it was still morning and the trials would likely run through the night. Perhaps even until tomorrow.
I hate this.
Once I was finished “dressing,” I ran my fingers through my hair under the pretense of being presentable, then snatched up my jacket and put it on.
Ajax was nervously pacing behind the couch by the time I exited the bedroom.
He glanced up and frowned. “You’re not ready yet?”
I gave him a raised brow. “I’m wearing the damn chains. You just can’t tell because there’s not much to them. And I amnotremoving this coat.”
He shook his head. “No, I meant your hair. And you need shoes.”
I looked down and realized I was still barefoot. “Okay, fine. Maybe I need shoes. But what’s wrong with my hair?”
Instead of answering me, Ajax pulled out his wand and pointed it toward me.
Impatient much?
I glowered at him as his pine-scented energy circled around me. “Eager to see him take off my coat?” I snapped.
Magic tugged at my hair, adding something to my long strands, while a pair of strappy red heels wound up my calves. “No,” he said.
But he didn’t elaborate.
When the spell dissipated, I ran my fingers through my hair and found that he had added red lace braids to the mix.
“Why are you so on board with this?” I asked.
I’d intended for my question to come out angry, but instead I just sounded hurt.
Why aren’t you standing up for me?
