Page 135 of Hell Fae Warden
I slipped my fingers under the edges of her coat, determined to find out if she’d followed my command or not, and paused when a shiver of power rushed between us.
Her flaring nostrils told me she’d felt it, too, but her face remained impassive. Almost as though she was suddenly bored.
What is this? What happened to the emotion in her eyes?
It wasn’t dulled, necessarily. Nor was it chased away by dejection or anything depressive.
She was simply staring back at me with a look that said,Do your worst, Hell Fae King.
Like she didn’t fear me at all.
And I found that oddly… intriguing.
No,arousing.
This woman really is enchanting,I realized, her energy shivering over my skin.Except…I considered her for a long moment, my gaze narrowing at the subtle shimmer in the air.Oh, no wonder I’m aroused.
I brushed my lips over her cheek, my tongue sneaking out for a taste of what I’d just begun to suspect.
Melek.I opened our mate-bond to say,You dusted her again.
I did,he admitted.
When?
Two days ago,he replied.When I kissed her.
I nearly jolted in surprise.You kissed her?
I did,he confirmed.Thoroughly.
Hmm,I hummed, intrigued.I want details later.
Or you could kiss her yourself,he offered, his voice playful.Although, I think she might bite you if you try.
I smiled, pulling back from her.She absolutely would,I agreed, catching the flare of her pupils. She was still hiding behind this new mask of self-assurance, but that subtle hint of rage peeked at me now.
No more stalling,I decided, pulling the jacket open.
Camillia didn’t make a move to stop me, instead holding my gaze the entire time.
Shouts of approval echoed through the nightclub as the feather-layered jacket fell to the floor.
But Camillia ignored them all, her eyes solely on me, her confidence shining through.
The holograms throughout the Hell Fae Kingdom all showcased her clearly on the screen. Not that she bothered to look. But I could see it in my peripheral vision, just as I could see her right before me.
She was stunning with her hair tied up in ribbons that matched the vibrant red woven through her chains. Her gorgeous breasts were on display, framed perfectly in the chains, while the rest of the garment masterfully accented her lower half while keeping it beautifully hidden.
The heels she’d added were a nice touch, the red lace matching her outfit as it wound up her shapely legs to her thighs.
That’s a cleverly placed knot, my king,Melek mused. I couldn’t see his eyes but assumed his gaze was on the secure strand trailing down her abdomen to her pussy.
I thought you might approve of that,I replied.
I do. As well as the red color.
It suits her,I admitted, still holding her gaze.As does her assertiveness.
