Page 32 of Hell Fae Prince
CHAPTER 7
CAMI
A FEW MINUTES EARLIER
Great. Just fucking great.
Ajax’s “disco ball” comment was way too appropriate. And no amount of water and scrubbing seemed to fix it.
Because I was fuckingglittering.
I wiped my hand through the fog on the mirror, furious that it still resembled the same golden sheen in the reflection. “Ugh.” I wrapped the towel more firmly around myself and stomped out of the bathroom to where Az and Ajax were waiting on the bed. They’d joined me in the shower as well, both of them trying to help me cleanse my skin.
Alas, no.
“You’re right. I look like a fucking disco ball,” I ground out, causing Ajax’s lips to twitch. “This isnotfunny.”
“It is kind of funny,” he replied, making my eyes narrow at him. He held up his hands, causing all those delicious muscles in his arms to flex. “I can try a few spells if you want.”
“She’ll just absorb them,” Az muttered, causing Ajax to sober. “Just like she took all my energy.”
I grimaced. Because yeah, apparently that had also happened. The power exchange Az had feared—the one he’d wanted Ajax to take the edge off of—had all gone into me.
I hadn’t realized it until our shower when Az told me my orgasm had basically yanked both men into oblivion with me, whereby Az had lost all control and unleashed everything he’d been holding back. That was why my climax had been so powerful—I’d literally been riding the high of an energy explosion.
But I was fine.
He was fine.
Ajax was fine.
So… everything was fine.
Except my skin.
Gold. Fucking. Melek. Jizz.
This time, the male in question didn’t laugh. Actually, he’d been quiet since telling me toenjoy it. Whatever the hellthatmeant.
“I need more coffee,” I muttered.
“As you wish,” a gravelly voice replied. Sir Silber appeared a moment later with a tray in hand, coffee mugs already steaming. “On the balcony, in the living area, or in bed?”
“The living area would be great,” I told the gargoyle. “Thank you, Sir Silber.”
The tiny stone creature gave a little bow and went into the living room to set the coffee table. “Do they just lurk in the walls, waiting to be called upon?” Az asked, his attention on Ajax.
Our Midnight Fae mate shrugged. “They’re always listening, sort of like figments, only far more useful.”
“Better-looking, too,” Sir Silber commented as he stomped back into the room. “You know, because you can see us.”
Ajax smiled. “Yes, I got the joke.”
“You didn’t laugh.”
“It wasn’t very funny.”
Sir Silber huffed. “See if I bring you coffee again.”
