Page 204 of Hell Fae King
Well, they hadn’t called it that.
But that was howIreferred to it.
Some mates bite,Melek murmured into my mind.I prefer angel dust.
Angel dust, I repeated with a mental scoff.It makes meglitter, Melek.
I know. I find it pretty,he replied.
I sighed. There would be no reasoning with him on this one.
At least Typhos was helping to clean it off.
I floated in the bliss of his touch for a while, somewhat lost to my dreamlike state. One where I relived hours of pleasure in my mind.
Gods, my mates were insatiable.
I could still feel them all inside me. Especially Ty…
My brow furrowed.Wait.My thighs clenched, my lips parting. I wasn’t curled up on his lap; I wasstraddlinghis lap. And we were still very much connected.
I squeezed my core, feeling his hard dick lodged deep.Typhos.
“Thousands of years, Cami,” he replied, his use of my preferred name new.
Typhos had always called me Camillia, something that usually bothered me, as my parents had also constantly referred to me that way. However, I’d never minded hearing my full name on Typhos’s tongue. He… he said it in a sexy way. One I rather enjoyed.
“I fully intend to live in your cunt until coronation. Hell, maybe even then,” he went on. “It would be a good way to inform the entire realm that you’re mine.”
Okay. Apparently, I needed to wake up.
I forced my eyes open, but I was staring at the side of the tub because my head had been resting on his muscular shoulder.
Clearing my throat, I gained my bearings and pulled back slightly to look at him. “If you try to put me in one of those metal dresses and fuck me on a stage, I’ll kick you in the balls. Just like I did to that Hellhound.”
Typhos’s sapphire eyes glittered. “What if I just put you in the dress, then?”
I glared at him. “Your cock is inside me,Your Majesty. If you value keeping your dick in good working order, you’ll reconsider the direction of this conversation.” I clamped down around him, not that doing so really served as a threat, but it felt like the right reaction.
His nostrils flared, his jaw seeming to tighten. “I’ll let you pick your coronation outfit, but I want you to wear something from me. A ring, perhaps.”
My eyebrow lifted. “A ring?”
He stared at me. “If you won’t let me mark you as mine with my chains, then yes, I want you to wear a ring.”
“You mean I won’t let you torture me again with your chains,” I corrected him.
He frowned. “It wasn’t meant to torture you, Camillia. It was meant toteaseyou, something I thought would be enjoyable. I’ve since learned that it was neither enjoyable nor welcome. And I’ve apologized.”
“Yet you’re suggesting I wear them again,” I interjected.
“Because I realized that the sensual punishment was simply an excuse for my underlying need.”
I stared at him. “What need?” I asked, confused now.
“My need to mark you,” he replied. “I dressed you in those chains so everyone would know you were off-limits. At the time, I told myself it was for Azazel and Melek. But I now know thatwasn’t entirely true. Those chains were riddled inmypower, therefore possessingmymark.”
I… I didn’t know how to reply to that. It wasn’t at all what I’d expected him to say. And it changed how I viewed that whole experience. Because it added a level of possession to the incident that oddly made me feel better about it.
