Page 187 of Hell Fae King
“Yes, but edicts often require similar traits.” My arms fell to my sides, and my hands slid into my pockets, which weren’t really there. Because apparently my suit hung around me in tatters.
A consequence of the fall and everything else.
Actually, we were all a little worse for wear. Cami, too. Her tank top torn and spotted with blood, her jeans ripped, her hair wild.
Az and Ajax were shirtless, their chests painted in ash and dried blood.
Even Melek was less than pristine, his suit torn open at the chest to show off some of his tattoos, which appeared to have dried blood streaked across them.
Hmm.
We all very much needed a shower and some rest.
As well as a good fuck.
I’d waited long enough to claim my female. Yet she wasn’t done testing the boundaries of her new role, learning where I would bend and how deep-seated my dominance went.
I raised a brow, daring her to press harder. “Which is it, little mate? An edict or a deal?”
Her power continued to spread, the stalks throughout the field rising in waves. “I’m not ready to define more terms or a deadline. For now, I’ll give the Strigoi time to recover and strengthen their kingdom. However, I expect the humans here to be treated well. They might befood, but that doesn’t mean they need to suffer.”
I nearly pointed out that they weren’t suffering today, just utterly unaware.
But I’d save that history lesson for another day.
Instead, I simply nodded. “As you wish, my queen.”
Now she arched a brow. “Really?”
I stepped forward with a smile. “Are you wanting to see what else you can demand of me and our realm?”
“It’s not really a demand. It’s?—”
I caught her by the nape and pulled her into me, the sharp movement abruptly ending her statement. “It’s a gift that you’ve given them,” I rephrased. “But you seem to want to test my dominance. So what would you like to demand of your king, Camillia?”
She stared up at me. “I can ask for anything?”
“Always,” I told her, meaning it.
“So long as I’m willing to pay the right price, yes?”
My grip tightened, my dick suddenly taking an interest in the direction of this conversation. “I think that depends on the desire, my queen.”
Her pupils dilated as the last of her power spread across the field. She pressed one palm to my chest, the other still at her side. “Our souls are mated.”
“Yes.”
“I think our bodies should mate, too,” she whispered, her gaze boldly holding mine.
My lips curled once more. “You’re asking me to fuck you.”
“No, I’mtellingyou to fuck me.”
“Hmm.” I drew my thumb up the column of her slender neck as I wrapped my other arm around her. “Terms?”
That eyebrow of hers winged upward again. “We’re negotiating sex?”
“For our first time? Yes. Yes, we are. I need your limits, Camillia. Otherwise, I’ll do whatever I want to you.”
