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Devious prince, I thought, moaning inside as he gave me another languid caress with his hot palm.

“No physical gifts other than sustenance,” he reiterated as his opposite hand came up to begin unbuttoning my dress shirt. “Through the Nightmare Fae Trials.”

“In return for?” I prompted, his breath hot on my sternum as his tongue traced his fingers down the center of my torso.

The fabric fell from my shoulders seconds later, his movements quick and skilled and so fucking perfect. I threaded my fingers through his long hair, wrapping his thick strands into a fist as he trailed kisses down my body. He went to his knees again, his wicked mouth nibbling my hip bone while he gazed up at me with dark intent in his expression. “Name your price, my lord.”

Dealing with Melek was always a risk. He knew exactly how to play my body, to draw out my desires and needs, and frequently navigated me into a position where he could easily win what he wanted from me at the lowest price imaginable.

But this was why I considered him mine.

I liked that he played these games. I loved that he knew how to draw out the best bargain with just a few licks and bites. And I fucking adored the way he looked up at me now, his body in a position of worship and his features filled with licentious purpose.

He loved deals just as much as I did. Particularly, deals that ended with him in this position with my hard cock only inches from his mouth.

“Suck me off,” I demanded. “Then I’m taking your ass.”

His irises glittered. “For how many nights?”

Now it was my turn to smile because that question was proof of how well he knew me. “Seven.”

“Consider it a deal, my lord,” he replied, his lips moving to my crown. “Our bargain begins now.”

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

CAMI

I relaxed on the ground,my legs limp and my arms loose at my sides.

Focus, I told myself.Inhale. Exhale.

The scents in the air reminded me of a barn, only tinted with a sulfuric undertone that made me want to gag. These cages had clearly been used to hold more of those creatures from the other side. But they’d been revamped to include some elegant furnishings and the ratty rug beneath me.

After the gargoyle’s subtle warning, I knew better than to touch the fancy couch or footstools. I could almost taste the scent of magic surrounding them, too. But I wasn’t sure if that was real or just my imagination.

The hours passing me by in this cell were beginning to mess with my head.

Ajax had left shortly after his hypnotic buddy had disappeared. The sexy, dark-haired fae had remained nameless during our interaction, yet I’d fallen deeply into his swirling violet gaze, my mind melting beneath a wave of need unlike any I’d ever experienced. Then he’d snapped me out of it with a sharp yank of the chain from my neck.

I touched my throat, recalling his touch there and the way it had made me feel.

Dangerous, I decided.That male isverydangerous.

I couldn’t tell what kind of fae he was either. Some sort of mix, which I supposed made him a Hell Fae. But I’d sensed an animal within him, perhaps because of the predatory way he’d watched me with those eerily beautiful eyes.

Stop thinking about him, I commanded, trying to focus again on my breathing.

I needed to sleep or rest. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to fight whatever came next.

However, the stomping of shoes nearby told me my time for rejuvenating myself was done. Without a window, I couldn’t say what time it was or if a full afternoon of rest had even passed.

It could have been ten minutes since Ajax had left, or a few hours, or a day, and I really wouldn’t know. Not with how time seemed to shift around down here.

Although, my stomach wasn’t too heavily complaining, so that implied I hadn’t been down here for too long yet.

Metal dragging over concrete sounded, drawing my attention to the shimmering doorway. Ajax hadn’t locked me in here the traditional way with an iron door. No. He’d woven some sort of sickly web over the exit as though to dare me to try to flee.

“I’m disappointed,” he admitted as he sat on the stool. “I half expected you to at least try to undo my compulsory enchantment.”