Camillia responded by pressing herself against my groin, her wet kiss a clear invitation. But I wanted to hear her say it.
“Tell me what you want, Camillia. Tell me in explicit terms, and I’ll give it to you.” I wanted her consent. I wanted to know this was real. I needed to believe this wasn’t just Az’s Phoenix seducing us both. “Please, Camillia. Tell me what youneed.”
“You,” she said, her nails biting into my nape. “I want you inside me. To feel that piercing. To feelyou. And you need me to bleed.” She arched her neck. “So drink from me and fuck me.”
Az purred in approval, the vibration one he rarely made and very much coming from his Phoenix. I caught flickers of black fire in his gaze, confirming his animal was exceptionally close to the surface. But the violet remained, grounding my friend as he continued to hold Camillia up like a damn offering for me to fuck.
Her thighs tightened around me, her pussy pushing against my cock. “Please,Ajax. I want to feel your power.”
I caught her hip, my hand brushing Az’s as he slid his touch up to her waist. “You sure about that, Camillia?” I asked her, sliding between her slick folds. “I might hurt you.”
“Then we’ll bleed together.” Her fingers trailed away from my nape to my shoulder, her thumb brushing one of my snake bites before applying enough pressure to make me groan. “Give me everything, Ajax.”
This was not at all how I’d expected everything to go. But I was done second-guessing it. Done worrying about Az’s interference. Doneoverthinking.
I just wanted Camillia.
Her heat.
Her moans.
Herpleasure.
I moved back enough to reposition myself against her, only for Az to reach down and grab my base, his grip firm and cruel as he forced me to meet his burning gaze. “You’re going to tell me how every inch of her feels, and you’re going to make her come at least twice before you empty yourself inside her.”
Fucking Az.Of course he would dictate this, just like he controlled every other encounter together.
But I wasn’t about to argue with him.
If he wanted me to make Camillia come, then I’d make her fucking explode.
He must have read the agreement in my gaze because he angled my head downward toward her wet opening, guiding me right toward the heart of her.
I didn’t think; I acted, thrusting forward the moment he released me.
Camillia cried out at the impact, her thumb digging harshly into my wound as Az returned his lips to her neck to bite her again.
A curse slipped from her mouth, her body tensing between ours and giving me pause. “Are you okay?” I asked, needing to know we hadn’t truly hurt her.
“Yes,” she breathed. “More than okay. Now fuck me, Ajax.Hard.”
Fuck. This female was going to dismantle every part of me, destroy all my preconceived notions, and force me to do more than feel.
She was going to make me fall hard.
She might just make me love again.
I refused to allow the thought to infiltrate the moment, my mind shutting down as I focused on how she felt. “So fucking tight,” I breathed, doing my part in telling Az the details he’d demanded. “I feel like I barely fit.”
“Then loosen her up,” he suggested, a sinful note in his voice. “Make her take you.”
Camillia responded to his words by squeezing the shit out of my shaft, her inner muscles stronger than I would have anticipated. “She definitely likes hearing your commands,” I told him as I slid out to the tip. “Her cunt contracted around me the moment you spoke.”
I slammed back inside, earning a scream from Camillia and a groan from Az. He’d felt the power of that thrust through her, likely making him envision himself sliding into her from behind. But rather than take part, his hands went to her waist again, holding her in place while I gripped her hips and drove into her again.
And again.
And again.
