My incisors ached with the desire tobite. To mark.To mate.
The tendons in my neck hurt as I clenched my jaw, refusing to force Camillia into such a binding. She wasn’t mine. Not in that way.
Not yet,a dark voice whispered in my head, making me shudder.
I buried my face in her neck, my chest heaving from the exertion of my climax and the emotion it had unleashed.
This time was so much more powerful than before, so much moremeaningful.
A heavy weight seemed to settle in my chest, the anchor belonging to Camillia.
Fucking Camillia.
But I couldn’t stop it from forming, my soul somehow already marked by hers.We’re not mates,I told myself.We can’t be mates.
Yet my spirit seemed to feel otherwise.
Impossible.I pulled back to look at her, noting the pleasure-drunk glaze in her pretty gray eyes. If she felt a similar pull, she didn’t show it. She just appeared drowsy and well fucked, her cheeks pink with the effort of our time together.
But Az’s gaze held a different glint, one that said he suspected what I did.
Fortunately, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he kissed Camillia’s throat and said, “Heal her.”
I whispered an enchantment to do just that, prioritizing her over myself. She didn’t seem to notice, too lost to the residual sensations to focus.
She clenched around me again, her aftershocks coming and going in subtle waves that massaged my still-hard shaft. I wasn’t exactly ready for another round yet, but I could definitely go again in a few minutes. Fae were insatiable.
But Camillia was supposedly part human.Unless Zakkai’s cryptic statement is to be believed…
However, just because Zakkai saw something else in her didn’t mean she was as unbreakable as a full-blooded fae.
With that in mind, I slowly pulled out of her, aware that she would need a bit of time to recover, even with my healing spell weaving magic through her veins.
Az caught her up in his arms before her legs could fall to the floor, his Phoenix making a brief appearance in his features before the violet took over again.
“She’s not ready for you yet,” I told him, afraid that he might try to fuck her now. I could barely contain his energy on a good day; I couldn’t imagine Camillia receiving it now.
“I know,” he said, laying her down on the mattress before gently spreading her thighs. “I’m just going to help clean her up.”
Camillia yelped when Az’s lips descended upon her abused sex, her hands going to his hair to try to pull him away. He simply caught her wrists in one of his palms and pressed them to her stomach.
“Shh, just relax and enjoy, little warrior.” He spoke the words right against her clit, making her cry out in response.
I walked over to kneel beside the bed, my palm finding her cheek as I tilted her head toward me. “Tell me if you want him to stop, and I’ll distract him.”
Az grunted in response, then he did something with his tongue that had Camillia bowing off the bed with a surprised moan.
Unintelligible words spilled from her mouth, causing my lips to curl. “Yeah, he’s talented.” I knew because I’d experienced his mouth a few times before. Not often, though. Because Az considered kneeling to be a display of submission.
Thus making his choice now exceptionally interesting.
He’s apologizing,I realized with a start.
All of this had been his way of trying to apologize to me and Camillia.
He wasn’t one for placative words, but he strongly believed in actions.
That was why he’d held her up for me as an offering—he’d wanted to please me. And now he was ensuring that she was thoroughly taken care of, too.
