Hell Fae Prince (Hell Fae #4)

Prologue Melek

PROLOGUE: MELEK

“ I n order for me to offer you solace, a home, your Warden position, access to the Hell Fae Source, and your Hell Fae Bride of choice, you’ll need to become my mate, Ajax.”

Ty’s words played through my head on repeat, causing my lips to curl more with each echo.

Of course, Ajax’s reaction hadn’t been as exciting as I’d hoped.

“You have one week to decide, Ajax. Choose wisely. It could be the last decision you ever make,” Ty had said.

Ajax’s eyes had simply narrowed for half a second. Then his features had hardened into a mask of stone, giving nothing away. “You’ll have my answer at the Interrealm Fae Ball.”

With that anticlimactic statement, he’d vanished. I could have tracked him, but I suspected our Warden needed some space to think.

I’d grant him that.

And entertain my king instead.

Hmm , I hummed, still lounging about on my throne while Ty relaxed nearby. He appeared to be pleased by Ajax’s nonchalance. Potential and mate kept playing over in his mind, followed by a rare hint of admiration.

Admiration he typically reserved for me.

And sometimes for Az.

My eyebrow inched upward as I pushed upright to saunter toward him. “Are you considering what our dear Warden would be like in bed, my king?” I asked him.

Ty’s ocean-like eyes met mine. “The only one I want in my bed is you, little prince.”

My eyebrow winged a little higher. “Oh?” I paused between his sprawled thighs, his relaxed posture at odds with the turmoil darkening our bond.

The Hell Fae Realm was under attack. Vortex-like portals were threatening our kingdoms. And we were not any closer in discovering the culprit behind the assaults.

There were also several false leads.

Like Maliki in the Netherworld Kingdom.

He’d opened that portal for the Ghouls to escape into an alternate reality to participate in some glorified mating ritual known as Monsters Night .

Thus far, it seemed coincidental.

But my king didn’t believe in coincidences.

Something larger was at play here, disturbing his bride trials and wounding his previously immaculate reputation.

On top of all that, he had uncertainties within his inner circle.

Uncertainties surrounding Camillia De la Croix.

I might be partially to blame for that.

However, I wouldn’t apologize.

She was the key. The solution . And the Hell Fae King was slowly learning why. Each layer peeled away revealed more of her potential underneath. Soon, he would desire her as much as I did.

Dropping to my knees before him, I gently palmed his thighs. “You know what I think?” I asked him casually, my touch gliding upward at a gradual pace.

He canted his head to the side, his long hair falling in dark waves over his muscular shoulders. “That you want to celebrate your victory by sucking my cock?”

My lips curled. “Yes, that,” I admitted. “But I also think you’re lying to yourself, Ty.” My hands reached for his pants, my thumb deftly undoing the button above his fly.

“Regarding?” he rumbled out.

I drew his zipper down, freeing his prominent erection. My gaze lifted to his as the head angled upward toward my mouth. “I’m not the only one you want in your bed, my love.” I sealed my lips around him before he could reply, eliciting a low groan from my king. His fingers instantly wove through my hair, holding me to him and forcing me to take more.

“I want Ajax for power,” he growled, his grasp turning bruising in an instant. “He’s an ideal candidate and a worthy mate. But that doesn’t mean I want to fuck him, Melek.”

“Mmm,” I agreed around his dick. So what about Cami? I asked mentally since my mouth was otherwise occupied.

The Hell Fae King’s nostrils flared, his gaze darkening. “What about her?”

I merely smiled, my tongue tracing his throbbing shaft and earning another one of those delicious rumbles from his chest.

I bet she would enjoy learning how to please you, my love , I whispered after a beat. Taking you deep. Choking around your length.

An act I suspected she was currently engaged in with our Commander.

Because I could feel her arousal searing my bond. Her dark interest a beacon that nearly had me teleporting to the Midnight Fae Realm just so I could watch her and Az play.

He was a beast.

A Shifter Fae with feral needs.

And from what I could tell, she was meeting those needs right now.

Our perfect angel, sinning on her knees.

My king would feel it, too, sense Az’s elation through the mate-bond they shared.

Ty might not favor our Commander in a sexual manner, but that didn’t mean he was immune to the erotic wave whirring through their connection. He could feel every ounce of pleasure, just like I could, only I was sensing it through Cami, not Az.

The Commander’s arousal would be even more intense, his Black Phoenix heritage riddled in primal energy. Ty would have felt Az’s pleasure before, particularly when he’d played with our Warden. But this was different. This was about her .

I suspected Ty wasn’t closing off his connection to our Commander like he normally would.

Because my king wanted our little angel, too.

He just wasn’t ready to admit it. Not even to himself.

“Fuck,” Ty ground out. “I don’t want to think about her, little prince. Not when it’s your mouth wrapped around my cock.”

Liar , I accused, my teeth dragging along his thick length.

He yanked me off of him so fast I barely had a moment to comprehend his intentions before my back landed harshly against a nearby wall. His gaze burned into mine as he pinned me there, his muscular form taut and intimidating against mine.

“I don’t lie,” he said through his teeth. “Not to you. Never to you.”

I pressed my palm to his heart, my expression softening. “I’m not the one you’re lying to, my love.”

His gaze narrowed. “Melek?—”

“I’ll stop pressing,” I promised, my lips ghosting across his. “But only if you give me something else to think about.”

A tic started in his jaw, one I felt against my mouth as I leaned in to kiss him again. He didn’t move. Just held me captive against the wall, his chest slowly rising and falling against mine.

So much pent-up rage.

So much frustration.

So much excitement .

He was pleased by his deal with Ajax, eager to hear how the Warden would respond to his offer. And he was darkly intrigued by Az’s mounting pleasure. I could feel it radiating through him, deepening his need to fuck.

“I don’t want to crave her,” Ty admitted in the softest of voices, his vulnerability uncharacteristic and entirely warranted. “She’s dangerous, Melek.”

My palm slid up from his chest to cup his cheek. “All change is dangerous, my king.”

He shook his head. “I don’t trust her.”

“I know.”

“She’s a threat to the Source,” he went on.

“She’s not.”

His hands went to my hips, his still-hard cock pressing against mine through my slacks. “You don’t know that, Melek.”

“I feel it,” I countered, my fingers drifting to his nape. “Her intentions are good, my king.”

“We’ll see,” he replied.

“We will,” I agreed. “Now, about that distraction…”

“Is it for me or for you?” he asked, crowding me even more against the wall.

“Why can’t it be both?” I wondered aloud. “Our mates are playing, Ty. You feel it. I feel it. Let’s join them in our own way.”

He shook his head, not to deny me, but in a gesture of defeat.

Everyone saw this fae as an intimidating godlike being of immense power. It was true. But he was also my Ty. My king. My love.

“Let me worship you,” I whispered, my fingers drifting to the buttons of his dress shirt to begin unfastening the fabric. “And in return, you can take care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you, little prince.”

“I know,” I told him. “You take care of all of us.” I leaned down to kiss his throat. “And now I’m going to thank you for it.”

“Melek…”

“Shh,” I hushed him. “Let me play. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

He gripped my nape, forcing my gaze back to his. The world dissolved around us, only for our bedroom to appear, his expression intense.

“It’s my turn to play, little prince.” He walked me backward into the mattress, a strand of rope magically appearing in his hand.

Mmm, it seemed my king was in the mood to punish. “Tell me what to do, Ty,” I dared him, eager to engage in a sensual battle of wills.

“Take off your clothes and get on the fucking bed,” he demanded.

I practically purred in response.

Or maybe that was Az’s purr I heard through Cami’s mind.

Regardless, this was going to be fun.

Just like the weeks to come…