2. Typhos
CHAPTER 2
TYPHOS
F uck , Melek’s mouth was my addiction. My everything. My life . The way he played me with his tongue while gripping my base with his hand…
I’d give him anything.
The world.
This entire fucking universe.
Mmm, all I want from you is your cum, my king, Melek purred into my mind as he hollowed his cheeks around my shaft.
I cursed, a growl rumbling in my chest. “Deeper,” I demand. “Take me deeper.”
Thinking about Cami’s sweet cunt? Melek whispered, the taunt in his voice nearly undoing me.
I hadn’t been thinking about Camillia at all, but his words created an image I couldn’t ignore. A desire I longed to suffocate. An urge that gripped me by the balls and made me that much harder.
Because now all I could think about was how Camillia De la Croix would take my cock. How deep she’d swallow. How hard I would fuck her.
“Melek,” I snarled.
Have I mentioned how skilled her tongue is? he asked as he licked some precum from my tip. “If she gives head nearly as well as she kisses, then we’ll both be in for a world of pleasure,” he added out loud, his lips brushing my damp skin. Then he closed his mouth over my head and sucked me into the back of his throat.
Flames lit up inside me, my desire mounting to a crescendo that tightened my groin and left me breathless. “You’d better fucking swa?—”
Blazing agony speared through my mind in the next breath, killing my orgasm and knocking me off-kilter as Az’s fury whipped across my senses. You asked Ajax to mate you? he demanded, his words underlined with power.
Melek popped up, his expression concerned. “Ty?”
“I’m fine,” I ground out, my hand going to my throbbing head as my body caught up with the pain licking a fiery path down my spine. Az, I hissed back via my mental connection with my normally levelheaded mate.
What the fuck, Typhos? What the hell are you thinking?
That mating Ajax will allow me to better protect you and Melek, I muttered back to him.
I don’t need your fucking protection.
You do, I shot back. Because without it, I’ll kill Camillia De la Croix.
Silence met my statement.
She’s a threat to my kingdom, Azazel. To everything we’ve built. If you want me to tolerate that threat—to allow her to live—then you’ll grant me control where I need it.
Az said nothing for a long moment, but the waves of furious energy swirling between us told me he was still very much present.
I’m doing this for you and Melek.
You’re doing this for yourself, Az bit back, his sharp words shocking me to my core.
You know me better than that.
I thought I did, he returned. But perhaps I don’t. We’ll have a counter offer prepared for the ball. See you next week.
A wall slammed between us, sucking the air out of my lungs.
In all my millennia of knowing Azazel, he’d never locked me out like this. Not so thoroughly. Angrily .
I ran a hand over my face. “Shit.”
Melek knelt beside me, gloriously naked, but I couldn’t even enjoy the view. Not now. Not after…
I swallowed. “Azazel is furious with me.”
“He’s protective,” Melek murmured. “Kind of like someone else in the room.”
My gaze narrowed.
“How would you feel if someone propositioned me in the way you propositioned Ajax?” Melek asked softly.
“I would kill the propositioner,” I growled without hesitation.
He smiled. “Exactly.”
“You supported my offer,” I said through my teeth. In fact, I was fairly certain my little prince had orchestrated my every thought, playing me as he always did in his endless games of fucking riddles.
“Because it was the right one to make,” Melek murmured, referring to his support. “Our Commander just needs time to come to the same conclusion.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re pulling my strings again, little prince?” Although the nickname was typically one I voiced whilst in a sensual mood, there was nothing sensual about my tone.
“You know me well, my king.” Melek reached for my face, his palm cupping my cheek. “And I know you, too. Just as I know our Commander. We’ll be fine, Ty. I promise.”
“Nothing about this is fine.”
“No, not right now,” he replied. “But give it time, Ty.” He ran his thumb along my jaw in a warm caress. “We’re on the right path.”
I leaned into his touch, something I rarely did. However, I felt… oddly vulnerable. Hurt, even. “Az shut me out.” It was different from our usual distance, the wall somehow firmer now. Like he’d constructed it with a devastating purpose, one underscored with finality.
The end , I thought, swallowing.
He couldn’t dismantle our bond. It was resolute. Infinite. Eternal . Azazel might not be my lover, but he was my mate. I loved him in a different way. Like a brother, perhaps. I trusted him.
And he trusted me.
Or he used to, anyway.
“He claimed not to know me,” I added out loud, those words having hurt more than I wanted to admit. But to Melek, I’d confide anything and everything. “He accused me of selfishly wanting this bond with Ajax.” I met my prince’s multicolored gaze. “I’m doing this for you and Azazel. You know that, right?”
Melek considered me for a long moment, his palm going to my neck, then drifting down over my chest to my torso as he straddled my hips.
“I think your desire to mate Ajax is about power.” He settled over my thighs, his bare legs warm against mine. “But it’s not because you’re hungry for power or want to be the strongest fae in the realms. It’s because you want to protect everything you’ve built, and everyone you love. Your Hell Fae. The Nightmare Fae. Your mates.”
He leaned in to kiss me, his lips hot against mine.
I indulged in the sensation, let his warmth chase away some of the chill Azazel’s rejection had stirred inside me.
“Our Commander knows your soul,” Melek added in a breath. “Deep down, he knows you’re trying to control the situation in a way that satisfies everyone’s interests. That’s what makes you a good king, Ty.” He kissed me again. “It’s what makes you an amazing mate.”
His cock touched mine, the intimacy of the embrace making me groan against his mouth.
A groan that turned into a growl as he wrapped his palm around both of our shafts and squeezed .
“Fuck, little prince,” I breathed, arching into his touch.
“Indeed,” he returned. “An inferno of pleasure will tempt our mates into playing, too. It’s what we all need.”
My eyes had fallen half closed at the onslaught of euphoria, my blood simmering with renewed need. But hearing my prince’s words had me evaluating him once more.
“What are you up to now?” I asked, too exhausted to infuse any hint of demand in my tone. I sounded more resigned than anything.
“Just making everyone feel good,” he promised, his palm clenching around us below and making my head fall back. “You have your way of protecting us, and I have my way. Now stop thinking and just feel .”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to feel.
Because feeling made me notice the wall Azazel had created.
Feeling inspired a worry deep down that I’d made the wrong decision—something I never questioned. I knew my role. My realm. My mates .
But Azazel’s fury had been very real.
It’d burned .
And now I couldn’t feel him at all.
“Ty,” Melek whispered.
“Can you sense Camillia?” I asked, a new worry touching my chest, one that threatened to blossom into full-blown panic.
“Yes,” Melek replied, instantly calming the torrent of emotions blazing inside me.
“Is she all right?” It wasn’t the question I meant to ask, but his response would put me at ease.
Because if Camillia was okay, then Azazel would also be okay.
“You’re concerned about Cami?” Melek asked, tilting his head.
“I’m concerned about Azazel.”
“Hmm,” he hummed. “Interesting phrasing, then, my king.” He pressed a finger to my lips before I could correct him. “Yes, she’s fine. Ajax created a paradigm for them to talk privately within. Unfortunately, I don’t think it’s as private as they desire.”
My brow furrowed. “Elaborate.”
“Zakkai,” he replied simply. “He’s the Source Architect. There’s no secrets where he’s concerned.”
I didn’t like the sound of that at all. “What’s he learning about?” The words came out on a sigh, mostly because I didn’t have the energy to go on the defensive right now.
Zakkai was always going to be a challenge.
I just hoped to turn that challenge into an ally. Eventually.
“About Virtuous Fae and Az’s history.” Melek’s gaze glittered. “He’s repeating everything he already told Cami, and she’s currently fantasizing about murdering Vivaxia. It’s kind of hot, actually. I had no idea Cami could be so… violent .”
I grunted. “She’s been a threat to my Source for months, and you’re just now realizing she has a propensity for violence?”
“She’s not a threat to your Source, Ty.” Another pump of his hand accompanied his words. “She’s a goddess we are destined to worship.”
My nostrils flared. “I will not be worshipping her.” Unless he referred to sensual worship, then perhaps I could be persuaded.
He smiled. “Don’t worry, my king. I’m sure she’ll pray to you in the bedroom.” His palm shifted up to our heads, precum dampening his touch. “She’ll go onto her knees and suck you off while I take her from behind. Then I’ll tie her up for you, spread her thighs, and watch you fuck her bound form.”
Hellfire , I thought, the image his words painted a vibrant display inside my mind.
Camillia wrapped up in Melek’s ropes. Presented to me like a gift. Her pussy slick with his cum. Her eyes ablaze with lust and fury.
I shook my head, trying to clear the erotic fantasy playing behind my eyes. When that didn’t work, I reached for the lube and gave myself a tangible fantasy to play out in real time.
One that involved me taking my prince’s ass.
While fighting off images of Camillia’s tight cunt.
“You’re my lover,” I told Melek. “My only lover.”
“Mmm,” he hummed. “For now.”
“For eternity,” I vowed, rolling us until he was flattened beneath me. “Only you.”
He palmed my cheek, his eyes smiling. “I love your loyalty, my king. But she’s part of us now. And one day, I will watch you fuck her. Then we’ll share her.” He nipped my jaw. “And maybe she’ll let us stretch her and fuck her pussy together .”
I bit off a curse, his erotic words stirring a yearning inside me that I couldn’t fight. “You’re pushing me.”
“Yes.”
“Stop.”
“No.” His palm went to my nape, squeezing me. “It’s time to embrace the future, my king. This is happening. Now fuck me while I taunt our intended.”
“ Your intended,” I corrected him.
He chuckled. “What’s mine is yours, Ty. So stop stalling and prepare me to take you.”
“I should fuck you raw for this.”
“If that’s your wish, I’ll happily grant it,” he whispered with another bite against my chin. “ Fuck me , Ty. Fuck me and I’ll share every ounce of pleasure with our Cami. Teach her what she’s missing. Show her what her life will one day be.”
“Fuck, Melek,” I breathed, unable to fight him on this anymore. If he wanted to include Camillia De la Croix, so fucking be it. “I’m not going to go easy on you.”
“Good.”
My mouth slammed down against his as I grabbed his hips to tilt him upward. Then I retrieved the lube I’d released when spinning us on the bed and used it to ready him.
I’d threatened to take him raw.
Alas, that didn’t suit my mood.
I wanted to go hard. But I needed him to enjoy it, too.
My fingers speared him, making him groan against my mouth, his dick throbbing against mine. He wanted this. I wanted this.
And one day, Camillia might want this, too, a dark voice whispered in my mind. A voice that sounded suspiciously like my own.
Fuck.
I was losing control of everything.
All because of Camillia De la Croix.
My beautiful little nemesis.
With pert tits.
A perfect ass.
And a rebellious nature that called to my very soul.
I shut my eyes and focused on Melek’s mouth. His ass. My fingers. Our cocks.
But a feminine presence lurked between us.
One my prince was no longer trying to hide.
He wanted me to embrace her. To embrace this . And as always, I was a slave to my prince’s needs and desires.
“I love you,” I told him as I lined myself up with his lubricated entrance. “Remember that while I destroy you.”
“Always, my love,” he breathed as he arched his hips to take me. “Now fuck me.”
I slammed into him, drawing a groan from us both.
Then I reintroduced my prince to the underworld and reminded him why everyone bowed to me as the Hell Fae King .