Page 133 of Bound to the Shadow Prince

I wriggle backward against Nemeth’s groin, hoping to find him hard and erect. He snores on, oblivious to my need, and I have to decide if I’m going to be selfish or if I’m going to let him sleep. I ponder this, even as his hand weighs heavy on my breast, and I absently shift back and forth, hoping for friction from his hand.

Stuff it, I decide. I’m going to be somewhat unselfish. I’ll wake him…but I’ll wake him my favorite way.

Decided upon my course of action, I wriggle, intending to slip out of Nemeth’s grasp, when his hand tightens on my breast. His heavy thigh clamps down over mine, and he gives my breast a light squeeze. “And where are you going, princess?”

His voice is throaty with sleep, and it does something to my insides. I quiver with need. “I was going to wake you up,” I pant, unbearably aware of his hand on my breast. His thumb is stroking over the thin material of my chemise, and he teases my nipple into a point. “With my mouth on your knot.”

“Mmm. I’ve a better idea.”

“Oh?” I prickle all over with anticipation.

He just keeps rubbing my nipple, teasing it to a point between his fingers and stroking it until I’m writhing against him. “How are you feeling this morning, my mate?”

“Needy,” I pant. “So needy.”

His big hand leaves my breast and slides down to my hip, and he tugs on my chemise. “Any sickness? Dizziness?”

“If you’re asking if it’s okay to fuck me, the answer is yes,” I tell him, grabbing my skirts and hitching them up before his hand can. “Please, please yes. I’ve missed you so much.”

Nemeth’s hand moves between my thighs. He cups my pussy and finds me wet, and a low growl echoes in his throat. “You have missed me, haven’t you?” He pushes my gown up even further, until it’s bunched at my waist, and then I feel his cock pressing into me from behind.

I gasp, arching back against him.

“You can take it,” he whispers against the pillows. “I’ll make you wet enough that you can take all of me.” His fingers dance over my clit, even as he nudges my thighs apart with his big one and the head of his cock sinks into me.

Whimpering, I cover his hand with mine as he works my clit. Not because I’m trying to push him away, but just because I desperately need to hold on to something.

“Candra,” he breathes against my hair as he pushes deeper. “My sweet, perfect mate. You’re so tight.”

My lips part and I cling to him, desperate, as he pushes me toward a hot, frantic orgasm. “Nemeth.”

“Your Nemeth,” he says, and then thrusts into me with shallow, rapid strokes. I cry out, because it feels too good. He drives into me, his hand continuing to tease my clit until I’m coming, squeezing him tight. A sob chokes in my throat at the ferocity of my orgasm, leaving me dazed and breathless. He spanks my pussy as he pounds into me from behind, making me gasp. “I’m not done with you.”

I moan. Gods, I love it when he gets all ferociously possessive. “Knot,” I manage, when I can catch my breath again. “Give me your knot.”

Part of me expects him to roll me forward onto my belly and just pound into me from behind, until his knot is seated inside me, stretching me tight. Just the mental image of that makes me shiver. Instead, he spanks my pussy again, making me gasp. “I’ll give it to you soon enough, my greedy mate.”

“Me, greedy?” I gasp. “You’re the one hogging the bed. You’re the one that’s trying to make me last—” I choke off when he thrusts deep, sending another ripple of pleasure through my body. “I’m the one doing all the giving and you’re withholding your knot.”

“You want my knot?” His hand slides up to my throat, clasping me against him as he drives into me harder. His other hand slides in under my waist, pushing towards the vee of my legs, where he has me wide open and split with his cock. “You want this, then?” He presses into me again, this time harder than before, and I can feel it now, the bulge of his knot at the base of his shaft. It always feels like too much, but I always, always take it.

“Don’t be selfish,” I pant, and a whine escapes my throat when his fingers find my clit again. He hammers into me, rutting into me as he holds me in place, and I feel so protected even as he uses me for his needs. Another orgasm sweeps through me and I clench around him, even as he drives harder into me.

Then, with one last hard thrust and a pinch of welcome pain, his knot is inside me and I’m stuffed full, so full that my pelvis aches. It’s a good sort of ache, though, one that I’ve come to crave, and I reach back towards Nemeth, my hand skimming over his face as he growls and fills me with his seed, his release ripping through him. He bites down on my thumb even as I push it into his mouth, and I’m gasping and filled as he holds me tightly in place.

When Nemeth’s hands loosen on me, he lets out a gusty sigh. His hand moves away from my throat and trails down to myheavy breasts, then to my belly. It feels tight there, stretched full of his cock and his seed, and I let out a noise of contentment. “That was lovely.”

“Was it?” He thumps my pussy with his hand again, making me squeak. “Because I’m still knotted inside you. Neither one of us is going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” I tell him lazily. I lean back against him, loving this moment. The world outside might be a big pile of dragon shite, but here in Nemeth’s arms, I can forget about everything for a time. This is what I’ve chosen. This is what I’m abandoning my people for, and I’m pleased with my choice. I feel loved and needed and warm. I’m pregnant with my mate’s child, even though I’m not supposed to be able to carry a baby at all. I’m supposed to be barren. I still haven’t figured out why things have changed, but maybe my knife…

Shite.

“The human that left last night,” I tell Nemeth. “The one that left with the horse. He stole my knife.”

“Because it was magic?” His hand strokes my belly again, and then the curve of my hip.

“No, just because it looked expensive. I don’t think he knows it’s magic. Should we go after him? Did you see where he was headed?”

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