Page 53 of Bound to the Shadow Prince

Just like that?

I’m a little miffed. I don’t even get a kiss or a cuddle after a fingering like that? Is that all that was to him is leverage? Something to use against me? A game to play?

I eye Nemeth as he stands near the fire, watching his reaction. It’s calm, but he deliberately avoids looking over at me. His normal kilt is on, but I’d have to be an idiot to miss the way it’s tented in the front. Touching me turned him on. Hecan pretend that he’s not affected by me, but I just watched him devour my taste off his hand.

If he wants to play games, we can absolutely play games. This is myforte.

Chapter

Thirty-Three

Iwake up before dawn, his hand on my stomach. We’ve been sharing blankets since that one fateful night, just peeling off layers as it gets warmer. Most of the time I wake up spooned against his big body, but today he’s asleep on his back, his wings tucked under him, and his hand on me as if he has to hold onto me even in his dreams.

It’s achingly sweet of him, and despite the fact that things were strained between us last night after he touched me, I think it was more than just “leverage” as he claimed. I think there was far, far more to it.

But if he wants to call it leverage, and he wants to treat this thing between us like a game, I can play along. I excel at this sort of challenge.

So I slide out from under his grip and ease the blankets down his waist.

Despite the fact that he’s caught me in my bath once, I’ve never seen him fully naked. We bathe separately, and he hasn’t intruded upon me again. In addition, we’ve taken pains to remain fully clothed for the other person’s comfort. It was easy to do in winter, when it’s so cold that the last thing you want todo is strip down. Now that it’s getting warmer, I’ve been wearing less to bed and I’m waiting for him to do the same.

As I tug the blankets down to expose him, I see he’s wearing nothing but a loin-wrap. He gets into bed after all the lights are off, so I’ve felt the material brush against my skin but never truly eyeballed it. It’s little more than a length of fabric wrapped around his waist and between his thighs, then tucked artfully to keep it in place. It should be easy enough to unwrap.

Like a festive gift, I decide, and smile to myself.

With careful fingers, I loosen the fabric until it falls away from his hips. Once the initial tuck is free, the rest of the linen slides away like water, and I get to feast my eyes upon Nemeth’s body.

Like all men, he’s nearly erect with morning wood.

Unlike all men that I’ve seen in the past, his cock is spectacular. It’s long and thick, which I expected, with velvety-looking dark gray foreskin and a heavy, full sac. The end of his cock is tapered and arrow-like, and reminds me of one of his horns. He’s wide at the base, with that extra ridge that looks like the knot that appears towards the end of his orgasm. I wonder what it’s for.

Doesn’t matter. As far as I’m concerned, it’s for fun.

I run a playful finger along the side of his cock, tracing a dark, thick vein. He groans and shifts in his sleep, his shaft stiffening even more. Encouraged, I lean in and blow a soft breath against his skin. Gods, I love teasing him. I ponder what I should do next. What would feel good to a Fellian as opposed to a human man? More ticklish touches? Play with his sac? Rub his knot that’s swelling even now?

A bead of pre-cum appears on the tip of his cock and that decides me. I lean in and lick him, my tongue swirling over the head.

Nemeth awakens with a gasp, his eyes flaring open.

I give him a wicked smile, meeting his eyes as I tease the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

He groans, the sound as starved as it is needy. Nemeth stares at me, and as he does, his hands fist in the sheets, deliberately not touching me. Not stopping me.

I give him another lascivious lick, pleased. “I thought so.”

“Candra…”

Smiling, I lick him again and then take him in hand. I grip the base, right over his knot, and then feed the tip into my mouth, lapping at him as I do. The head of him fits neatly against my tongue, but the further in I go, the wider he gets, until I can only fit a small portion of him into my mouth—the rest is simply too thick.

That’s all right. I have hands that can take care of what I can’t manage with my mouth.

He makes one of those guttural sounds when I suck on the head, his hands flexing. I pop him out of my mouth with a lick and turn to look at him. “You can hold my head if you want. Guide me. I don’t mind.”

“Candra,” he groans again. “You…your mouth…”

“I know. I’m good at this.” I wink at him and rub the tip of his cock against my lips. “Just lie back and enjoy, yes?”

His breath hitches as I take him into my mouth again. I know just how to please a man with my tongue. I know how to flick my tongue against the underside, how to work his foreskin with my hands as I use my mouth on the tip, how to coat him with drool so he slides against the back of my throat with a lovely friction. Nor am I surprised when Nemeth’s hands go to my hair and he starts to guide me as I bob on his cock. He doesn’t push, but I can tell he likes it best when I take him to the back of my throat and suck hard, hollowing my cheeks. That makes his fingers spasm in my hair, and his hips jerk in response.

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