Page 78 of Bound to the Shadow Prince

Grinning to myself, I trail my lips up to the head of his cock again and swirl my tongue around the crown. “Think very hard.”

“I cannot think at all…”

I give him a teasing lick. “Poor thing.”

He makes a choked sound, his claws tightening in my hair. “Candra…”

“Yeeees?”

“Your mouth…”

I give him a far more lascivious lick. “Mmmhmmm?”

“So good,” he breathes. “By all the gods…never felt anything so good.” His breath hitches when I close my mouth over the tip again, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking. “You…”

It’s so incredibly cute how flustered he is at me working his cock. His thoughts are utterly incoherent, his hips rising up from the bed as I bob my head down over his length, taking more into my mouth before drawing back with a noisy slurp and licking him once more. “Me what, love?”

“Perfect. So perfect.”

“So you want to come in my mouth, then?” I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. “Or did you want to come on my face? Or my tits? You might enjoy that?—”

I can’t finish my statement because in the next moment, my mouth is full of his hot, silky release. I hum with approval, pleased to make him come so quickly. When his wing feels better, I can take my time with him. For now, it’s a quick tease with the promise of more. Making little soothing noises in my throat, I lick him clean, very aware that his gaze is locked on me as I do so.

Unable to resist, I give him one last kittenish lick before asking, “How are you feeling, love? I hated to wake you from your sleep but I thought we should check on your wing.” My lipscurl into a teasing smile. “I thought this might be the best way to do so.”

“You…” Nemeth makes a strangled sound in his throat. He looks stunned.

I have to admit, I love seeing that expression on his face. “Me,” I agree, and press a kiss to the tapered head of his cock. “I said I’d suck your cock if you let me stitch you up, and really, we’re both coming out as winners in this bargain.” I lick him again, and I could swear his cock stirs, as if trying to harden in my grasp.

It makes me smile, and I glance up at Nemeth. He still looks dazed, but I can tell the worry is returning to his expression, the concern.

“Before you say that I shouldn’t have done this,” I quickly add, “I wanted to. And besides, it’s perfectly fine. I’m going to be your mate.” I sit up beside him on the bed. “So now I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

“You…what?” Those fascinating eyes blink at me.

“I said I’m going to be your mate. I’m not going to let worries over the future destroy my happiness for the next six years. Whatever happens outside, I’ll worry about that later. For now, I want to be happy, and I want to be with you.” I smile, but his dazed response isn’t giving me much to work with. Is he happy? Upset?

He just keeps staring at me as if I’ve grown another head.

I realize I’ve just sucked the strength right out of him, but a girl needssomethingto work with. “Have you changed your mind?”

Faster than I can blink, he grabs me and hauls me over him. “Never.” His gaze searches my face. “You mean it?”

I nod, feeling a little shy. I’ve never been a girl for commitment, but for him, I want to try. “I do.”

“Is this because I am wounded?”

“While that was terrifying, no, that’s not it.”It’s because my sister wants me to murder you and I realized I’m in love with you and my life would be empty without you. That’s why.But I can’t say any of that aloud. “You saved me at no thought to yourself earlier, and it made me realize how much I love you. I don’t want to spend the next six years depriving myself.” I lean over and kiss him. “I’ll be your mate if the offer still stands.”

He groans, wrapping his arms around me and hauling me down against his chest in a hug. Of course, with the angle of our bodies, it means that my breasts are in his face, and instead of pointing this out with embarrassment, Nemeth nuzzles them. He buries his face in my cleavage, and I gasp at the exciting prickle of awareness that courses through me. “Of course the offer stands. Just…say it again.”

“I’ll be your mate.”

One of those big fangs scrapes against the swell of my breast. “No, Candra. The other part.”

Oh. “The part where I said I love you?”

He gazes up at me. “Do you mean it?”

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