Page 90 of Bound to the Shadow Prince

“Knees up,” he reminds me as I sag.

I do as he commands, settling my weight on my knees even as I keep my face low to the ground. Cool air brushes over my backsideas my skirts climb their way up my back, and Nemeth’s hand presses against my pussy. His first two fingers glide through my folds, and I cry out, wet and slick and wildly excited for more.

“My naughty, naughty Candra,” Nemeth rasps, finding my clit and rolling it against his fingertips. “You are so very aroused by our chase, aren’t you? As aroused as I am.”

And he presses his length against my thigh, letting me feel just how hard and aching he is.

I make a choked sound, spreading my thighs wider so he can have full access to my body. I love this. I love how fierce he is in this moment. He’s not my shy scholar right now—he’s a primal being about to claim his mate.

And by all the gods, does his mate want to beclaimed.

He rubs a teasing finger against my clit again. “Should I make you come on my fingers before I give you my knot?”

“Yes, please,” I whine, bucking my hips against his touch. “I want that. I want you, Nemeth.”

A hard finger dips lower, grazes the entrance to my body. I rock with his touch, trying to get him to go deeper, to pierce me with one of those big digits. I’m greedy and I want everything.

But he only slips his hand away, and I cry out at the loss. “No fair!”

“Shh.” His hand rubs my backside, and then his fingers trace between my thighs again. Something hot and hard prods at theentrance of my body and I moan, realizing that we’re skipping all the foreplay and are going straight to the consummation. He teases the tip against my core, leaving me clenching and needy and whimpering with distress. “My prettymilettahn,” he murmurs. “Do you want your mate?”

“Yes!”

Nemeth surges into me, and I let out a choked sound. Oh gods, that is so good. It’s been forever since I’ve been filled like this and I’d forgotten just how intense and delicious the sensation of a thick cock pushing into me can feel. He thrusts into me hard, rocking me against the cool stone of the steps, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so full. Nemeth is larger than any lover I’ve had in the past, and I squirm as he seats himself to the hilt, his heavy thighs bracketing mine. His breath hisses, and he remains still over me, frozen in place.

“R-ribbon?” he asks, voice tight.

“What?” I turn my head, trying to look back at him.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Gods, no!Keep going!” I try to arch against him, lifting up my backside in silent encouragement. “Give me everything,” I pant. “Give me your cock. Give me your knot.”

He growls low in his throat, and his hips surge against mine once more. It’s as if he can no longer control himself, and now that he knows I’m not hurt, he’s free to claim me as he wants. He pounds into me from behind, rocking our bodies together and driving into me with such force that each thrust leaves me breathless. My toes curl as he pumps into me, and the sensation is so good that a low curl of pleasure starts to warm deep in my belly, a sign that I just might have an orgasm from thrusting alone.

“More,” I cry out, eager to chase that sensation. “Harder, Nemeth. More!”

“Can you take my knot?”

Is he not giving me everything? “Yes.” I widen my legs, trying to give him more access to my body that’s already stretched tight around him. “Give me everything. Make me your mate.”

“You’re so tight,” he hisses between his teeth, and thrusts shallowly into me.

“Give me your knot,” I say again, demanding. It won’t feel like we’re truly mated until he does.

Nemeth growls low in his throat. He clenches my hips tight and then presses forward. Suddenly, it feels like too much, and the realization is startling. He’s got more to give me? But I’m not new to sex. I try to relax my body, keeping my hips loose as he thrusts into me, pushing a little harder each time.

It’s no longer feeling good, my climax pounded away as Nemeth slowly drives his knot into me.

“Unh!” Nemeth shudders over me, and thrusts deep, clutching my hips tight. He spills into me, and I try to hold still as he comes.

It’s impossible. His knot feels enormous and like it’s splitting me apart. I squirm in place, wriggling in an effort to get comfortable as I’m pinned under his heavier weight. I feel…stuck, oddly enough, which is a strange sensation. And when I try to slide away from him, I find that I can’t, and our bodies are locked together.

I whimper, distressed.

“Shh, love,” Nemeth murmurs. He rolls onto his side, pulling me with him until we’re curled on the floor together. “Give my knot time to recede.”

Squirming, I’m trapped between the pleasure-pain moment and the realization that I had no orgasm. “How—how long does that take?” I ask, panting.

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