Page 116 of Bound to the Shadow Prince

“I love this,” I whisper. “Love the feel of you in my hands, your hot skin against mine.” I run my cheek along his cock, just enjoying the feel of his hardness. “Love knowing that this is mine to play with.” Just touching him makes me ache, my pulse throbbing between my thighs. I could cheerfully worship his cock all night long, but something tells me he’s going to want more than just me rubbing on him like a kitten for hours. I grip him at the base, looking up at my mate’s glowing green eyes. I love the way he watches me as I lick him from knot to tip, then swirl my tongue around the head. A burst of pre-cum flavors his skin, and I lap it up, not surprised when another droplet replaces the first. He’s perfect, my beautiful Nemeth, the tapered tip of his cock all but begging for me to suck upon it.

So I do. I’m not one to deprive myself, after all.

I take him into my mouth and love the ragged sound he makes. Love that his hand carefully tightens in my hair. Love thesharp inhale of breath when I tongue the underside of his cock and then suck him deeper into my throat. I work him with my mouth and tongue, my hand squeezing over his now-taut knot. As I do, I gaze up at him, as if he’s the only thing in my world, because I know he likes to watch my face when I suck on him.

Nemeth’s eyes are fierce with need as he watches me. I suck him deeper, even though my jaw aches with the size of him, and the head of his cock buts against the back of my throat. My eyes water and saliva pools at the corners of my mouth and still I take him, my gaze locked on his.

“Candra,” he breathes, his voice reverent even as he rocks gently, shuttling into my mouth. His movements are careful, but I don’t want him careful. I want him unhinged. I want him lost in the moment. We both need to forget about the stress of today.

So I hike my skirts up and slip a hand between my thighs, stroking my clit even as his hand settles heavier on my head.

“Greedy thing,” he mutters, and then shows me that I’m not the only greedy one. He pushes on my head, forcing me to take more, and drool slides down my chin. He thrusts again, and I make a low noise around the cock stuffed in my mouth, my fingers moving faster over my clit. I can’t even get close to his knot, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he’s using me, fucking my mouth with his quick, jerking motions, and I love it. I love that he’s got a firm hold on my head now, his cock hammering against the back of my throat as he works towards his release. I love the grunts he makes, love how stretched my lips are, how red-hot his knot feels under my grip. I whimper as I rub my clit harder, close to the edge. I just need a little more?—

Nemeth’s breath hitches and then he lets out a low, guttural sound. In the next moment, my mouth floods with his release, his knot like a rock beneath my grasp. I immediately lose my orgasm, drawing back and coughing as his seed fills my mouth. He spills over my face and then onto the front of my dress as Idraw back, one hand on his cock and squeezing his knot in the way I know he likes. I murmur his name over and over again as I milk him, not caring that my traveling dress is ruined. It’s just a dress, and Nemeth’s need at this moment is far more important than anything else. “I love you,” I tell him, gazing up adoringly with my messy face. I’m hit with a surge of emotion so intense it brings tears to my eyes. “I love you so very much.”

He groans again, then covers my hand, squeezing his cock one last time before heaving a tremendous sigh of release. His fingers stroke my cheek as he catches his breath, and I use my hem to wipe my face clean of his spend. His knot is swollen now, aching and huge, and I run my fingers over it as he shudders with aftershocks of pleasure. It takes time for his knot to go down, and I can probably make him come again just by teasing it with light, stroking touches as he waits.

But Nemeth pulls me away with gentle hands, shaking his head. He drops to kneel beside me, pressing my face with kisses despite the fact that I’ve just wiped away his cum. “You are incredible,” he tells me. “The most perfect, beautiful, talented creature.”

“I am pretty great,” I tease, running my hands over his chest. “It’s all true.”

He captures my mouth again and nips at my upper lip. “Did you make yourself come?”

“Not quite, alas. My fingers weren’t fast enough.” I’m feeling playful and more like myself despite our rather dreadful surroundings. This is who I am, I remind myself. A sexually confident tease who is loved by a big, delicious, winged Fellian. In or out of the tower, that won’t change.

“A shame,” Nemeth tells me between light, hungry kisses. “Luckily for you, I know where to find a mouth to finish the job.”

“Now that sounds like an excellent idea. Should I lie on my back?”

He looks around us, eyeing the moldy straw. With a quick kiss, he releases me and tears open one of our packed bags, digging out a blanket and spreading it over the ground. “Here,” he says, voice gruff and his eyes a deep, delicious, sated shade of green. “Lie down for me.”

I don’t need to be told twice. In the next moment, I’m on the blankets, wriggling with anticipation when he pushes my skirts up faster than I can haul them to my waist. He tugs my bloomers down, tearing at the delicate fabric with his remaining claws, and then his face disappears between my thighs. My breath catches in my throat as his hungry mouth latches onto my clit, going straight for the best part. With a moan, I cling to the sleek horns that arc back from his brow, trying to find something to hold onto. “Just like that, Nemeth,” I pant. “Gods, your mouth is so good.”

“Look at how wet you are,” he rasps between decadent licks of my cunt. “I love that touching me makes you so slick with need. All of this, just because you sucked my cock?”

I whimper when he laps at my clit. “I like sucking your cock.”

“Clearly.” A thick finger pushes inside me—one of the ones he keeps shorn short so he doesn’t claw me. He tongues my clit again and strokes his finger in and out of me, working me. I huff with need and rock against his hand, and this time, he doesn’t lift his mouth to talk. He just keeps sucking and licking, and the orgasm that was so close crashes over me with fierce intensity. I cry out, clinging to him as the ripples of pleasure wash through me, until his tongue no longer feels pleasant, but too sensitive. I gently tug him away, and Nemeth crawls over me, pressing one more wet kiss to my mouth—his lips tasting of my cunt—and then collapses next to me.

I slowly tug my skirts down, thinking of all the washing I’m going to have to do. Maybe I’ll just throw away this dress. I can’t very well return to Castle Lios in a gown that reeks of sex andis covered in dried cum. I have another dress packed away…somewhere. And I won’t need these gowns when we return to the castle. I’ll have my wardrobe back, and Riza, and Nurse. I want that so badly I can taste it, and I sigh happily, turning and tucking myself against Nemeth’s big form.

“Candra,” my mate murmurs, stroking my braided hair.

“Hmm?”

“I…” He hesitates, then holds me tighter against him. “It’s nothing. Just me worrying.”

Well now, that makes two of us. “What were you going to say?”

“Nothing,” he replies. “Nothing at all.”

It takes everything I have not to touch my stomach. Has he figured it out…but no. If he knew, he’d say something, wouldn’t he?

Surely?

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