Page 151 of Bound to the Shadow Prince

He groans and jumps to his feet. Before I can ask where he’s going, he shadow-teleports over to the circle and kicks the stone carving into it. A moment later, he’s back at my side, pulling me into his arms and then teleporting us both to the bathing pool. With a hungry growl, he rips at the front of my dress.

That makes me squeak in distress. “It’s my last gown?—”

“I’ll get you new ones,” he promises, tearing the worn fabric away. My breasts spill out, bouncing in the cool air.

I gasp, but I’m aroused at his ferocity. I love this side of Nemeth. I love that he’s here. I love that he came for me, that he’s just as hungry to touch me as I am to touch him.

He captures one breast in his hand, dropping to a crouch and nuzzling at the tip of the other. I whimper, heat sizzling through me as he rips the rest of my dress off even as he tongues my nipple, teasing the other with his thumb. “I thought I was going to suck on your knot?—”

“Patience,” Nemeth growls. “I need to claim you first.”

I bite back a whimper, because I need that, too. Gods, do I need that. He gets to his feet and flips me around onto my belly, pushing me over the edge of the pool. I scramble to hold onto something as he kicks my feet apart, because I know what’s coming next and I’m so damned ready for it I could scream. Big hands grip my hips, hauling me up slightly, and in the next moment, the tip of him brushes against my entrance.

That’s the only warning I get before he plunges deep.

With a cry, I shudder and brace myself against the steps to the pool. He thrusts into me again, surging our joined bodies forward, and his knot—rock hard and insistent—presses against my entrance. Nemeth pounds into me, growling. “Take my knot. Take it, Candra.”

He’s never been so fierce. So relentless as he hammers into me, pressing against my core as if he can somehow work his knot in with sheer determination. Gods, it’s so sexy. I love that he’s using me. “Make me come,” I pant. “Then you can knot me.”

Nemeth pumps into me again, and his big hand slides between my thighs. He spanks my pussy, stretched tight around him, and I squeal in surprise at the sensation. That should not have felt nearly as good as it did, but when he does it a second time, I clench up in a burst of pleasure.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he demands. “My mate. My bride.”

He spanks my pussy again, then massages my clit with his thick fingers. I come, choking on my breath at the sheer force of my climax, and with a roar, he presses his knot into my slickened heat, claiming me as his. I pant through the tight sensation, more pleasure prickling up and down my spine as he comes, our bodies locked together. He clutches me in place, holding me tight, and I try to catch my breath, curls of pleasure drifting through my body. I’m dimly aware of the absolute stretch of his cock inside me, of his knot pulsing just within my channel, and the pleasure keeps flowing, pulsing in time with our heartbeats.

“So much for a bath,” I manage.

“Oh, we’ve just begun,” my mate purrs, rubbing a big hand down my spine. “I can bathe you while knotted inside you, my pretty human.”

I whimper, because that sounds both obscenely delicious and like far too much. Nemeth is determined, though. He tugs me upright, our bodies still locked tight, and when I flail, he wraps a big arm around my waist, holding me anchored in front of him. With that, he spreads his wings for balance and climbs into the pool.

And I moan as the heat of the water soaks into my bones. “It’s warm. Gods, this is amazing.”

“Here I thought you were tired of water,” Nemeth murmurs, sinking our joined bodies deeper into the bath.

“I am absolutely sick to death of the sea,” I point out. “A nice cleanhotbath is a completely different thing.” I lean back against his broad chest contentedly…or at least, as contented as one can be when currently knotted by their Fellian lover. Every twitch of his body ripples through mine, making my cunt clench tight around his thick knot. A repeat of our furious lovemaking is notfar from my thoughts.

Nemeth must be thinking the same sorts of things because he cups one hand, dribbling water over my breasts, and then beginsto wash them as if they’re the dirtiest part of me. I moan when he drags his thumbs deliberately over my nipples, causing me to squirm atop his cock. “Unfair,” I pant. “I can’t get away from you.”

“That’s why this is the best time to do this.” His hand slides lower to my belly, caressing it. “How do you feel?”

I know the question is more than how I feel. He’s asking how the baby is, too. “I think everything is fine.”

“Does anyone suspect…” He brushes his fingers over my stomach again.

I snort. “Please. I couldn’t even get them to believe that I was Princess Candra. You think anyone stopped to look at me closely?” I lean back against his chest, closing my eyes as he pours more water over me in the laziest, sexiest bath ever. “It’s weird, actually. I thought we’d have people throwing rocks at us the moment we showed up, but no one seems to believe me when I tell them who I am. They think Princess Candromeda Vestalin is still in the tower. But if that’s the case, wouldn’t they notice the weather? How awful things are? Surely the goddess’s wrath is a noticeable change.”

“Aye,” Nemeth says in a quiet voice, his fingers skimming down my arm. “I’m not sure I understand it myself. Darkfell is…different. Quiet. Empty. I don’t understand it. I hope my brother can give me answers.”

“You need to tell him to free my sister,” I say. “And Riza. And?—”

“One thing at a time,” Nemeth interrupts. “I know you are worried, but Ivornath does not like to be told what to do. I will have to be careful when dealing with him.” He drags a wet finger up and down my arm and then shifts his weight, seating me more heavily upon his knot. “I do not want to think about my brother right now. I want to think about pleasuring my beautifulmate so hard that she will never entertain the thought of leaving me.”

I nearly choke at that. Pleasure me so hard I won’t leave? Where by all the gods would Igo?There’s nothing left. “I don’t think you have to worry about that.”

Nemeth’s arms tighten around me and he holds me close. “I never planned this.”

Planned what? There’s such frustration in his voice. “Nemeth?—”

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