Page 51 of Bound to the Shadow Prince

“Me?” I sputter. “You’re the arse who thinks he’s the Gray God’s gift to humans. Acting like you’re too good for a slutty human’s touch, is that it? Because I’m not some pristine virgin you think I’ll just grab any cock put in front of me? You think?—”

I break off because he whirls me about, and then I’m on my belly, bent over the side of the bed. He pins my arm down on the mattress next to my head, surprisingly gentle despite the strength and size of him.

“You, princess, will be the death of me,” Nemeth snarls into my ear, his voice deadly with fury and…something else. A moment later, a hand goes under my skirts and skims up my leg. “The absolute death of me,” he repeats again, and this time his tone is hot, distracted, as his claws scrape my thigh.

I suck in a breath.

My ass is in the air and I’m pinned to the bed, half under him as he presses his weight over me, keeping me secured in place right where he wants me. That searching hand goes between my thighs, and I realize what he’s doing a split second before he speaks.

“You can be my secret, and I’ll be yours, remember? Just tell me to stop and I will.”

He practically purrs the words into my ear.

Tell him to stop?

I’ve never wanted anything more than for him to keepgoing.

Chapter

Thirty-Two

Pinned down with Nemeth’s hand beneath my skirt, I find that all of my anger disappears in a flash.

I want him to touch me. Ineedit, more than I’ve needed anything in a long time. My lips part and my nails dig into the blankets even as his hand skims up my backside, finding the silky fabric of my panties and tearing them apart with a quick snag of his claws. “Tell me to stop,” he warns me again, his breathing hard. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll let you go, Candra.”

Stop? Never. I want all of this. I want him to make me come so hard my toes curl and lights flash behind my eyes. How long has it been since I’ve had a good hard orgasm? Touching myself isn’t the same, and given that my arousal is heightened by Nemeth and the way I touched him earlier? I’m going to comesodamned hard. It’s going to be amazing. “Don’t tease me if you don’t intend to follow through.”

He growls again, the sound feral and wild. I love it. It makes my nipples prick and my body sing with awareness, because I know I’m driving him past all reason. I love that I can push Nemeth—scholarly, warrior-like Nemeth who wanted to be a monk, of all things—past the brink. I love that he’s pushingmy skirts up to my waist and exposing my backside to the air, because he’s going to stare his fill at me and see just how much I want and need this.

And I’m relieved. He liked my touch after all. It’s evident in the way his hand roams over my hips and thighs, his touch greedy. It’s like he doesn’t know how to stop caressing me, so he’s just going to keep touching and touching until I demand that he stop…or if I come. Well, I’m definitely not telling him to stop. This is the realization of every filthy fantasy I’ve had in the last year, ever since I stepped foot over the tower’s threshold. My cunt clenches with need, and I gasp as he slides his hand over one buttock, his claw grazing along the crease of my ass.

“Naughty, beautiful Candra,” he murmurs. “You’re so gods-damned wet. I can smell you from here.”

I moan, burying my face against the blankets, because he’s right—I am thoroughly, unabashedly wet. My cunt is so slippery with arousal I can feel my skin gliding against itself with every slight shift of my hips. I’m so wet he doesn’t need oil of any kind to serve as lubricant, because I don’t think I’ve ever been so very slick.

His big hand grips my buttock, and it fits neatly against his oversized palm. He gives it a squeeze, and even that small touch is arousing. “How long have you been aroused like this?”

I bite my lip, squirming against his hand. Why, why, why do I desperately want those dangerous claws in naughty places? “Since I touched you earlier.”

Nemeth sighs. “And I sent you away.”

“You did. You’re a monster,” I agree breathlessly.

“You want this monster to touch you?”

“Please,” I practically sob, and spread my thighs apart in silent invitation. “Oh, please do.”

He groans, and those delicious claws carefully skate over the seam of my cunt. I can feel him dipping them into the arousalslicking my pussy and thighs. “You’re flushed with heat here. So warm and soft and wet. To think you’ve been hiding all this under your skirts all this time.”

I whimper, because he’s still teasing me. His hand is barely brushing over me, and I’m absolutely going to lose control if he doesn’t touch me properly soon. “Nemeth.”

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” He demands, and something hard and unyielding glides through my folds. His knuckle. I groan as he rubs it up and down my pussy, barely grazing over my clit. It’s the cruelest of teases. When I don’t answer quickly enough, he reaches up and smacks my buttock with a hard, ringing sound. “Answer.”

“I don’t remember what I said,” I confess, utterly distracted. The only thing on my mind right now is the hand I want between my thighs again.

“That you wanted to touch me? Was that true?”

I nod, biting my lip. Please, please touch me again, I silently beg.

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