Page 46 of The Lost Princess

I breathed in her aroused scent and dove between her legs again.

ChapterFifteen

KAIDA

Ihad no idea what was going on with Nasi. One moment he was keeping me at arm’s length, the next he was gripped with madness. One second he was hurting himself on purpose, the next devouring me like a sumptuous feast.

Not that I was complaining.

His large hands splayed across my lower stomach and hips, holding me down and applying delicious pressure as his rough tongue worked its magick. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed or ashamed. He clearly was enjoying himself, so I would as well.

The texture of his tongue was absolutely sinful as it licked and stroked, delved, and teased. I bucked my hips against his face, riding him for all I was worth. Something was building, and I would do whatever it took to reach its conclusion.

Looking down at Nasi’s long, golden hair askew over my legs, I wanted to make him feel as good as I did. My fingers reached out, and carefully danced along the edge of his left wing.

Nasi flinched, and a short pinch in my core told me he’d accidentally bitten medown there. Instead of pushing away, I found the thought intriguing.

I stroked again, dragging my index finger from the base of his wing joint near his neck to as far out as I could reach down along the wing tip. He shuddered, groaning into my core. His voice vibrated through me, and it was the most delicious sensation I didn’t know I needed until now.

“Nasi,” I begged. Some part of me already knew what was happening, though. Nasi had mentioned something about mates and mating, but I didn’t really understand. I knew my inner draken—newly awakened—wanted him badly.

“If I mate with you, you’remine,” he growled back, claws scratching the skin around my hip bone as he gripped me harder.

It sounded like a threat and to anyone else it might have been. But I knew better. From the moment Nasi had regained his own mind, I had the feeling that everything he’d done had only been in my best interests. Come to think of it, even when he was feral, he’d only tried to take care of me.

Mates.

I assumed it was a lifelong commitment thing. I was smitten with Nasi, but I needed to go back to my kingdom before entering into any long-term plans. I had to see my father and gauge his reaction. I also planned to question him about my true mother.

I couldn’t do that with a hovering, protective dragon man snarling at everyone. It would only cause trouble. If I knew my father, he’d view Nasi as a threat.

Though, the thought of Nasi standing next to me in my father's court, hissing and flashing his fangs at all those stuffy men filled me with glee. I imagined him taking on every man who had ever tried to paw at me and who’d made my life a literal prison, forcing my father to have me constantly followed and watched so that my ‘virtue’ would stay intact.

Nasi would kill all of them if I asked him to.

The thought was so arousing I came close to the edge. I knew it wasn’t realistic, but just for a moment, I let myself get carried away in the fantasy. Nasi would stand up to my father. He’d cut down anyone who stood in my way. Then he’d drag me back to my childhood bedchambers, dismiss all the servants, and throw me down onto the bed and finally claim me as his.

His.

I came hard on his tongue, my inner walls clenching down hard. I cried out, making a strange melodic shriek that bounced off the cave walls and had Nasi go stiff between my legs.

He shuddered and gasped, quickly rolling over and ducking away.

I propped myself up on my elbows in time to see him slide between the crack in the wall, toward the bathing pools. Had I hurt him somehow?

I took a moment to catch my breath, but my worry about Nasi quickly sobered me, sucking up the glorious warm fuzziness in my chest.

Fantasy was all it was, wasn’t it? Nasi couldn’t walk into my father’s court any more than I could in draken form.

I was a princess. I had responsibilities. I couldn’t mate myself to a dragon man and live in a cave the rest of my life. My father was likely devastated at my loss, yet here I was pleasuring myself and lazing about. People were starving, and perhaps dying. We might go to war with Cilla!

Shame welled up inside of me.

My legs wobbled slightly, my hips sore and likely bruised. The thought of Nasi marking me visibly had me hot and bothered all over again, pushing away all thoughts of duty or responsibility. I was out of control. Being around Nasi had me confused and feeling things I’d never felt before.

Was this what my father had been afraid of? Well, he certainly hadn’t seemed concerned about it when he allowed me to be taken from the castle.

My feelings about my father were growing as murky and confusing as my relationship with Nasi. That didn’t mean any of it was right or wrong. It simplywas.

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