Page 81 of The Lost Princess

My fingers went to the base of his cock, and stroked him fully from the base to the tip.

“Kaida …” he groaned, uttering my name like a psalm.

His entire body went rigid, and he grabbed me tightly by my wrist.

“I don’t want to scare you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I glanced up, seeing the fear and reluctance in his eyes. And the lust.

Smirking, I let go of him, and sat up on the edge of the stone. I grabbed one of his massive hands with both of mine, and guided it to my neck.

“I want you to be rough. I’ve spent my entire life being kept in a cage, and treated as if I was a pretty glass figurine, even if it wasn’t as obvious as the iron bars you found me in.”

His face twisted in anger at the reminder, his hand tightening around my neck in reflex. My body visibly reacted, and I grabbed his hair and yanked him toward me.

“Being with you was the first and only time I felt alive because that’s what the pain was—a reminder that I was living, and that I had choices. Even if they weren’t always the right ones.”

I tugged him up, and he finally relented, crawling on his elbows up the slanted stone to press his body against mine. His wings flared high, and I drew two fingers down the base of his wing joints, one on each side.

Feral darkness sparked in his eyes and with a dark growl he pinned both of my hands over my head, claws digging in at my wrists. I met his gaze head on, daring him, challenging him to go further. I arched my back, baring my throat to him.

His breathing hitched as he dragged his swollen cock against the skin of my inner thigh. So tantalizingly close and yet too far away.

“We never go anywhere alone again,” he begged, releasing my hands.

My fervor lifted at the pain and anguish in his eyes.

“I can’t lose anyone else,” he whispered.

His forehead bent down to touch mine, and for a few moments, I just held him, my palms gently stroking the sides of his face.

“I will never leave again. Wherever you go, I go. We are mates,” I stated emphatically, daring him to argue.

He groaned and went limp against me, savoring every curve and dip of my body. I huffed good-naturedly.

“Besides,” I began imperiously, “someonepromised to make me scream against the rocks until my cries of pleasure echoed off the stone walls or some such nonsense.” I raised an eyebrow in a direct challenge. “Well? I’m waiting.”

He still looked so heartachingly uncertain. Wary. Like if he gave in, he’d destroy something so incredibly fragile that he’d never be able to put it back together again if it broke.

That was it. No more nice little princess.

I pushed up off the rock and grabbed a fistful of his wing membrane in each hand, forcing him to bend down to me as he growled in pain and irritation.

“Fuck me now. Mate me now,” I demanded.

To my delight, the feral light sparked in his eyes along with his own keen intelligence.

“Yes, Your Highness,” he purred back, eyeing me like a large snack.

Hallelujah.

He nestled between my thighs, lining up with my entrance. One finger stroked me gently, and I whined with impatience. He brought it to his mouth and licked it, never once breaking eye contact with me.

“You will let me know if I hurt you,” he practically demanded.

A feral growl of my own rumbled in my chest. “You’d better,” I snarled back.

His inner draken didn’t like the challenge and inwardly I smirked. With a roar he thrust into me, plunging deep into my body until he was fully seated to the hilt. The brief sting of his entrance quickly faded, followed by a glorious sensation of being wonderfully full.

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