Page 80 of The Lost Princess

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Nasi’s brow pinched, his lips tightening in displeasure. My eyes flicked to him quickly, then back down to what I was doing. I didn’t have much left, I just needed to finish the very end. Now that I was watching, it was fascinating how my dark blood left an imprint on the skin underneath his scales, then either faded to pure white or stayed black depending on what the magick did with it.

“Kaida …”

I focused on finishing. I didn’t want him to freak out and mess up the tattoo. Not when I was this close. His hands came around my waist automatically, but he didn’t push me away.

“Give me one minute,” I ordered.

Dark eyes widened as they shot from me to his shoulder. Fear, pain, then understanding ran through a quick, vicious cycle in his mind.

I made the last mark with a flourish, stabbing a bit harder than necessary. Nasi winced, and I threw the bone needle to the side. Nasi tried to sit up, but I kept him down with a firm hand on his chest.

“Take it easy. Do it slowly.”

I felt the same magick and power whirl around him, but no longer unleashed. It hummed just below his skin, content and eager for use.

“How did you figure out something I didn’t even know?” Nasi gasped, unable to take his eyes off his new tattoo.

I smirked at him, proud of my work. “Draken instincts.”

He tugged me down against him, putting his hands on either side of my face and kissing me intensely. I moaned, fear and relief entangling to make a potent aphrodisiac. His fangs nipped my lip, so I repaid the favor, my pelvis grinding into his as I sat on top of him.

Nasi’s hands went to my waist, and he pushed me down against his quickly growing desire. I tore my mouth away from his with a gasp, my hands tangling in his hair and pulling. One hand left my waist and tore the band of fabric from my breasts, sending them tumbling in his face. I cried out as the tip of my nipple met the rough scales of his palm, creating the most glorious friction.

I ground down harder on him, yanking his face into my breasts. He happily obliged, the textured tip of his tongue swirling around my left nipple and then the right.

I needed more.

“Bite me,” I pleaded. No, begged.

Nasi went still for a moment, hesitating.

I growled at him, in no mood for his self-righteous bullshit. “I swear to the gods, if you refuse to mate with me—”

He bit down hard, his two fangs digging into the skin above my breast while his other teeth caught my nipple. I cried out, overwhelmed. He drank from me, all previous misgivings aside as I felt the pull straight from my core.

“Yes,yes …” I groaned, feeling like I would soon explode against him. Nasi growled from my chest, and detached his fangs. Before I could protest, he flipped our positions, and gathered me in his arms and took off across the cave.

“Wha—”

“I’m going to make you scream against the rocks until your cries of pleasure echo off the stone walls. Then I will claim my mate loudly enough that the entire fucking kingdom behind us will know who you belong to.”

I melted into a puddle in his arms, his dirty talk flipping my stomach and sending a hot bolt of arousal between my thighs. My shy, polite dragon man was gone—in his place was the male I knew he could be and deserved to be. He was the same draken as he’d ever been, but he’d finally embraced his inner draken like I had, echoing the raw, feral energy that had greeted me in those early days.

Nasi slipped through the crevice with me in his arms and practically sprinted to the bathing pool. He jumped straight in, and my arms tightened around his neck in reflex as the water splashed up my chest. He stormed through the pool with water up to his waist, heading toward the middle.

Thick need clogged my veins as I spied the smooth, flat rock in the middle of the pool, half-submerged in the water at a forty-five degree angle with the end jutting straight out. My imagination went wild with possibilities.

Nasi put me on my back, my bottom half submerged in the water but flush against his pelvis as he leaned over. My wings had plenty of room to hang down off the stone. My hand snaked down in between us, and stroked him. Nasi jerked, the whites of his knuckles standing out as he grasped the edge of the stone on either side of me.

“No,” he growled stubbornly, pinning me in place with one hand pushing down on my lower abdomen. I squirmed with delight, the pressure feeling divine as I arched my hips into him. The corners of his lips drew up in a smirk, and he kissed his way from my belly to my inner thigh. The sharp kiss of his fangs against the edge of my skin sent tingles down my spine.

My inner draken snarled at me, not in the mood for foreplay.

“Nasi.Nasi.”

He licked his way back up to my breasts, his eyes trailing longingly on my throat. I would have to egg him on it seemed—drive him utterly insane until he had no choice but to take me against this rock and shatter me into a thousand pieces.

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