Page 82 of The Lost Princess

I hissed. “Fuck, finally.”

His fingers threaded through my hair and yanked my head back, exposing my throat. He bit down savagely at the hollow of my neck, twin stings of pain and pleasure blazing through my veins.

I tried to move my hips, but he held me in place, asserting his dominance over me.

And I fucking loved it.

Then when he deemed it time, he rolled his hips slowly against mine, my blood pooling into his mouth as his thrusts picked up in intensity.

I reminded myself to breathe. My grip on his hair tightened, hoping it would provoke him further.

“Mine,” he grunted, pulling out of my neck and leaving the wound open and bleeding. I seized my opportunity and lunged into his neck, sinking my fangs as deeply into his neck as I could.

Hot, thick blood met my tongue, and I moaned at the heady scent and taste: spiced wine and safety. It washome.I drank and drank, a pleasant hum buzzing along my body as Nasi continued to thrust.

Magick thrummed around both of us, Nasi’s tattoos flaring and sparkling with life. I ignored it all. Nothing mattered other than Nasi—his blood and body—inside of me.

As I drank, Nasi got to work, moving and out of me rhythmically. One hand reached up to stroke my wing, and the other went to stroke my inner lips, touching the heat blazing from my core.

I detached from his throat just to cry out with satisfaction. I left his wound open and bleeding like he did mine.

Nasi slammed me back down hard against the stone, my wings dangling off the edges and flailing. His fingers played and danced just above his cock, ratcheting up the tense ball of nerves quivering inside of me, relief just out of sight.

Blood ran down our necks but neither of us cared. His fingers roved from my wings to span the column of my throat, fanning out and covering it completely as he gripped it tight. Without warning, he slammed into me hard again, his hand in my center hitting a spot that lit up my nerves while he squeezed my throat.

The ball of nerves exploded.

I gasped and screamed, the musical screech curling around the cavern and echoing painfully. Wave after wave of pleasure consumed me, my inner muscles clenching and bearing down on him as I rode it out.

With a grunt and cry, he spasmed over me, sweat dripping down his temples as his thrusts slowed, then stopped. A hot wetness spread up through my body as I came down from my high. Nasi collapsed on top of me, boneless.

Magick sparked and swirled, and I opened my eyes to see it settling into our skin. I gave a happy trill, and Nasi nuzzled into my neck, practically purring his content.

With a heavy yank, he sent both of us tumbling into the hot spring.

I shrieked and flailed at him, not expecting it. Strong arms caught me by my belly and I was yanked back up to the surface. I glared at him, noticing that his neck wounds had healed. My hands flew to my own neck and found nothing but unblemished skin. My eyes rose to his, full of hope.

“Does that mean—”

“Open your wings, love.”

Nasi stared at me so intently I hesitated. Slowly I unfurled my wings, and his eyes darkened with renewed lust.

I twisted my head around, my jaw dropping at the gorgeous gold that colored my wings from each tip to its base just below my shoulders. I gawped down at my body, noting the black and gold scales that flecked my scales here and there. I was still white overall, but now Nasi’s colors dotted me in patches, and consumed my wings.

I glanced up to find him smirking, smug with himself.No wonder he looked so proud.

“Mymate,” he insisted, taking me in his arms and kissing me deeply.

I broke away with considerable effort. “Always,” I answered back, wrapping my arms around his back and tucking my legs around his waist. Just from the barest brush against my skin, his cock stood at attention immediately under the warm water.

“Again?” I asked with amusement, one eyebrow raised.

He licked the side of my neck, his eyes full of promise. He threw me on my belly up against the edge of the pool, entering me from behind. My gasp echoed around the stone cavern.

“Always,” he promised.

ChapterTwenty-Six

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