Bound to the Shadow Prince

Chapter 48

Chapter

Forty-Eight

I stare at him, eyes wide. I just…run? Flee from him? I’ve never done such a thing before. It seems a little silly, but as Nemeth straightens to his full height, his wings flaring out, I can see he’s deadly serious. This is part of their ceremony, and I’ve agreed to be Fellian.

So it seems I must be chased.

I glance around the large, empty downstairs chamber. Other than the pillow in front of the altar and the wood wedged around the door, it’s barren.

“Start running,” Nemeth tells me in a whisper-soft voice. He pulls off his belt, his movements slow and deliberate. “Make it a good chase and the reward will be all the sweeter.”

I hesitate. There’s something both menacing and arousing about his stance, about the way he casually removes his vest next, his gaze locked on me. I look around again, but there’s nothing to hide behind, nowhere to go. I’m trapped in this tower, and whatever fleeing I do will be quick. Even so, I grab two handfuls of my skirts and cross the room, my heart starting to pound hard in my chest. There’s an exciting element of terror to this whole “chase” concept.

It should not be nearly as arousing as it is, yet I’m somehow excited.

I rush across the room from him, strategically placing myself nearer to the stairs. I turn to look at him, and Nemeth is stripping off the last of his clothing, revealing his enormous body and straining erection. My body throbs at the sight, the breath catching in my throat. Part of me just wants to fling myself to the ground, to give up on the idea of a chase and just let myself be caught.

But the chase is important to him. Important…and it’s exciting in a naughty, thrilling sort of way.

I watch as he tosses aside the wrap he wears over his loins and steps forward toward me, his movements deliberate and with a hint of menace to them.

With a squeak, I turn and race up the stairs.

Forty steps always seems like a long time, but today it feels like forever as I fling myself up them as quickly as possible. By the time I get to the top of the landing, I’m gasping, unable to draw a deep breath in my tight corset. I stare down the narrow, winding flight of stairs, and then I hear footsteps.

He’s following me up, and he’s not far.

With another whimper born of both excitement and dread, I turn and continue racing away. Across the narrow, half-circle hall of the first floor, and past Nemeth’s room that we share. Past the garderobe and the storage, and on to the second floor. I can hear Nemeth’s footsteps behind me, the heavy Fellian trod of his strange feet on the stones. I imagine I hear the swish of his wings as he closes in on me, and it makes me race faster, my heart hammering in my chest.

As I reach the bottom of the second flight of stairs, something tugs at the skirts of my dress. I scream and pull free, racing away once more.

I make it halfway up the stairs before I feel the tug on my skirt again. I shriek, tottering on the step, in danger of losing my balance.

Suddenly Nemeth is there, large arms wrapped around me and shielding me against his chest. “Are you all right? Candra?”

I sag against him for a moment, breathless. I manage a nod. “Almost fell.”

“Be careful, milettahn ,” he murmurs, nuzzling the side of my neck before releasing me and placing me on my feet again. “If you are too scared to continue?—”

“I’m not,” I tell him, straightening my shoulders. Part of me wants him to catch me and nuzzle me again, but a greater part of me wants him to keep chasing. “If I get scared, I’ll say the word ‘ribbon’ and you’ll know it’s too much.”

“Ribbon,” he agrees, and his green eyes glow with lust. He reaches a clawed hand for my skirts.

I swipe them out of his grip once more, then turn and race up the rest of the way, heart pounding as I hear him pacing after me. This might be one of the strangest sex games I’ve ever played…but also one of the most exciting.

This time, he snags me around my waist before I get up the stairs to the third flight, and I realize he’s been toying with me this whole time. He could have caught me at any point and let me run, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Squealing, I’m hauled backward, and a big arm traps my waist. A large body hunches over my squirming one, and I feel Nemeth’s breath hot in my ear. “I have you now, my mate.”

A hot shudder of arousal rips through me as he growls, rubbing his face against my neck. I bite my lip, holding back a moan as one hand slides under my skirts, pushing them up and revealing my legs.

Nemeth’s breath hisses as he glides his fingers up my thigh. “No bloomers?”

I shake my head.

“Naughty princess,” he murmurs, and then his hand pushes between my thighs, cupping my cunt.

I whimper, collapsing against him, my cheek pressing to the first cool step of the stairs as he holds me against him.

“Knees up,” he reminds me as I sag.

I do as he commands, settling my weight on my knees even as I keep my face low to the ground. Cool air brushes over my backsideas my skirts climb their way up my back, and Nemeth’s hand presses against my pussy. His first two fingers glide through my folds, and I cry out, wet and slick and wildly excited for more.

“My naughty, naughty Candra,” Nemeth rasps, finding my clit and rolling it against his fingertips. “You are so very aroused by our chase, aren’t you? As aroused as I am.”

And he presses his length against my thigh, letting me feel just how hard and aching he is.

I make a choked sound, spreading my thighs wider so he can have full access to my body. I love this. I love how fierce he is in this moment. He’s not my shy scholar right now—he’s a primal being about to claim his mate.

And by all the gods, does his mate want to be claimed .

He rubs a teasing finger against my clit again. “Should I make you come on my fingers before I give you my knot?”

“Yes, please,” I whine, bucking my hips against his touch. “I want that. I want you, Nemeth.”

A hard finger dips lower, grazes the entrance to my body. I rock with his touch, trying to get him to go deeper, to pierce me with one of those big digits. I’m greedy and I want everything.

But he only slips his hand away, and I cry out at the loss. “No fair!”

“Shh.” His hand rubs my backside, and then his fingers trace between my thighs again. Something hot and hard prods at the entrance of my body and I moan, realizing that we’re skipping all the foreplay and are going straight to the consummation. He teases the tip against my core, leaving me clenching and needy and whimpering with distress. “My pretty milettahn ,” he murmurs. “Do you want your mate?”

“Yes!”

Nemeth surges into me, and I let out a choked sound. Oh gods, that is so good. It’s been forever since I’ve been filled like this and I’d forgotten just how intense and delicious the sensation of a thick cock pushing into me can feel. He thrusts into me hard, rocking me against the cool stone of the steps, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so full. Nemeth is larger than any lover I’ve had in the past, and I squirm as he seats himself to the hilt, his heavy thighs bracketing mine. His breath hisses, and he remains still over me, frozen in place.

“R-ribbon?” he asks, voice tight.

“What?” I turn my head, trying to look back at him.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Gods, no!Keep going!” I try to arch against him, lifting up my backside in silent encouragement. “Give me everything,” I pant. “Give me your cock. Give me your knot.”

He growls low in his throat, and his hips surge against mine once more. It’s as if he can no longer control himself, and now that he knows I’m not hurt, he’s free to claim me as he wants. He pounds into me from behind, rocking our bodies together and driving into me with such force that each thrust leaves me breathless. My toes curl as he pumps into me, and the sensation is so good that a low curl of pleasure starts to warm deep in my belly, a sign that I just might have an orgasm from thrusting alone.

“More,” I cry out, eager to chase that sensation. “Harder, Nemeth. More!”

“Can you take my knot?”

Is he not giving me everything? “Yes.” I widen my legs, trying to give him more access to my body that’s already stretched tight around him. “Give me everything. Make me your mate.”

“You’re so tight,” he hisses between his teeth, and thrusts shallowly into me.

“Give me your knot,” I say again, demanding. It won’t feel like we’re truly mated until he does.

Nemeth growls low in his throat. He clenches my hips tight and then presses forward. Suddenly, it feels like too much, and the realization is startling. He’s got more to give me? But I’m not new to sex. I try to relax my body, keeping my hips loose as he thrusts into me, pushing a little harder each time.

It’s no longer feeling good, my climax pounded away as Nemeth slowly drives his knot into me.

“Unh!” Nemeth shudders over me, and thrusts deep, clutching my hips tight. He spills into me, and I try to hold still as he comes.

It’s impossible. His knot feels enormous and like it’s splitting me apart. I squirm in place, wriggling in an effort to get comfortable as I’m pinned under his heavier weight. I feel…stuck, oddly enough, which is a strange sensation. And when I try to slide away from him, I find that I can’t, and our bodies are locked together.

I whimper, distressed.

“Shh, love,” Nemeth murmurs. He rolls onto his side, pulling me with him until we’re curled on the floor together. “Give my knot time to recede.”

Squirming, I’m trapped between the pleasure-pain moment and the realization that I had no orgasm. “How—how long does that take?” I ask, panting.

He strokes a big hand down the front of my dress, then slides that hand under my skirts. “Longer than a few breaths, that’s for certain. Did I…hurt you?”

“Your knot feels like a lot,” I confess tightly, wriggling again. I can’t stop moving. “Still does.”

Nemeth groans. “By the gods, you feel good. You’re squeezing my knot so hard.” Even now, he bucks lightly against me, and I feel another burst of his release inside my body. His hand slides between my thighs. “Did you come?”

“No,” I practically wail, and I sound pouty and pathetic.

“Truly, I am a terrible mate. I will have to make it up to you,” he soothes.

I’m miffed that he doesn’t sound sorry. He sounds like a man that just got his knot in his woman and he’s sated.

He nuzzles the top of my head, his legs curled around mine, and I whimper pathetically again as his hand slides to my cunt. “While you milk my knot, I get to take care of you.” And his fingers tease my clit.

I cry out, shocked at how intense it feels. Oh, gods. I’ve never been stuffed so full, and the combination of his fingers strumming my clit while I’m speared on his cock is explosive. I immediately clench around him, my cunt squeezing tight, and Nemeth lets out a shocked little gasp of his own.

“That’s it, milettahn ,” he groans. “Milk my knot with your sweet cunt. Gods, you feel good.”

I come hard, the orgasm rolling through me in waves, and then it doesn’t stop. Instead, Nemeth continues to tease my clit, rubbing circles around the hood as my body squeezes tight around his cock and I make breathless, gaspy sounds as he makes me come over and over again. One orgasm rolls into the next, and I arch and writhe against him as he works my body, sending one pulse of pleasure after another until I’m breathless and spent, and still he makes me come again. He strokes my throat and face with one big hand while the other strums between my legs like I am a lute he will never tire of playing.

By the time his cock eases from my body, I’m exhausted from having come so many times. I feel worn and dazed with pleasure, curled up against his back. I sigh as he slips free from between my thighs and a rush of fluid follows. He tugs me higher up against him and nuzzles my face. “Now are you pleased, my greedy princess?”

I snuggle back against him. Am I pleased? Gods, I don’t think I’ve ever been so pleased. Sex with my Fellian has been incredible. I expected it to be good because I love him, but I was not expecting to be utterly wrung out with decadent pleasure. “I think I like your knot.”

He chuckles, stroking a finger along my cheek. “I am glad you approve.”

I think if I approved any more, the gods would need to scrape me off the walls.