Page 29 of The Night Prince

He slides his hands beneath my thighs, and picks me up. He stalks across the room, places me gently on the mattress, then removes his clothes. He crawls over me. His face looms above mine and his warm breath tickles my lips. “If you feel the fever, if you need me to stop—”

“I won’t.”

His gaze darkens. “You must tell me.”

I nod, then bite my bottom lip. Heat flushes my face. “If you’re worried about losing control, I could always... well... I could be in control.”

The corner of his mouth lifts, and some of the darkness leaves his expression. “As much as I would like to have you ride my cock, Princess, I need to be in charge tonight.” He blinks, almost apologetically. “A wolf thing.”

There is a question in his eyes. I don’t think I could deny him anything right now. I incline my head. He shifts down my body, planting a kiss between my breasts, then on the soft skin of my torso. I breathe in sharply as the flames that flicker inside me build. He kneels as he slides my bunched up dress down my legs,his knuckles scraping my thighs, then tosses the fabric onto the floor. His hands are shaking, slightly, as he unfastens my boots and throws them aside.

“Are you alright?” I ask.

“Trying to restrain myself.” He offers me a sheepish grin. “I’ll be okay, momentarily.”

He slips my underwear off, exposing me to him, and releases a shuddery breath. He dips his head, and without warning, drags his tongue over me. I make an embarrassing noise and clench the sheets as his growl fills our bedchambers. “Fuck. You taste like you’re ready for me, Princess.”

“I. . .I am.”

Crawling over me, he rests one forearm on the pillow by my head, and nudges my thighs further apart with his knee. Breathing deeply, expression strained and full lips wet, he guides himself to my entrance. He groans when he pushes inside. My back arches, and a soft cry escapes my lips at the delicious pressure, the pinch of pain. He pauses when he fills me completely, closes his eyes and presses his forehead against mine to give me a moment to adjust to his size. He thrusts. It is deep and slow, and a rough grunt scrapes against his throat.

Sweat beads across my face as his scent floods my nostrils. I dig my fingers into the hard muscles of his back and kiss his neck. I need him harder. Faster. I curl my ankles around his back, and rock my hips against him.

He scrapes his teeth against the column of my throat and brings his mouth to my ear. “My way, remember, Princess?”

He moves tortuously slowly, drawing soft moans from my lips with each thrust. He’s trembling, and I know it’s because he’s holding himself back. I try to respect his wishes, I try to begentle, but my hips move of their own accord, and my fingernails pierce his back. My teethacheand there’s something wild within me that wants to tear into his flesh.

Bite. Bite. Bite.

I fear myself. I’m worried that if he doesn’t give me what I want, I’ll give in to this strange primal urge that is taking over me. Sweat beads on my brow as I suppress it, and the fever rises within.

“Please,”I gasp. “Please.”

He groans, and it’s like my plea snaps something within him. He thrusts harder, deeper, and reaches the place inside me that I need him to touch.

When his mouth falls to my shoulder, and his teeth press against my skin, and his shoulders shudder beneath my hands, I get the sense that the urge to bite has come over him too. He wrenches away and claims my mouth instead.

I’m lost to him. To the sound of the mattress creaking, and his shallow grunts, and the dominant, branding thrust of his tongue.

Tonight melts away. I’m no longer under threat from the king, or being bitten by Blake, or a pawn, once again, in a game between men. I’m free. I’m powerful. I’m here with Callum, taking pleasure from his powerful body, while he struggles to maintain control.

“Come for me, Princess,” he growls.

My back arches up from the mattress as I come wholly, completely, undone. All the fear, the darkness, the pain from this night is expelled from me. His pace increases, becomes fevered, before his back muscles spasm beneath my fingertips as he too groans with release. His face dips to the crook of my neck.

“You’re mine,”he mumbles against my ear as his heart thunders against my chest. “You’re mine.”

Yet, as my orgasm ebbs away, and I stroke the back of his neck, I can’t ignore the slight protest within my soul. A small voice whispers through my bliss.

It tells me I belong to no one.

Chapter Eleven

Darkness.

Tendrils of shadow wind up my legs and coil around my arms.

I cannot breathe. I cannot see. I cannot...

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