Page 57 of Splintered Shadow
Before she could wonder if they were finished, he withdrew, and his second cock pushed its way in. He fell forward, her feet now over his shoulders. His thrusts were erratic, pumping into her hard.
Desire ignited in her again. They moved as one. Her prince, always so reserved and careful with his words, could not keep himself quiet. He said she was beautiful. He loved the way she felt when she was full of his seed. So good. So tight. She was his. Only his.
She responded in kind, loving the way he felt inside her. Used her. Needed her.
It couldn’t last. Pleasure peaked again; her throat shouted raw as she cried out. He licked her neck, where the curve met the shoulder, and bit.
For a moment, the sting of the bite did not register. Bliss kept her floating and fuzzy. He thrust, his hips snapping, and groaned, his face nuzzled against her neck.
He licked the bite, then rolled to the side, pulling her with him.
“Did you bite me?”
“Instinct,” he said. “I should have warned you. Does it hurt?”
She lifted her hand to check, dragging his bound hand with it. Huffing in frustration, she touched the area with her free hand. “Oddly, no.”
“A male’s saliva neutralizes the pain.”
“Oh. Good to know.” Then, “Is that something you want from me? To bite you?”
He rose to one elbow and regarded her. “No. Female Arcosians mark their mates with their claws.”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to do that.”
“You scratched my back. Is it a fierce mark?” He sat up, allowing her to see his back and the red welts she left.
She touched the marks. “They’re just scratches. They’ll go away in a few hours.”
“A shame. I would like everyone to know how I satisfied my mate.” He lay back down and pulled her to him.
She rested her head on his chest. His heartbeat was a steady rhythm, lulling her to sleep.
“Can we untie the ribbon?” she asked, yawning.
“Not just yet,” he said.
They stayed like that, nestled up to each other until dawn.
Chapter Twelve
Sarah
Late morning lightcrept across the carpet. The air warmed. The bedsheet drifted away, exposing her legs. Vekele’s arm resting over her waist kept the sheet from slipping to the floor. Sleep had been elusive, partly due to the new bed but mostly due to the person next to her.
Vekele was fire or ice. No middle ground. Once he removed the mask of the cold, aloof prince, he was a man of burning passion. They spent the night exploring, teasing, and tasting, and finally fell into something resembling sleep just as the sky turned pearly gray with the promise of dawn.
“So you are not a dream after all,” he murmured, burying his face in the tangle of his mate’s hair. His hard—how?— cocks ground against her bottom.
“There is no way you’re ready again,” she said. “What kind of vascular system do you have to support two dicks that are hard all the time?”
He chuckled, his voice right at her ear. “A superior vascular system, obviously, but this is only for you.”
Sarah sighed, her core aching at his deep laugh. No one had a right to have such a sexy laugh. She rolled over to face him.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
He pressed his forehead to hers. “Better than okay.”
