Page 68 of Splintered Shadow
“Tell me,” he said.
“Yes, my prince.”
Joy and adoration swelled inside him. His princess. His mate.
He lined his second cock up and pushed in. The tight heat of her surrounded him. “My princess,” he groaned.
With an arm around her waist, he lifted her upright. She gasped at the new position. He held still, letting her adjust. Her arms went over his shoulders, back to the base of his wings. Fingers dug in, sending sparks along the sensitive flesh there.
He rocked up into her. His wings wrapped around them, sheltering them. She rose and fell on his shaft, her mouth open and panting. His sweet mate. Her fingernails scratched at his back. A thrill went through him, wanting to wear her mark. Then everyone would know he belonged to her. No one would dare try to take her from him.
With a groan, he pushed her to her back. His hips gained speed, pumping in and out at an erratic pace. Her cries of bliss filled the night. The tight coil of pleasure spiraled inside, racing up his spine. Soon it would consume him.
He lifted her legs, changing the angle, and thrusting harder. Her body tensed, and her channel tightened and squeezed as she reached her climax.
She was beautiful as pleasure took her.
He pushed into her twice, three times, more, and found his release. He felt hot and cold all at once and utterly content.
He collapsed onto his forearms, keeping his weight off her. His forehead pressed against hers.
“My princess, my love,” he whispered.
“My arrogant prince,” she whispered back. “Don’t you dare almost die again.”
He swallowed back the urge to deny the danger they had been in, specifically when he had been cornered. He saw the tendril that Sarah conjured.
“You saved me,” he said.
“I can’t lose you, Vekele. I can’t do that again,” she said.
He pulled back far enough to see her properly. Her eyes glistened, as if ready to cry. He could not make the promise she wanted to hear, that they would never be in danger. That he would never leave her. It was a dangerous world and, he suspected, about to get more dangerous soon.
“You were brought here for me,” he said, his confidence—though his mate would call it arrogance—returning. “I pity those who try to take me from you.”
* * *
The night turned cold,and sense returned to them.
“You’re bleeding,” Sarah said, carefully touching his upper arm.
He twisted to look. Blood had soaked through the fabric. He did not remember the injury. “A graze.”
“Off,” she said, snapping her fingers. “Come on, get it off.”
He blinked at the audacity.
“Don’t look at me like that. Undress so I can clean it and put goop on it.”
“I see you are flaunting your vast medical knowledge with such detailed technical terms,” he said. Still, he removed the shirt. His shoulders protested at the movement, and the fabric peeled away painfully where it had dried.
“Well, you’ve got enough energy for a smart mouth, so you’re not dying,” she said in a dry tone.
“I have enough energy to fuck you senselessandhave a smart mouth, thank you very much.”
She clicked her tongue in a gesture that seemed both mocking and amused. “Well, that’s me told. Is there a light in the kit?” She rummaged through the emergency kit.
Vekele retrieved the lantern. Stored as a flat disc, it expanded into a globe and hovered a measure off the ground.
