Page 65 of Hateful Prince
My fingers slid over her clit as I pulled out to the tip and slammed home again. If I was going to come like this was my first time, I’d make sure she joined me. Pirate or not, I was a generous lover—it was the prince in me.
It wasn’t long before she was moaning my name and seeking out more of my touch. A flare of heat across my collarbones and my throat sent a wave of certainty through me. The last of the marks. We were fully mated. I could let go.
“You are so beautiful,” she breathed, her fingers dancing over the glowing scales along my collarbone.
Just that ghost of a touch was enough to snap the last thread of my control and send me hurtling toward release.
“Dahlia, oh fuck.”
I poured everything I had into my mate, my hips jerking as euphoria took hold, and her walls clenched around me as her own pleasure crested. The ripple of her inner muscles sent a second orgasm crashing into me. I didn’t even know that was possible, but I wasn’t complaining. I’d take everything she wanted to give me, and then I’d beg for seconds.
“Uh, Cas?” she breathed, a little fear in her voice.
“Yes, love?”
“Are we floating?”
I looked down to find we were indeed hovering over the bed a few inches. Smirking, I locked eyes with her. “Looks like I found my happy thought.”
“I thought it was Peter and the lost boys who had the happy thoughts.”
I just held her gaze. “We might take on new roles, but some things are eternal, Dahlia-darling.”
“Does that mean you’ll wear the tights for me? Maybe that cute little hat?”
A frown tugged at my lips, and we fell to the soft mattress. “You know, I seem to have lost every one of my hats. Can’t remember where I left a single one.”
“Is that a no to the tights, then?”
“Everything is a yes for you, love.”
She smiled at me with such love in her eyes that I couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her. Then, even though I was spent and soft, I stayed inside her as I rolled us over so she was astride my hips.
“Rock your hips for me, mate. I just want to watch you move on top of me.”
As her body swayed, I got exactly what I wanted. I thickened all over again, filling her to the hilt and making her moan.
“That’ll teach me to question your stamina.” She giggled.
I smacked her arse. “Are you laughing while I’m inside you?”
“Not at you, promise.”
“What’s so funny, then?”
Her smile was blinding in its beauty. “My collection’s complete.”
“So it is.”
Chapter
Twenty-One
TOR
The longer I was separated from my mate, the harder my beast raged. It was a burden I hadn’t yet conquered, this urge to see her safe and in my arms at all times. I was her protector, and I couldn’t do my job if I wasn’t able to lay eyes upon her. Our bond, while powerful, still had its limits. Limits that had consequences because of my beast’s unhinged nature.
The connection my parents shared was unique in many aspects, not the least of which was the fact that it was a true soul bond. Not long after they found each other and recognized that they were fated, they’d participated in an ancient ritual that merged their souls together, the results of which were cataclysmic—to say the least. I wasn’t interested in the shared manifestation of their powers so much as the ever-present ability to feel and sense their mate. Such a gift would help soothe me now, because even if I couldn’t see Dahlia with my own eyes, at least I would be able to sense whether she was safe and use the connection to locate her.