Page 102 of The Mage and His Stolen Prince
I pressed my thumb to the glyph to unlock it. “Cramp.” Nothing happened.
“I already changed the command word,” he said with a smirk. He stepped toward me, and I stepped back. Because of the handcuffs, I couldn’t escape him, but I could keep some distance between us. “You’re too predictable, Wilde.”
For every step he took forward, I took one back, until my back hit the wall with a solidthump. He raised one arm above my head to block me in while the other hand rested on my waist. Even through my clothes I could feel each long, slender finger and the heat of his palm.
My heart pounded against my ribs, as trapped as I was. Treasure was using his height against me, trying to dominate me through his size, and I would simplynot allow it. I glared up at him sharply and opened my mouth to tell him to stop, to step back, to unlock me. But the dream-Treasure’s accusation still buzzed in my head:You have to control everything around you.I snapped my mouth shut before issuing an order.
As if reading my mind, he asked, “What did the flowers make you dream about?”
I swallowed roughly and looked away from him. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Then go ahead,” Trey urged. “Order me around. Unless you want to stay like this all night?”
We didn’t have time for whatever game he was playing. He had to rejoin the royal champions, and I had to prepare for the fight ahead. “Unlock me,” I whispered.
“Say it like you mean it.”
I didn’t understand his goal. Why did hewantme to command him? I needed him to release me, so if he wanted an order, I would give him one.I looked into his bright blue eyes and channeled every ounce of authority my stolen title gave me. “Unlock me.”
“Fuck you.”
He kissed me before I could react, parting my lips with his tongue, taking what he wanted without waiting for me to give it to him. I tensed at first, expecting another overwhelming flood of sweet apples, some sign that this was another dream. All I tasted was him, a defiant flavor I could drown in.
His hands moved to cup my ass, and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my free hand around his neck, holding him close so that we never had to break the kiss. In this position, I could feel the hard length of his eager cock. When he started walking, it ground against me with delicious, promising pressure.
My back hit the bed, and I gasped from the impact, unintentionally pulling away from him. He followed me down onto the mattress—he had no choice, he was as bound to me as I was to him. A laugh rumbled in his chest as he said, “How convenient that you brought us somewhere private with a bed.”
I barely registered the words, too upset at him for talking when we could be kissing. “Kiss me again.”
He threaded his fingers through mine and pinned my cuffed hand above my head. Then he pressed his parted lips against my neck, grazing his teeth over my skin.
And bit down.
The sharp pain tore through my lust. I stared at him, bewildered, as he grinned up at me, his teeth still buried in my neck.
When he finally let me go, he said, “You’re not in control right now. Does that scare you?” His free hand trailed down my side, sending a shudder through my body. “Or excite you?”
I gazed at him through heavy lidded eyes. “What if I tell you to stop?”
“I plan to make you beg ‘stop’ and ‘please’ and ‘yes’ and ‘no’ all night long, so if you really want me to stop, choose something else.”
I considered carefully before moving forward, then said, “Grimnight.”
His lip curled. “That’ll certainly kill the mood.”
“Good. Now shut up and kiss me.”
He laughed and shook his head. “I’d gag you, but it’d be less fun if I couldn’t ignore your orders.” He grabbed my free hand and pinned it with the other above my head, then leaned forward to do something I couldn’tsee. It brought his chest tantalizingly close to my mouth, but he was still wearing clothes, damn him, so I couldn’t even nibble.
Metal closed around my other wrist. I tilted my head back to examine his handiwork. Somehow, he’d freed himself from the cuffs without me hearing the command word, then looped the chain through the iron bars of the headboard before locking up my other wrist.
Trey’s gaze lingered on the other pair of manacles attached to the headboard, the ones I’d hoped to use on him one day. Amusement sparkled in his eyes as he toyed with one of the cuffs. “I see you already have a set of your own.”
“They’re not as fancy as yours,” I said, rattling the chains. “Mine actually listen to me.”
He grinned. “Then I’m glad we’re using mine.”
The new position stretched my arms high above my head until my shoulders ached. I finally understood why the original command word was ‘cramp.’ The ache had a pleasant burn for now, but I could see how someone might tire of the position quickly.
