Page 103 of The Mage and His Stolen Prince
“Where were we?” Trey murmured, his breath hot and teasing against my skin.
“You were going to kiss me,” I said, tracing my tongue over my lips in anticipation.
He arched a brow. “No, I don’t think I was. In fact, I think I was going to do this …” He carefully unbuttoned my waistcoat, peeling it open like he was unwrapping a present. Once he’d pushed the waistcoat aside, he slipped his hands under my shirt, bunching the fabric up in his grip, dragging it along my skin. Lowering his head, he gently sunk his teeth into my side, just enough to feel them.
The chains clinked as I tugged against the restraints. I wanted to touch him, twist my fingers through his hair and guide his head to where I wanted it. The cuffs didn’t budge an inch.
“You seem to be enjoying them.” He roamed his hands over my body, mocking my imprisonment by touching me wherever he liked. Tweaking a nipple, scratching his nails down my ribs. Any time I shifted to follow his touch, he lifted his hand away, held it out of my reach for a few seconds, and then explored somewhere else.
“Should I add another pair?” He lifted one leg in his hand and murmured the question against my calf. “One for each ankle so I can spread you wide and fuck you however I please.”
My stomach clenched at the image and my cock twitched in excitement. I scowled down at it.He’s threatening not to use you, you know.It didn’t seem to care, already dripping in anticipation. I dropped my head against the mattress and ordered, “Fuck me, then. Make sure it’sdeepandslowuntil I’m writhing underneath you.”
“Are you trying to trick me with opposite orders?” Trey caressed a lazy line from ankle to knee and back. “Think I’ll change my mind and ride you hard and fast to prove you wrong?”
I peered at him through my lashes. “Is it working?”
He bit me again, a light warning nip. “No. If that’s how it went last time, and you were hoping I’d fall in line again, I’m happy to disappoint you.”
I raised my head to look at him. His blue eyes gleamed with mischief and his lips curved in a smirk. “You think your disobedience is cute.”
The smirk faded into seriousness. “I think it’s the only way you’ll trust that I want this.” He crawled up my body until he hovered over me, looking me right in the eye. “And I think it’s the only way you’ll trust yourself. I don’t know what those hallucinations showed you, or what we’ve experienced together that I’ve forgotten. But I know we can start something new if you stay long enough to try.”
“I wasn’t going to leave forever.”
“Maybe I wasn’t going to either.”
I wished he could give me a firm answer. Tell me what he was thinking before he left me alone in that bed while he went off to challenge his father. Why didn’t he wake me? Ask me to fight with him? Did he think I wouldn’t take his side? I would have done anything he’d asked, but I’d never told him that.
“Bite me,” I ordered.
He kissed me softly, keeping his teeth firmly locked behind his lips.
“Take off your clothes.”
He stripped my waistcoat and shirt off over my head. Even with the enchanted cuffs it took some maneuvering and cooperation before my chest was completely bare. He kissed a trail down my neck, my chest, my stomach, until he reached the top button of my pants. Then he stripped everything else from me, tossing it aside, leaving me naked and exposed while he was fully clothed.
“There’s lube in the drawer,” I said, nodding to the bedstand. “Use enough so you aren’t in pain later.”
The mischief returned to his eyes. The one order he followed was to grab the lube and pour a generous amount into his hand. He unfastened his pants, lowering them just enough to free his straining erection. Then he stroked himself with his slick hand, covering himself from base to tip.
He hadn’t touched my cock this whole time. Watching him touch himself, I pictured how his hands would feel on me. The calloused palms from years of swordplay. Those nimble fingers circling me. The thumb swirling around the tip.
“Touch me.” For a moment, I forgot to order him to do the opposite. He did touch me, just not how I meant.
One hand held my waist to force me to stay put, as if he’d forgotten I was locked in place. The other hand slipped a single, tentative finger inside me.
We never looked away from each other as he worked, exploring and stretching me at the same time. The sensation was odd, unexpected, and I tightened reflexively. He paused, waiting for me to adjust and relax, then slipped another finger inside.
I broke our staring contest first, turning my head away, hiding my face against my arm. I didn’t want him to see how my expression shifted and changed in response to his touch, my own body outside of my control.
A jolt of pleasure thrummed through me, and I groaned in response before I could bite it back.
“Ah, there it is.”
The triumph in his voice warned me that he was up to no good. “Don’t you dare—”
Two fingers pressed against the spot, massaging it firmly, refusing to let up even as my hips jerked against his hold. Every touch sent another jolt straight to my cock, which twitched and trembled without finding relief.
