Page 50 of Slaying the Shifter Prince
“If you are deserving of pleasure, I will give it to you.”
My pussy tightened at the promise in his tone. Fucking twisted part of my anatomy.
There was movement from his side of the bed, and I held still, waiting for his touch, waiting for him to deliver on that promise. Goosebumps chased across my skin, despite the warmth of the blankets.
“And since you almost died because of your own stubbornness, you don’t deserve any rewards. They are only given for good behaviour.”
I exhaled my disappointment and dared a glance in his direction. In the darkness, his eyes glinted as he lay on his side, facing me. The scant light gathered in those eyes, reflecting in their depths, like a wild animal on the road at night.
“Now, go to sleep.”
“Fine,” I huffed. I rolled over, back to him, and kept still. A few minutes later, I checked over my shoulder. The reflection of his eyes was gone.
In perfect silence, I slid my hand back into place and circled my clit with two fingertips. My suspended pleasure roared back to life, bright and glorious, and maybe fuelled a little by the prince’s promise.
If you are deserving of pleasure, I will give it to you.
He wanted me. Despite himself, he wanted me, his enemy, the woman who’d tried to kill him. The little human who’d come close to managing it.
“I can hear you.”
I stilled and bit my lip. What the fuck?How?
“Your elevated heart rate. The faster breaths that you think you’re keeping so quiet.” A glimmer of amusement rippled through his murmured words. “Those slick little sounds where you’re so wet.”
I clenched my teeth against a groan. To hear him say that sent another pulse of need through me, and although my hand had stilled, I couldn’t help but press a little harder with my fingers. That bit more pressure against my clit was a delicious tease, so near release, my body strained closer to it, closer.
“Tell me, Zita, while you fuck yourself with your fingers, are you picturing me having you on the dining table?”
My name. Good gods, my name on his lips, the way he purred through theZsound. If he’d allowed me another stroke, I’d have come apart on that sound. But I held still and swallowed, refusing to admit he’d guessed right.
“I asked you a question.”
“No,” I bit out.
“Liar,” he chuckled. “Now, take your hands from between your legs before I tie them up.”
I went rigid with frustration as I obeyed. My anger won its battle with my desire and set my skin alight with a different fire. Teeth gritted, I folded my arms. Another time, when I was away from him.
“And don’t think you can do it in the shower, either. I’ll smell your arousal, and when I do, I’ll come and help you with it.” I could hear the smirk arching through his tone. “I know a sick little part of you wants that, but I also know you’re too stubborn to give in to it.”
He scoffed, and I screwed my eyes tight, hating—loathinghim for being right.
“Now, sleep.”
23
The next day, Sepher carried me to Celestine’s rooms, grumbling about having to go to a meeting with his father’s representative. “I’d rather keep you close, but at least with Celestine, you can sleep whenever you need it.” Still, he scowled and squeezed me when she called for us to enter.
He’d dressed me in another gorgeous gown, with sturdier shoes and a fur-lined cloak this time. Even though we were indoors, he wasn’t taking any chances, it seemed.
I’d told him I could walk just fine, but apparently he wasn’t taking any chances with that, either.
“Is she all right?” Celestine bustled over at once, her slender hand smoothing hair from my face. “How’re you feeling, Zita?”
At her touch, Sepher’s arms tightened around me.
“I’m fine.” I smiled at Celestine and tried to pull from the prince’s hold.
