Page 83 of Slaying the Shifter Prince
“Already so wet,” he murmured against my lips. “I think you enjoyed that performance too much, little bird. So twisted. I love it.” He laughed and fisted his other hand in my hair, using that to arch my body back.
“Do you think I’m ashamed? Did you expect me to back down?” I laughed right back as he kissed and bit his way down my throat and over my shoulder.
He tugged on the collar as though to remind me of it, but otherwise gave no reply and instead occupied his mouth with my tits.
Between that and his stroking fingers, my heart raced and my breaths panted, faster and harder with each moment.
“Poor prince,” I huffed, only able to look up at the chaotic jumble of catwalks above, thanks to his unyielding grip. “Can’t even beat a pathetic little human into submission.”
Mouth still wrapped around my nipple, he hummed something that was part groan, part amusement. The vibration sizzled through my veins, spearing pleasure at my centre.
He yanked my hair so I was looking at him. “There is nothing pathetic about you, you treacherous witch.” His nose wrinkled in a snarl as he slammed a finger into me.
My cry was lost in the theatre’s open space as he thrust once, twice, added another finger, and rubbed his thumb over my clit and, so quickly, made me come apart.
I raced into the nothingness of it, blasting into smithereens of glimmering awareness.
Even as I floated back down, I hated that it was so easy for him. I hated that my hate for him boiled over into desire. I hated him and loved it.
“Did you come so easily for your human friend, Zita?” He sneered, a perverse joy slithering through his eyes, like molten gold pouring through their depths. “Or is it only me who can break you apart so quickly?”
“Asking about my former lovers? Careful, prince, you’re beginning to sound obsessed.”
He flinched, eyes widening for a moment, unguarded. Then he bared his teeth and growled, “Fuck you.”
I grinned back, high on the victory of making him use such a weak come back. He knew what I’d said was true. And being fae, he couldn’t deny it.
“Fuck me?” I arched an eyebrow. “You keep saying that and yet…”
If my wrists hadn’t been bound, I’d have torn his clothes off by now. In their place, I clawed at the silk, wishing it was his throat, his hair, his shirt.
Tied up, I was helpless to pull myself onto him, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t manipulate him to do what my burning flesh demanded.
With an innocent smile, I batted my lashes. “It’s a shame you’re too much of a coward to follow through, isn’t it?”
His grip on my hair flexed, jerking my head back. “Coward, am I? That’s the second time you’ve called me that.” His voice rumbled into me, low and dark and vicious. “I’m going to make you regret them both.”
He tore his fingers from me, and I couldn’t help the sound I made at their absence.
“Get on with it, then.”
“Impatient witch.” He whipped his belt out of his trousers and pulled it taut, eyeing me thoughtfully.
My breath hitched, fear snaking along the gaps between my desire. He wouldn’t.
He sniffed the air, then chuckled darkly, before tossing the belt to one side. “That was worth it just to see the look on your face. But the scent…” He shook his head as he unbuttoned his trousers.
“You prick.”
He scoffed as his dick sprung free, already hard, its tip glistening with moisture. “That’s what you asked for.” Grabbing my hips, he pulled me closer. My position in the silks gave me no power to resist.
And I didn’t want to.
I wanted him to succumb. Even though he had full power over his body and everything in this whole situation, I wanted him to have control andstillfind himself unable to resist.
He ran his length along me and I made a soft sound at the same instant he let out a shuddering breath. “Tell me no, Zita.” His voice came out ragged and raw as he held my gaze and placed his blunt tip at my entrance. “Tell me to stop this.”
I pulled myself more upright in the silks—about the only movement I could manage with my knees and wrists bound. “Never.”
