Marked (The Coldest Fae Book 3) by Katerina Martinez (novel24 .txt) 📗

more, allowing my body plenty of time to adjust to the sensation. It was almost like an outer body experience. Each and every one of my limbs were trembling, my heart was pounding, my head was pounding, but I was ready for him, now.

My mind cleared, my instincts took over, and my hips moved like they had life of their own. Carefully at first, I bucked against him, feeling the full length of him slide in and out of me and moaning with delight at the apex of every pleasurable pulse.

The Prince’s hands moved down along the curve of my back to settle on my backside, but he didn’t try to control the rhythm of our bodies. He left that entirely up to me, not once breaking contact with my lips and making sure to keep my name on a short leash.

It was working.

I could feel him, Cillian; not his mind, but his soul. I knew it was him as I straddled and rode him into the ground. I had never done this before; been so forceful with a man. He was the first. The only one that mattered. My first. My Prince.

“Mine,” I whispered, as I kissed him.

“Yours,” he said.

I felt his fingertips dig into my backside, felt his whole-body tense underneath me, and I knew what was coming. This was it. I had fantasized about this very moment before, but I had never imagined it would happen like this; on the floor of a tent in a village full of wolf fae. How could I?

I pressed my hips hard against his, bringing him into me as deep as I could. I wanted to cry out as he reached his powerful climax, but I couldn’t. Instead, I held our mouths locked together and moaned into his while he pulsed and throbbed inside of me.

My entire body prickled, my skin coming alive as if wreathed in fire as the sensation ripped through me. It took a moment for him to settle, but only after he was done did I finally break contact with his mouth to look at him. His eyes opened slowly, as if he was waking up from a deep sleep. I smiled at him and brushed the side of his face, letting my fingers come up and touch his antlers.

“Feel better?” I asked.

He stroked my back with one hand and touched my cheek with the other. “I do…” he said.

“Good.”

“Do you?”

“Now that you’re where you belong, yes.”

“Belong…”

I nodded, then I kissed him again. “Belore.”

He scanned my eyes, darting from left to right. “What… what has gotten into you?”

I made my hips grind against him just a little bit. He shuddered. One of my eyebrows perked up, and a smirk spread across my face. “You, it seems.”

He smirked. “Funny.”

“I should get off you and put my clothes back on, though…” I said, “I don’t know how to shape change without losing them.”

“I… am not going to complain about that.”

“I didn’t think you would. I’ve seen some of the other fae keep their clothes. It is possible.”

“Don’t learn that skill too quickly, then.”

Now that the moment had passed, and I had returned to my usual, modest self, I scrambled across the room to grab my clothes and hastily get changed. I wasn’t sure how no one had heard us. They had to have heard something, right? The struggle, his inner fight with his brother—what happened after.

Had no one heard us?

After poking my head out of the tent, it didn’t seem like anyone had. I turned around again and came back into the tent. The Prince took hold of my hand and pulled me close, then he brushed my silver hair up and over my long, pointed ear, tucking some of my hair behind it. His fingers lingered on my ear, playing with it.

I shuddered, now.

“Thank you,” he said.

“For?” I asked.

“You may have saved my life. Again.”

“Let’s not make it a habit, shall we?”

“I cannot make any promises. Radulf is… subdued, for now, but we can’t very well do that every time he threatens to take control.”

I moved in a little closer to him, pressing my chest against his and turning my chin up. “Can’t we?”

“Can we?”

“I think I’ve developed something of a hunger, now. It’s got to be this wolf form. Using it always makes me hungry, though it used to be for food. Now it’s… you I want. And food, to be clear.”

“How fast can you get out of those clothes again?”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Tempting, but I came here for a different reason.”

“And that is?”

“I think we should do what you asked and get out of here. Tonight.”

“Tonight?”

I nodded. “I’ve talked to the others. I think we should leave. Like you said, if we head out quickly we might catch the storm before it moves again.”

He frowned. “Why are you in such a rush to leave now?”

I shook my head, then sighed. “I just… don’t think my place is here. My place is wherever you are, and you need to go to the Veridian.”

“Do you have a plan?”

“It’s… in the works. Getting out of here without them noticing is going to be impossible, but we’re going to try and work out a distraction that we can use to mask our escape.”

The Prince nodded, looked across my shoulder, and then back at me. “Alright. Tell me what I have to do.”

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

 

 

The plan is set—we leave at nightfall. Melina was going to sneak around the camp and release Ollie. Mira, meanwhile, was going to conjure a shower of bright lights as she had the night I unveiled the Constellation cress back at the castle, only this time she was going to do it on a much larger scale.

I would be with the Prince, whether the fae wanted me to stay with him or not. When Mira sent the fireworks into the sky, the Prince and I would make a break for the stone circle at the top of the hill and I would be ready to activate