Marked (The Coldest Fae Book 3) Katerina Martinez (best novels of all time TXT) 📖

cheek to my neck, to my collar, then glided up the curve of one of my breasts. My breath hitched again, my back arched, and the ache at the center of me only bloomed into something so powerful, I wasn’t sure I would be able to hold on for much longer.

“Tell me,” I whispered.

He kissed me, then gently took my lower lip in his teeth and pierced it lightly with one of his sharpened canines. The prick of pain only heightened my need, my desire—brought me closer. He licked my lip, tasting my blood.

“I have fallen for you, Dahlia,” he whispered. “I have fallen the way I never expected to fall for a woman before. You have woken up something inside of me I thought didn’t exist.”

I moaned against his lips; a primal, animal sound. “More,” I breathed.

He kissed my chin, then my neck, then my collar. “I want you,” he whispered, his warm breath exciting my nipples an instant before he took one into his mouth.

I dipped my hands into his hair released the hold I had around his waist. Slowly, the Prince slid down the length of my body, trailing kisses along my stomach, my abdomen, my hip. When his warm tongue made contact with my wet, aching center, it took everything I had not to scream.

Instead, I grabbed hold of the bedsheets with my hands and wrapped my legs around him—only this time it was his shoulders I was straddling. The Prince slid his hands under my thighs, holding me to him while his tongue worked. It was an experience like none I had ever felt. Tears were coming, my lip was bleeding, but I had to keep biting it to stifle the groans that were trying to claw their way out and into being.

When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I grabbed hold of his horns and bucked my hips against his tongue, riding my climax as it surged through me like a wave. Trembling, shuddering, pulsing, I had to throw a hand up against my mouth to catch the shriek that had just about escaped.

My vision was starting to blur, my ears popped, and my heart was pounding so fast I thought I was about to pass out. I wasn’t aware that I had released my vice-like grip around his head, or that he had undone his trousers, until he was guiding himself into me.

This time I did moan, and it was loud, and raw, and absolutely uncontrollable. The Prince’s careful movements only served to stretch out the immense pleasure wave I was still riding. I hadn’t come down from the high, and what he was doing to me only made it all better, more vivid, more explosive.

I dug my fingernails into his backside while he gave me what I’d asked for a moment ago. Thrust after powerful thrust, the Prince pressed his lips against mine and we kissed through the experience, breaking only to exchange the kinds of words people say in the heat of the moment, when the endorphins are dancing.

“What am I?” I breathed.

“My mate,” he growled.

I bit his lower lip this time. “Prove it.”

The Prince pulled me closer to him, allowing him to go deeper, and faster, and harder. I felt his breath sharpen and his muscles tense the instant before release. Grabbing hold of his backside, I yanked him to me toward the apex of his climax. He pressed his face into the bed, beside my head, roaring as he erupted.

There was a tingle in the pit of my stomach that bloomed into a surge of heat as he made good on his promise and made me his. I held onto him while the moment came and went, breathing harshly with him. We were both sweating. Had there been windows in here, they’d have been steamed up by now.

“Don’t let me go,” he said against my ear.

“I won’t. I promise.” I kissed his cheek.

We stayed there a moment longer, the two of us locked together, breathing together, sweating together. I didn’t care if anyone had heard, because they obviously had, and caring would only have made that worse. Hell, Mira and Mel had probably heard from their tents. I hadn’t been quiet.

The Prince raised his head and looked down at me. I wiped some of the sweat off his brow and smiled.

“Now what to do we do?” he asked.

“Now, we stay,” I said, “We stay, I train, and I figure out how to beat this thing inside of you without killing you.”

“What about the Veridian?”

I shook my head. “One problem at a time. But we can’t go, Cillian. If I leave, they’ll die.”

“And if I don’t leave…”

“You have me, now. And if I have to ride you every minute of every day to keep him from bubbling up, then that’s what I’ll do.”

“That sounds… immensely tiring,” he said, an eyebrow cocked.

“Is that a complaint?”

“Not at all. You know I love a good challenge.”

“I do. I also know it’s your biggest weakness, and you can rest assured I’ll use it for good and for evil.”

“Evil? How?”

“Whenever I want you to do that thing you just did with your mouth again…”

“Oh, that is evil.”

“Isn’t it just?” I patted him on the backside. “Now, how about you get off me and we go find something to eat? I’m starving.”

“Will they let me join you this time?”

I shrugged. “I’m the white wolf. They’re going to have to.”

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER NINETEEN

 

 

“Again,” Toross barked.

“We’ve tried this a hundred times,” I said, “I’m not going to get it.”

“You will do it, or the only way you’re getting out of here is by going through me.”

We were standing on a snowy cliff overlooking the village. The sun beamed high in the clear sky, the air was crisp and cool, but I was sweating and breathing hard. It had been almost a week since Toross started training me. I was getting pretty good at shapeshifting, and I could stand up for myself in a fight using my wolf form—which they