The Black Prince (Shadow Unit Book 5)

by Tigris Eden

  His words were sweet and soft, but Yewa knew, at any moment, all of that could change. Enri wrapped his fingers around her waist and fingered the chain there. Pausing momentarily, he looked up to where his hands and the gold links met, his gaze going to hers briefly before returning to the chain. He knew what it was. Jorunn wore something similar as a gift from Omari. Enri’s fingers dug painfully into her side before he growled and raised himself to the level of her hips.

  “You don’t belong to anyone but me.”

  “I know this.”

  “The chain, who gave it to you?”

  “My brother.”

  “He’s your sibling, not your fucking keeper.” Enri snatched the chain off her waist, breaking the links before tossing the pieces into the corner. “I’ll have words with him if he thinks he can control your every move. You are mine.”

  Yewa swallowed, but it wasn’t the right thing to do. The growl rolling from his throat became loud, and his eyes flashed an angry black before he stood, backing her up until her legs hit the edge of the bed.

  “Say it,” he growled. “Say you’re mine.”

  Her throat was dry. She knew she belonged to him; the Blood Kiss was evidence of that. She also knew she loved him.

  Then just say it.

  “I’m yours,” she whispered.

  Enri tilted his head to the side, studying her as if she were alien to him. “You don’t sound sure. I’ll fix that.”

  Before she could respond, Enri had her by the waist. Lifting her off the floor, he tossed her playfully onto the bed. Yewa watched as the mattress dipped with his weight and he crawled over her body, holding himself above her as he peered into her eyes.

  She’d already given herself to him. The last piece of her heart, all of her body and soul, they belonged to Enri. Sex stripped a person. Put them on display. Regardless, she was still dealing with her past and the things that had been done to her. A small part of her was still resentful and on high alert. Telling him she loved and belonged to him was her admission, her truth. Enri had no problem admitting he was selfish. But he did have a problem with words. “I was gentle before. I won’t be this time.”

  It was the last thing he said before taking her in a brutal kiss. Tingles shot up her spine as his tongue tangled with hers. Enri groaned into Yewa’s mouth while gripping strands of her hair. He tugged, causing tiny pinpricks of sensation to ripple across her scalp as fire raced along her spine. There wasn’t one part of their bodies that didn’t touch. Enri jerked her head back, exposing her neck and causing her to voice a moment’s protest. She wasn’t fearful of Enri, but at times, she was cautious.

  This was one of those times to be apprehensive.

  Enri rubbed himself against her like a large cat in heat, his clothes rough against her skin as his hips moved in a circular motion between her legs. So many sensations, too many reactions. Yewa wasn’t sure she’d be able to process it all before something new assaulted her.

  “Your skin is salty-sweet,” Enri rumbled against her shoulder. He licked her neck before dragging his fangs across her vein. Her breath faltered, and her body seized with anticipation—and a good amount of hesitation. He’d taken blood from her before, but in his current state, he was more animal than man.

  Yewa’s back arched off the bed. Even if her mind still tried to analyze and come to terms with the things happening, her body knew the correct responses. She clung to his shoulders and dug her nails into the fabric of his shirt as she tried to hold on. Yewa felt Enri’s mouth opening widely as he dragged just his lower lip across her skin, using his tongue to pave the way. Her body was awake, and her mind slowly retreated into a euphoric, drug-like state.

  “Enri,” Yewa whisper-moaned as he trailed open-mouth kisses along her neck and shoulder. His fingers still tangled in her hair, he dropped his chin to her chest before meeting her eyes.

  “What is it, beautiful?”

  She didn’t know her reason for calling out to him, only that she needed something from him. Anything to stop the storm raging inside of her. A kind of nausea took hold of her as her stomach churned and her body ached.

  “I don’t know what it is, but something is happening.”

  “Is it good or bad?”

  “Both?”

  There was a wicked glint in his eyes before he grinned up at her. “No, that’s anticipation. It’s building, working its way through your body. Preparing you for all the things I plan to do. There won’t be a place I don’t mark you, Yewa. Every inch of your skin will be drenched in my scent. When you leave here, the only thing you’ll ever crave is me. Morning, noon, and night, Sundara. Me.”

  That was a given. Her stupid heart wouldn’t let her feel anything like this for anyone else.

  Enri backed away from the bed. He stood at the foot, his chest rising and falling with each inhalation as if he’d been running for hours. Yewa could see the sweat on his brow. He didn’t pull his shirt over his head. No, he ripped it from his body like a caged beast finally set free of its bonds. She thought at any moment he’d beat on his chest like one of the gorillas from her homeland, but he didn’t. He stood there, watching her as she watched him, and she could see the intent in his eyes. Ferociousness mixed in with the virility of a man who intended to take everything that was his.

  His pants were next to go, and when he removed those, Yewa held her breath. She knew he was magnificent. Couldn’t deny it. But now, it was like a fog had cleared, revealing Enri fully. His body was a work of art. Like a perfect marble sculpture. Everywhere Yewa’s eyes wandered was hard. Every valley, every contour of muscle defined. There wasn’t an inch of fat on him. Back when she’d washed him at the crypt, she hadn’t taken an interest to his features. Oh, she knew he was beautiful, but knowing he was hers made him even more appealing. She wanted to explore Enri’s body, each exquisite detail. She’d let him drive their couplings thus far, never one to take full control. Centuries of mistreatment made her doubt her sensuality and her beauty. She’d always felt weak when it came to men. But now—now she felt powerful. Unrestrained.

  Yewa sat up, propping herself on her elbows. Enri arched a brow at her as his hand rested on his waist. His hips were shaped in such a way, there was nothing left to do but follow the curves. She’d already felt the powerful thrusts of his manhood. No, the right word is cock. At least, that’s what Ryn had called it. Enri’s cock was large—impressive in both length and girth. From root to tip, he was heavily veined. His cock, darker than the rest of him, could reach past his navel when he was on his back. That much she remembered. Even his legs were seductive, powerful and sturdy. He was perfectly proportioned in every aspect.

  Normally, there was no part of a man’s body she liked. It was the opposite, really. But Enri’s was a work of art. She couldn’t deny it. He exuded power, strength, and raw, carnal intent. His was a body made to give a woman pleasure. Moisture beaded at the tip of his cock, and Yewa tried to reach for him, but Enri shook his head.

  “No, you’re going to watch. I want your hungry eyes on my dick.”

  He put a knee on the bed and crawled over her body, causing her to lie back. He straddled her thighs, rising above her like the god he was as he gripped his length. Yewa pulled in a deep breath and held it. Frozen in place, she couldn’t look away, she was riveted. Everything on him was…more. She’d not gotten a good look the last time, as she was too in the moment. Not that she wasn’t this time, as well, but this time, she was open to everything.

  The hair on his legs was soft, tickling her bare thighs, and the heat from his body made her palms sweat. As he continued to massage his length, he groaned. He was rough as he pushed himself through the tight grip of his hand, stroking continuously until he panted. She moaned. His harsh breaths turned into grunts, and as he bent forward, he roared as he released his essence all over her chest.

  Yewa froze. Her body’s reaction wasn’t one she’d expected. Her past tried colliding with her present, but it was immediately pushed back when Enri pl
anted one hand on the bed beside her head as he continued to grip himself with the other. He bent forward and rubbed his seed into her skin while he whispered in her ear, “I’ve marked you. Branded you with my essence so that it will forever be a part of your skin.” He rubbed himself all over her stomach and chest as he pulled in large gulps of air. “You smell of me now, Yewa. You’ll never be free of me.” He pulled back, his eyes boring into hers, his expression fierce as he spoke. “I’ll never be free of you, either.”

  Her newfound confidence had her reaching up and grabbing tightly to his shoulders, bringing him down on top of her as she pulled him to her for a kiss. It was her turn to mark him.

  “If I am to belong to you, then you will belong to me. Always.” She groaned against his lips.

  Enri pushed his knee between her legs, and Yewa needed no instruction on what needed to happen. Their upper bodies pressed and rubbed tightly together, causing a delicious friction as she adjusted herself to where his knee touched the part of her guaranteed to have her screaming out his name. It started out slow, sensually, but when Yewa threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled, Enri hissed. It was the same sound a fire made when doused by water. As she continued tugging on the thick, soft strands, the hiss transformed into rumbling purr that she felt against her chest as Enri helped her get to that place where she soared.

  “You’re almost there, Sundara, I can feel it.”

  Enri rose above her and pushed her to the top of the bed. Crawling down her body, he left a trail of open—mouth kisses against her skin. She felt cherished, complete. His fingers went to her opening first, where he parted her folds. There was a moment where their eyes connected, and she knew. After this, this moment right here, there was no going back. Every other time they’d been together, it was two people agreeing to meet in the middle to give one another pleasure. They may be bonded by the Blood Kiss, but they’d never defined exactly what that meant. This time, it was a battle. A war. They’d meet in the middle, but there could only be one outcome. One victory.

  They’d need to accept each other as they were. There would be no going back after this. Being mated was one thing, but exposing your inner soul, unleashing the full potency of what you were on the inside was not only dangerous, but if done right, it would also be unbreakable. She’d already bonded herself to Enri. Now, she would make sure he bonded himself to her.

  “Say it again,” he hissed between her legs. “Say you’re mine.” His fingers plunged deep, pulling her back to a state of euphoria. “I need to hear you say it, Yewa.”

  Her legs were starting to shake. Gods, he was doing amazing things with his fingers.

  “I’m…I’m, y-yours,” she said on a long moan, and then his mouth latched on to her clit as her orgasm rushed through her body like a tidal wave. Her thighs began to quake as the walls of her pussy contracted. Her blood heated, and as she began to calm from the first wave, another orgasm hit, widespread and overwhelming her completely until it felt as if all her emotions past, present, and future were colliding with one another, banging against her until she could no longer control herself.

  Enri crawled up her body, licking her heated skin until he reached her mouth. His eyes were wide and unblinking as he lowered his head and smashed their lips together in a punishing kiss.

  “This is us. This is what we taste like, you and me,” he groaned into her mouth as he thrust his tongue between her lips and fed her their unique flavor.

  Their combined taste was smooth and bold with an undercurrent of sweet and salty. She couldn’t deny their flavor was intoxicating. Enri stole her breath as he continued to kiss her. Would they talk now that they’d both marked each other? Enri pulled back, his lips wet from their kisses, and his eyes glazed over with appreciation as his chest rumbled with satisfaction.

  “Are we going to talk now?” she questioned hesitantly.

  To that, he smiled widely, showing his fangs. “No, beautiful. Now, we fuck.”

  Chapter 24

  Enri’s words surprised her, he could tell. The problem was, he didn’t care. Oh, he cared about whether she’d get pleasure from what he was about to do to her, but he wasn’t going to hold his words. She was going to hear as well as feel it all. It would be a long time before he’d get a chance like this again. He’d bruise her delicate flesh with his teeth, tug her hair until she cried out with pleasure, and dig so deep inside her psyche that all she’d remember is the time they spent together. She’d have but one thought when she was able to become flesh. She’d think of him. Seek him, and no other out. Their time together would never be enough, but he’d cement himself. Yewa would only want him.

  Enri threaded his fingers through her hair baring her throat. He sucked the delicate skin at the base until it was bruised red. Yewa hissed, but made no move to stop him. She’d be sore in all the right places when he was through partaking of her flesh and devouring her soul. Tilting her head to face him, Enri saw every emotion behind her eyes. She loved him now, but would she love him later? After the remnants of their mating wore off, would she still trust him the way he was learning to trust her? His shaft ached to be planted inside her pussy. The flesh of her lips was puffy, weeping with the juices from her last orgasm.

  She was his.

  He was hers.

  Their pairing was more than unconventional, but who gave a fuck.

  Enri took his stiffening cock in hand and guided it through her slit. Back and forth he rubbed, until she began clawing at his back. Enri pushed his head in past her lips and hissed at the heated warmth of her welcoming core.

  “Place your hands above your head, precious.”

  She did as he asked. And when her back arched, her breasts lifted into perfect position. Enri reached for the chains on the headboard, clasping her wrists tight. Her eyes widened as she tilted her head to see the restraints. “Where did these come from?”

  “They were always there. I just didn’t allow you to see them until now. Don’t worry, everything I do to you, you’ll want. Do you trust me?”

  Her eyes searched his for a moment before she nodded.

  “Give me the words, Yewa. I need to hear you say it.”

  She swallowed. “Yes, Enri. I trust you.”

  “Good, now open your legs wide.” He watched as her legs drifted apart, the gold on her ankle glinting off the light from the candles casting shadows against the walls. He looked down at where they were almost connected as her scent grew stronger with every breath she took. She wanted this. It wasn’t fear she was putting out, but large doses of pheromones. It would affect any male that was with in a hundred yards of her. And her scent, that damn flowery smell of Mirabilis mixed in with apples and cinnamon. It was seeping out of her pores.

  Enri leaned over Yewa’s body, his cock rested at her opening before he slowly pushed in. He wasn’t going to start fast. The sweetest pleasure any male could give his cock was that first full penetration, slow and steady. Deep and unhurried.

  Enri sank into her softness inch by inch until fully seated.

  They both groaned in unison as he rested his forehead against hers.

  Yewa’s body relaxed further beneath him as Enri slid out and then back in again. He wanted her to get used to the feel of him. The times before wouldn’t be like now.

  The cuffs around her wrist felt buttery soft. There was enough slack Yewa didn’t feel restrained. The heat from Enri’s body settled over her like a warm blanket. His harsh breathing mingling with hers was the only sound heard in the room. Enri’s movements were slow. Deliberate. She noted the set of his face. His hooded eyes, the muscles in his jaw and the prominent vein in his neck, as it pulsed rabidly beneath his skin. Yewa saw heartrending tenderness in his gaze. Enri tried to hide behind the walls he constructed, but his mask had dropped. He drew in a slow, steady breath before saying, “there’s only us.”

  A sense of urgency seemed to overtake him. His movements became erratic. Each thrust pushed the air from her lungs until those breaths turned into
cries of pleasure. Her fingers ached to touch him, to bring him in close to ensure he felt as connected as she did. Enri glided his hand over her breasts, down her sides, and hips, where he held her in place. Every stroke of his cock touched a place deep inside that felt like a ticking time bomb. A countdown to something extraordinary.

  “I’m so close,” Yewa whispered.

  “Good.”

  The words she mouthed against the shell of his ear, pulled him up short.

  Enri pulled out, left the bed, and walked over to the side of the mattress, where he sat on the edge. His back to Yewa. He let go of a few breaths before he spoke. “I’m hanging on by a thread. Strung tight, Yewa. All it will take is one wrong move and all of this will be over.”

  “Untie my hands.”

  Enri didn’t respond for long moments and she thought perhaps he wouldn’t release her. But he did. Removing both cuffs, he gently held her hands, lifting her wrists to place tender kisses where she was bound. Enri returned to his sitting position, his back to hers, his elbows propped on his thighs. She could tell he was deep in thought.

  Sitting up, Yewa got up on her knees and wrapped her arms around Enri’s shoulders, pressing her chest to his back.

  “All of what will be over? This? Us? I’m not understanding.”

  Enri tugged on her arms, pulling her closer to him.

  “I’ve done some pretty fucked up shit.”

  “I know.” She said calmly.

  “I killed two of your brother’s friends.”

  “Yes, I was there.”

  “Yet, you still love me.”

  “I do.”

  “Why?” His voice was strained when the question was asked. Yewa understood Enri was trying to get her to see why loving him was a bad idea. But she disagreed completely. It was the best thing for them both.