Page 114 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

“Sorry,” he breathed. “If you don’t want me to take charge—”

“Knot me now,” I demanded.

He did it, all in one swift movement, the sensation overwhelming and intense—splintering me into a thousand bright pieces of goodness. I was coming again.

His chest was against mine, his knot snug and deep, and he was kissing me, and we were joined. He felt like light and life and freedom and I clenched on his knot, sighing out his name as he began to work himself inside me.

“I’m going to come in two seconds,” he panted. “I didn’t know you’d feel… fuck, your pussy is perfection, Aurelie. I’ve never felt anything like—” He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head and fixed me with his gaze, and he looked deeply into my eyes as he found his release.

It was intimate and good and sweet and wonderful, and I felt myself unravel somewhere I hadn’t known I was tangled up, felt him ease something in there that had been waiting for him, waiting for him to fit inside me and make me whole.

“Bite me,” I said.

His eyes widened. He let go of my hands.

I reached up and cupped his face. “Please?”

He shook his head. “No, no, no.”

“No?” It hurt. I shied from it, surprised at how his rejection ripped through me.

He groaned. He bent down and rested his forehead against my clavicle, swearing under his breath.

I lay there, his knot still pulsing inside me, as close to him as I could possibly get, but feeling myself retreat, pulling back from him after I’d let him all the way in, closing down. “I guess Dmitri wouldn’t like it,” I said in a tiny voice.

“Fuck Dmitri,” he said into my skin.

“Why not?” I whispered.

“I will,” he said, lifting up to look into my eyes. “But I want Nikolai to be there.”

“Oh,” I said, blinking.

“You’ll like him,” he said, feathering his fingers over my neck, my shoulder, the slope of my breast. “He’s already in love with you, but he’s so closed up, and he doesn’t know… you’ll be good for him. And he’ll… you’ll see… you’ll like him.”

“I do like him,” I said. “Of course I do.” I felt something else swell in me, something that was filling back in the parts of me that had shrunk away in the rejection, and it was strange, because I didn’t exactly know why it was filling me up like this, but it was a wonderful feeling. “You love him.”

“I do,” he whispered. “But Aurelie, my sweet, beautiful omega, you have to understand that this—with you and me—it’s so intense and—”

“I love you loving him,” I said in a wondering voice. “I love it.”

He lifted his face to meet my gaze again, that destroyed expression on his face again. He searched my eyes, as if he couldn’t quite believe I’d say that.

“Oh, Johannes, that’s what it’s supposed to be like,” I whispered. I didn’t even know how to describe it, because it was a feeling, a sensation, and I had no words for it. It was almost like the sensation I’d had with Dmitri, in heat, where I’d surrendered to our designations, but it wasn’t like that, not at all. That had been an intense force, like a roaring wind, that had battered me until I’d been compelled to let it rush in, and this had been an opening, voluntary, a rush of goodness and wondrousness that filled me up and felt like growth and green lushness. “That’s what’s wrong. That’s what Dmitri is blocking for us. Why is he doing that?”

“He doesn’t know,” said Johannes. “He just doesn’t get it. I think he does a little, with you. He wants to please you, but he still just wants to control everything.”

There was a selfishness to love. There was. It wasn’t something that could be ignored or pushed aside. It was like my love for Corentin, the way we wanted each other. But this was something else, a better kind of love that twined through the selfishness. It didn’t erase it, it built on it. I wanted Johannes, but selfishly, I wanted all of him, and all of him included Nikolai. I didn’t just want Nikolai to love me and Johannes to love me, I wanted them to love each other, and that love made all of us stronger. It made us an interconnected group… a pack.

Johannes propped himself up over me. “So, this is what I want you to ask Dmitri.”

“Right,” I breathed, reaching up to trace a little pattern in his chest hair. “Here we are in the afterglow, you knotted inside me. You said we’d talk about it now.”

“I want you to ask him why he didn’t like receiving anal sex, basically,” said Johannes.

This surprised me. “What?”

“Yeah, he said, last night, that he’d tried it and he didn’t like it, and he didn’t say anything else,” said Johannes. “I know with him and Nik, it’s like, he’s always on top, basically. And… I’d ask Nik about it, but with me and Nik, it’s the same way.”

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