Page 136 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

“You beg so nicely, don’t you?” said Dmitri, his voice even huskier.

“Please, please, alpha?” Shit, he was going to make me come, and I’d never even had a prostate orgasm before, but this was intensely good. I was right there.

“You close, Corentin?” His voice was a deep caress.

“Yes, please, alpha, finish me,” I gasped.

“Hold off, sweet boy,” said Dmitri, though his own voice sounded a little strained. “Hold off for me. I’ll tell you when, okay?”

Uh… no, I did not think I could stop it. It was barreling down on me like a freight train.

The sharp crack of his hand smacking my ass. “Corentin, answer me.”

“Yes, alpha, I’ll hold off,” I said in a tremulous voice, but I was lying, there was no way I could manage.

Except… was there power in saying these things aloud to him or something? Because I didn’t come. My orgasm built, instead, built quickly and intensely, like a skyscraper going up in a time-lapse video, ground to twenty stories in three seconds. It felt fucking wonderful, and it kept growing in intensity, and I was letting out these tiny little yips, which I couldn’t control. I’d never felt this good in my life. I’d never felt like this—suspended in ever-growing pleasure—trapped here in the sweetness of the most erotic experience of my life.

“Thank you, alpha,” I managed. “I love you, I love you.” I mean, I did not. Love him? I hated him. I hated fucking everything about him. But I don’t know, it felt different in that moment.

“Love you, too, sweet Corentin,” he breathed. “Because you’re mine, and I take you on, and I love my pack, and I will take care of you. I’ll take care of your cock, your knot, your sweet tight ass, and your access to our omega. You belong here.”

Something burst, but not it my cock, in my chest, at that word. I didn’t know if I’d ever belonged anywhere, really. Maybe with Aurelie. Maybe there, but this felt different, better, real in some other way. I cried out.

“Wanted to wait, but I’m too far gone,” said Dmitri, voice ragged. “Going to come in you, Corentin. Would you like to be pumped full of my come?”

“Yes, please, alpha,” I said.

“You take it then, but you don’t come yet,” said Dmitri. “Understand?”

“Yes, alpha,” I wheezed. Fuck, I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I was hovering right on the edge of tipping over, teetering right there, and I kept thinking I’d be nudged to climax, but instead, each nudge made my pleasure intensify.

“That’s good. You’re such a submissive thing, aren’t you?” he said softly. “Like you were made to take me, to surrender to me? You’re just perfect, and your ass is so fucking sweet, Corentin, shit.” I felt him coming in me, felt his cock rippling as he jerked inside my body.

It felt amazing, and I moaned and climbed and nearly came, but didn’t, couldn’t— “Please, alpha?” I gasped.

“Yes, good boy, you can come,” he said in a tattered voice. “Come, Corentin.”

I started to spurt, but he yanked us both up, off the bed, so that I was standing, and he seized my cock—wrapped his hand around the head of it and squeezed.

The pressure was exquisite.

I let out something like a sob as I crested again, my cock exploding like a fountain all over his fist.

He was kissing the nape of my neck, whispering praise to me, telling me what a good job I’d done and how much he liked my ass and what a good, obedient cock I had. “Comes just when your alpha tells you, doesn’t that pretty cock?” he said, pressing his mouth into my skin between words.

Tears were streaming down my face. I’d never been fucked like this. I’d never come like this. I’d never… I had thought that Aurelie was everything to me, but I needed this man in my life, and I didn’t even know what to do with that, because—fuck—I still hated him. I kind of hated that he had this power over me. It was terrifying.

“Johannes,” Dmitri said.

Johannes was lying where he’d left him, legs spread, ass lewd and glistening from the lube and the penetrating. He looked delectable, naked and gorgeous, spread out and ready for the taking. I wanted him too.

“Roll over,” said Dmitri. “Show us your hard cock.”

“Yes, alpha,” Johannes rumbled, rolling over so that his cock was pointing and pulsing, reddened and huge.

“You’re hard as hell, Johannes, and you liked watching Corentin fall apart,” whispered Dmitri, his voice silky. “You liked watching me fall apart. When I came in his tight ass, you felt sympathetic tremors in yours, too.”

“I…” Johannes swallowed. “Yeah? Fuck, what is it about you, Dmitri?”

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