Page 15 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

“Mmm, you don’t,” I said.

He unbuttoned my pants, and then got up to pull them off my legs. He stripped off my other sock as well. Then he tugged off my boxers. He looked down at me, and I was bare and utterly uncovered for him.

I felt shy.

“Well, get an idea, Nik. You want to put it in my ass?”

Tempting. I considered. Anal was a bit of a production, but it might be worth it tonight.

“You want to knot my ass?” he said.

I went up on my elbows. “Not in a hotel room. We need to get some sleep. We’ll be tied together for ages.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You know what Dmitri said to me?”

“You talked to Dmitri?”

“I called him, because the omega, her scent, it was intense, and I thought we needed some kind of permission to…” He sighed heavily.

“Did he say you could kiss her?”

“No, he told me if I touched her, he’d break my fingers,” said Johannes, with a shrug, as if this was nothing. “But he said I could knot you.”

I went still.

“You let him do that, huh?”

“You know that,” I muttered.

“Like, a lot?”

“Dmitri is… Dmitri,” I said. I crawled away from him, up to the top of the bed and pulled the covers aside. I got under them, pulling them over my body like a shield. “You do things for him. You do them and you like them. He’s… he’s…”

“Yeah.” He stood at the end of the bed, arms folded over his chest, and his scent had changed, to that way it had smelled during dinner, when he’d really worked the omega up. I’d never scented that scent on him before.

I eyed him, a little concerned. I was understanding what that scent was. I scooted up on the bed, leaning into the headboard. “You’re jealous,” I said flatly.

He loosened up immediately, letting his hands fall to his sides. His cock drooped too.

Shit. I furrowed my brow. “I had training to deal with jealous alphas,” I said softly, my voice a caress. “I know all the things to say. ‘Oh, but there’s no one like you, alpha. Oh, but the way you fuck me—’”

“Stop it.” His nostrils flared.

Now, it was quiet.

He came around to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to me.

I sighed. “Except it’s true, you know. With us, it’s different.”

He lay next to me, staring up at the ceiling.

“I mean, you know that,” I said. “You’ve always known that with him, I’m not like this.”

Nothing from him.

“I mean, with him, it’s about him,” I said, getting a panicky feeling now, as if I was digging myself into a hole, and by all rights, I should have lost my erection, but it soldiered on, still very stiff, taunting me. I couldn’t think properly if I was this aroused. All the blood was rushing away from my head. “With you, it’s about—”

“You?” he said sharply. “He uses you, and you use me?”

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