Page 153 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

I shivered every time I thought about that.

It was what I wanted, to be shared.

It was what I existed for, I thought. To be in the center of my alphas and to be both possessed and given at the same time. To be their omega—each of their omegas—and for each of them to give their omega to each other.

When they both knotted me at the same time, and I was full—two knots at once—I never felt anything like that soaring feeling of perfection and goodness. It was what I’d wanted all along. Even my wedding night with Dmitri, as hot and wonderful as it had been, hadn’t allowed me to experience something so nice as being with two men at once like that.

So, I didn’t want to leave, because I knew when we went back to the castle, everything would be difficult again.

At the same time, I missed Dmitri like the lost part of myself. My bond ached sometimes, at odd moments, in the middle of the day, and I had taken to rubbing it, hard, trying to ease whatever the stinging feeling was there. I had been working up the courage to ask Corentin if he’d lick it, but I didn’t want to, because—for one thing—he wanted to bite me, and I’d shied away from it.

The urge to ask for bites had welled up in me while the three of us were connected, in the afterglow after sex (which had been fantastic. There was nothing like being full of two alphas knots after they’d both sated themselves deep inside my body.) and I’d known that if I’d given it voice, they’d both have done it, but…

I hadn’t asked.

Corentin had brought it up only three times, and I’d said not yet three times.

I couldn’t even explain why it wasn’t the right time, but it wasn’t.

It was something about Dmitri, and I knew that. However, I was frightened that my connection with Dmitri was going to bring me an equal amount of misery as it was love. I was frightened about everything.

Maybe that was why those awful stories and memes about me hit so hard.

I had to admit that it didn’t look good. To the outside world, I’d gotten married to a prince in a fairytale wedding and then immediately run off and had sex with another man. I looked like a horrible person. It made sense that they would spew vitriol all over social media about me.

Except I was an omega. I needed more than one alpha.

Nikolai told me he was sending a car for us, and I relayed this to Corentin, who was still intermittently on the phone with people from his company. He acquiesced to the idea easily enough, though, and I knew it was because he missed Dmitri, too.

The night that he’d narrated his threesome with Dmitri to me, he’d knotted me when I begged him to, but we’d spend the entire sexual experience whispering things about Dmitri back and forth, things about the power of his scent and the size of his thick cock and the way it felt to call him alpha. We’d come together, but we’d both been thinking about Dmitri when we came. In some ways, even though that had just been me and Corentin having sex, it had been a threesome, too.

However, when we got back to the castle, I was ushered off to my own room, separated from Corentin, who was taken off somewhere else, and when I asked to see Dmitri or anyone else, I was told it was best if I stayed put.

So, I saw the press conference he gave when it was livestreamed, but I didn’t see him in person.

He was flanked by Johannes, the two of them coiffed and in navy suits with impeccable ties, both of them tall and strong and handsome as they addressed the array of microphones.

“I’m a very busy man,” said Dmitri into the microphones, “and omegas have needs. As an alpha, I fulfill my omega’s needs, even if I can’t do it personally. There’s no betrayal here. It’s as if the entire country has forgotten the way packs work.”

Reporters asked if the man was part of the royal pack.

“Yes, he is my long-time lover, Nikolai Wolff,” said Dmitri. “He’s been part of the courtship of the princess. He’s always been slated to be one of her alphas. It’s a sanctioned pairing. She’s done nothing wrong.”

People asked if Johannes was part of the pack.

“I am,” said Johannes.

People asked if he was fucking me.

“That’s not really anyone’s business,” said Johannes, giving the camera a sly little grin. “But yes.”

People asked if Dmitri was really fine letting his wife sleep with other men.

Dmitri said, “I’ve bitten my omega, and we have a life bond. Her happiness and safety are now my highest priority. I will do anything for her, whatever she needs. And I have to say that I take a dim view of anyone who attacks her. If you harm my omega, then you and I are enemies. I’m not pleased with the way these stories are unfolding in the press. It’s hard not to view them as attacks. I cannot tolerate this. The press needs to police itself. Do better. That’s all I have to say on this topic.”

It was everything I could have wanted from him.

He had defended me, offered to protect me, said all the right things.

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