Page 17 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

I shook my head. “No way. Are you insane? He won’t even let me put it in his ass.”

Johannes flopped down next to me on the bed, stunned at this revelation. “For fuck’s sake, Nik.”

“It’s not his fault,” I said. “He’ll come around eventually. He needs time, and—”

“Should we give the omega to him if he’s like that?”

“Oh, what?” I sat up to look down at him, shocked. “You’re not serious.”

“It was only a question,” he said.

“He’s the alpha heir to the throne,” I said. “He’s going to have an omega, and we like this one, so why would we get in the way of that?”

He flung an arm over his face. “Because if we did that, she’d be gone. It’s not as if we could…”

I pulled his arm away. “You want the omega to yourself.”

“Not…” He made a face. “You and I could—”

“You have lost your damned mind,” I pronounced. “That’s not even done.”

“I know,” he said softly.

“There are, what? Less than ten omegas on the entire planet—”

“It can’t be that low of a number,” he said.

“And you think you can just have one, all to yourself—”

“Shut up,” he said and rolled over with his back to me. “It’s not about that. Only… I like the omega, and I’m reevaluating all of my opinions of Dmitri for whatever reason.”

“You like Dmitri. You two are close.”

Nothing from Johannes.

Well, fuck. Fuck me. I lay down and gazed up at the ceiling, my stomach churning. I liked Dmitri.

No, more than like. I loved Dmitri.

I didn’t think I should say that to Johannes, not in this moment, not when he was so oddly jealous and strange all of the sudden. It wasn’t like the way I loved Johannes, of course. What Johannes and I had was something different, something just about the two of us, something real and sweet.

But Dmitri, he rescued me.

He was my white knight with his golden curls and his wide grin. Maybe he had some weird stuff to work through concerning the way he interacted with his attraction to men or whatever, but I had a lot of weird stuff to work through myself.

I would not and could not give Dmitri up.

I wouldn’t leave Dmitri to be with Johannes and the omega.

If Johannes tried something like that, I would stop him.

“I’ll talk to him,” I said finally, into the silence. “Tell me what you want me to say to him, and I’ll talk to him.”

“Fuck that, I can talk to him,” muttered Johannes. He rolled back over and he was angry again. His hand delved under the covers and he found my cock, which was still hard, against all odds, like some zombie erection that refuses to lie down and die. He started to stroke me. “Enough of that, okay? Enough.”

“You don’t have to—”

He put my hand on his crotch, and his cock hardened against me. “Let’s stop talking, Nik.”

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