Page 40 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

Nikolai sighed. “We’re going to try something, and you’re never going to tell him about it.”

“So, we’re entering into a conspiracy together, you and me?” I said.

“Mmm,” he said and climbed under the table.

“What are you doing?” I said.

Nikolai crawled over, under the table, and knelt in front of me, putting his head under my skirt. “These are handy pieces of clothing, actually. I see why men made women wear them.”

“Nikolai,” I said in a tiny, embarrassed voice. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. I’m not here. You act as if nothing is going on, just… relax. Maybe you’re wound tight. We’ll get you a little, you know, loose, and then go talk to him.” Nikolai’s fingers pulled my panties aside, which were the thick, slick-absorbing kind. I’d been perfuming, so I was wet there, wet and eager and ready.

I gasped. “I don’t think Dmitri would like this.”

“I told you we’re never going to tell him,” said Nikolai, his breath hot on my thigh. “It’s, um, it’s been a while since I’ve done this with a woman. Give me a minute to get reacquainted, all right?” His fingers were touching me. “There, outer labia, inner labia.” He was parting me. “Vagina. Mons. Clitoral hood.”

I sucked in a breath as he touched me there.

“Clitoris.” His voice was silky. He kissed me there.

I moaned softly.

He licked me.

I made a noise like a sob. Oh, it would probably take me no time at all to come if he did that, because—whatever it was Dmitri had done to me—I was wound up very tightly.

“Good girl,” said Nikolai. “Let me take care of you, then. Think of him, not me, and it’s utterly virtuous, hmm?”

I shut my eyes.

Nikolai began a steady rhythm, licking up and down over the most sensitive part of my body, and I thought about being told to submit to Dmitri. I thought about the way he’d roughly grabbed my ass, the way he’d manhandled me into his hard, throbbing cock, and the way he’d kissed me roughly, the way he’d shoved me away like I was too much to take.

I came like nothing, letting out little tiny sobs of breaths as I clenched on Nikolai’s tongue.

“Huh,” he said in wonder. “I remember that being much more difficult, really. Do you come easily, omega?”

“I… I don’t know,” I gasped.

He moved my underwear back and gave me a little pat. “There.”

Tremors went through me and I let out a whimper. “Nikolai.”

“Mmm.” He kissed me through my panties. “You taste divine. You have no idea what it’s taking to keep me from lapping you up like dessert.”

I shuddered.

He kissed both of my inner thighs, and then my knees as he pulled my skirt down. Then, he reappeared in the seat opposite mine, licking his lips, licking his fingers, looking at me with a steady kind of adoration.

I whimpered again.

“Now, let’s go find Dmitri,” he said. “Look at me.”

I was looking at him.

He did that trick again, the one that ebbed out my arousal.

I let out a breath. “Thank you. Why aren’t you always around to do that for me?”

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