Page 58 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

I tried. It did not go in. And now I was feeling a little bit of fear. “Maybe we should get you wetter, sweet baby omega,” I breathed in her ear. “I’ll just fuck you like this and play with your clit, and—”

She knotted herself.

I mean, she pressed herself down hard on my knot and it popped right into her, and it felt like—fuck—it felt like a velvet vise. I threw back my head, my mouth open in a silent scream, and I could feel the oblivion from before right out on the edge of my consciousness.

It was going to take over, and I was going to go at her like before, with abandon, out of control. I was going to push her down and get over top of her and fuck her like a wild, savage thing, and that was going to be every single damned time with us and—

But then I… I didn’t.

I rode it, like a wave. It tried to bury me, tried to crash over my head, but I swam out in front of it and let it buoy me up, and then it was the power beneath the way I had her, it gave me the energy I needed to please her, but it did not control me.

Instead, we gazed into each other’s eyes, noses practically touching, as she straddled me and we moved together, and we whispered back and forth to each other about how good the other felt.

I felt so damned close to her. I was inside her body, and she was surrounding me, but it felt like we were moving together in service to something else, some old and deep rhythm, something that tied both of us down to the center of the earth and to the movement of the stars overhead. Something bigger than us, something good.

It was this, this give-and-take with us, her omega side that complimented my alpha side, and everything flowed, like liquid. We came—together, several times—but we just flowed in and out of the orgasms easily, like it was part of it.

At one point, she took my face in both of her small, graceful hands and she panted, “I get it now. It’s not… it’s not like that.”

“No, it’s not,” I said, because somehow I understood what she meant, even though that had been pretty vague.

“It’s not about you owning me or me owning you or anything like that. It’s just about surrender to this.”

“It’s bigger than us,” I said.

“And it’s good,” she moaned.

“So good,” I agreed.

And then we were kissing, and I knew, knew it was time, even though before I’d said that it wasn’t time, and that we weren’t ready. It was all different now. We’d ascended to some higher plane of some kind of strange sexual enlightenment.

I felt high on her, lost to some otherworldly bliss that I’d found in her body.

She pressed her breasts into my chest and rolled her head on her shoulders, and I traced a little pattern on the place I’d chosen, right on the slope of one of her perfect breasts.

“Here, baby,” I murmured.

“Oh,” she said, glancing down at it. “Yeah, there is perfect.”

“You’re ready?” I gasped.

“Please, alpha,” she said, stroking her small fingers over my jaw and the back of my neck. “Make us one. Make us that forever.”

“Yes, yes,” I breathed.

And then I bit her.

She came on me, letting out unbridled noises, shivering and undulating, her body tensing and releasing on me. I tended as her orgasm built and crested and hovered and multiplied and she sobbed and sighed and swore. I dragged my tongue over the little wound I’d made, staying hard and fucking her through it, because I knew she needed that, needed my cock, needed my knot, needed me to get through her pinnacle.

When her orgasm ended, so did her heat.

I could scent that it had changed, and she was limp and wrung out as she collapsed into me.

“Such a good girl,” I breathed, tending. “Came just exactly like an omega should on her alpha’s knot. Very, very good. Broke your heat, baby.”

“Mmm,” she breathed, laying her head on my shoulder in a way so that I still had access to my mark. “Thank you, alpha.”

“No, thank you,” I said, licking a long stripe over the bite. “Thank you for this.”

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