Page 59 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

“You liked my heat,” she said, yawning, affectionate, teasing.

“So did you,” I said.

“Just needed your bite,” she said, relaxing into me. “That was just what I needed.”

“Now it’s done,” I murmured.

She yawned again.

I was still knotted inside her, and I didn’t think it’d be going down for a bit. I arranged us, her still jammed full of me, lying on my chest, and propped my head up on pillows so that I could tend my mark while she slept.

She yawned once more.

“Sleep, sweet girl,” I told her. “You did so well.”

“Love you,” she breathed sleepily.

“Mmm, yeah,” I said with a smile. “I love you, Aurelie.”

She let out a happy sigh and slipped off to sleep.

She snored. It was cute as hell.

I was gone for her.

I tended.

12

johannes

I DIDN’T KNOW how it had gone so fast.

Nikolai and I went out drinking, and when we came back, it was late. The next morning, we found out that Aurelie had gone into heat and Dmitri had taken her to a nest. I got excited. Heat could last a long time, after all, days sometimes. I thought that we might get called in to help out after Dmitri got exhausted.

But instead, they were in the breakfast parlor in the wing I shared with Dmitri by 11:00 the next morning, her in his lap, his mark (on her fucking boob) right there, and he would not stop licking it.

She giggled at everything he said, like he was hilarious, and they basically didn’t even look at anyone else. They ate food off of each other’s fingers. If he wasn’t licking his mark, he was licking her fingers clean or kissing her. She was gazing at him like he hung the moon, like he was the singular greatest thing in the entire known universe. Every time he put his mouth on his mark (on her fucking boob) she’d go cross-eyed and let out these little pleasure noises. It was basically like watching two people fuck during brunch.

But.

Uh.

I did watch.

So, make of that what you will.

Nikolai watched too.

He sat there, wide-eyed, breaking up pieces of bacon and stuffing them in his mouth, licking his fingers every time one of them licked each other’s fingers, and his scent got all intense.

I had a knot the entire time. A huge, angry, throbbing knot.

So, naturally, after all of that, Nikolai and I went back to my room and fucked each other. We sixty-nined to take the edge off and then we spent the rest of the afternoon with our hands or mouths on each other’s bodies, trying to get the fucking knots to go down.

Which.

They didn’t.

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