Page 61 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

“So pretty on your hands and knees. I can see down your shirt, and see my mark there on the slope of that pretty breast of yours. You look gorgeous, baby girl.”

I’d get to him and he’d touch my face, looking down at me reverently, and tell me I was the most beautiful girl in the world and telling me how much he loved and adored me. And then he’d order me to do filthy fucking things like lick his balls and gag myself on my cock (“You can take it deeper than that, sweetheart, I know you can. Fuck, you look good with your mouth full. Fuck, I am so in love with you.”) More often than not, he’d have me painted with his come. He liked to come on my breasts and my face and feed it to me, and I liked it, too.

We did all sorts of things.

He inducted me into erotic spanking, which I’d never done before, but which I found I very much liked. He’d spank my ass and caress the sensitive cheeks of me and touch the bud of me and tell me he was going to wait to fuck me there until the night of our wedding. Now that he knew that I was an anal virgin, he was obsessed with the idea of taking my virginity there after we got married. In a way, we had both kind of latched onto stuff like that as our “thing.”

It was the way we were with each other. There was this filthy sacredness to our joining. He desecrated me, but he did it out of love and affection, and it made us both very, very hot, so it wasn’t, actually, erm, bad.

I liked submitting to him and he liked possessing me, and it worked as long as we just gave in to our deeper natures. Why fight it when it felt so damned good?

I spent more than half of my hours stuffed full of his knot, truth be told. We were connected most of the night. I tended to fall asleep with him still inside me and wake up to him fucking me, sighing into my ear that he loved being inside my pussy and he wished he never had to leave.

I was flooded full of all kinds of good chemicals. Sex chemicals, orgasm chemicals, and love chemicals. I’d had this silly idea that I’d loved Corentin, but I hadn’t known what love was. This was love. I was head over heels for this man. He was everything to me, and I adored him.

If it wasn’t that it all seemed too good to be true, I would have been on cloud nine.

But I kept worrying something would happen. I kept being sure of it.

But the days passed, and then the weeks passed, and we were together all the time, and he wouldn’t even let me be alone to try on my wedding dress, even though the servants scolded him, saying it was bad luck.

“We’re already bonded,” he said, running his thumb over his mark. “It’s a done deal. I can’t be away from her for that long.”

We really did not spend time apart. We were together constantly, and if we weren’t fucking, we were thinking about how we couldn’t wait to get back to his room so that we could be fucking again.

Occasionally, I would see Nikolai or Johannes, either at breakfast—because Dmitri and I would go have breakfast in the parlor for his wing—or in the halls or at various functions—not that Dmitri and I were doing a lot of functions, actually. Since Dmitri and I were pawing at each other constantly, we’d been excused from a lot of things. People found us embarrassing and maybe they gave us a hard time, but I could sense that they also found us endearing. They found our love and connection a kind of sweetness in all of the stiffness and formality of royalty. What we had was real, and they could sense it. They appreciated it. It softened them.

When I saw Nikolai or Johannes, I was always pleased to see them, and I would talk to Dmitri about them.

He was indulgent, kissing my neck. “Whatever my omega wants she gets, of course. I actually have fantasized a whole bunch of times about sharing you with Nikolai. I’d love to see you with another alpha’s knot in you, pretty girl. I’d love to watch you suck Nikolai’s pretty cock.”

“Is his cock pretty?” I’d ask. “I haven’t seen it yet.”

“Mmm, I’m going to give you Nikolai’s very pretty cock like a present you get to unwrap,” he would say. “But after the wedding, my pretty little omega? Can I have you to myself just until then?”

“Yes, of course,” I would say. “Just you and me, my alpha, my mate, my Dmitri. Lick your mark, baby, please.”

He’d lick his mark.

“I’m yours,” I’d breathe. “I’m all yours.”

“Fuck, yes, you are,” he’d say, out of breath. “Fuck, sweet girl, I want my knot in you right now.”

“Yes, please, yes,” I’d say.

And then, if we were alone, we’d fuck, and if we weren’t alone, we’d go somewhere where we could be alone so that we could fuck.

Everything was a whirlwind of sex and bliss and goodness.

So, when it all fell apart, it actually caught me by surprise.

I thought I’d been expecting it, but I wasn’t actually prepared.

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