Page 9 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

I gasped as I perfumed again.

He went nearly cross-eyed. “It’s a good thing we’re in a public dining room, or I think I’d order you to present for me,” he said in a very deep voice.

Oh. That was a different kind of presenting.

There was the presenting that you did when you presented with your designation, when an omega went into heat for the first time or when an alpha got his knot.

But there was another kind of presenting, which an alpha could order an omega to do for him. It meant to go up on my elbows and knees and put my butt in the air and spread my thighs. It meant to get in a lewd position to take my alpha’s cock.

It meant…

Oh, fuck, I was perfuming again.

I whined, unable to stop myself.

He reached across the table and rubbed his thumb over my wrist. A noise came out of his throat. He was purring.

I sighed into it, as it relaxed me, taking away some of the more painful edges of my current arousal.

“What are you two doing? I could smell you down the hall.” It was Nikolai.

I looked up to see him settling into a chair at the table with us. I smiled at him, genuinely happy to see him.

“Good, you’re here,” said Johannes. “Stay with her?” He was getting up.

“Where are you going?” said Nikolai.

“Just… for a walk.” Johannes’s voice was husky. I could see evidence of his arousal in his pants, a tell-tale bulge that looked delectable.

I perfumed again.

“I have to go,” said Johannes and practically fled.

Nikolai sucked in an audible breath. “No more of that, omega,” he ordered firmly. “Here.”

I looked up at him, into his eyes.

His gaze bored into me. “Calm. Down. Omega.”

My arousal ebbed out. I blinked at him, confused. “You can do that?” I squeaked.

“I’ve never done it before,” he said with a shrug. “Easier than I thought it was going to be.”

“Thank you,” I said. “Really, I appreciate it. I couldn’t think straight.”

Nikolai smiled at me. “You’re really very, very alluring, omega. I hadn’t realized how much you’d affect me.”

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“I CAN’T TALK right now,” came Dmitri’s voice on the other end of the phone.

“She smells like everything you’ve ever wanted wrapped in bacon and dipped in chocolate,” I said.

“Ew, bacon and chocolate?” he said.

“You got to give us something here,” I said.

“I’m very busy right now and I need to hang—”

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