Page 111 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

Everything about being with Johannes was easy. He accepted me. He liked me. He wanted to know who I was and whatever I was, he liked. I was falling for him, I realized, right here and now in this room, and it was lovely.

I kissed him, hard and slow and sweet. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Where you been all my life, huh?”

His expression changed, and he looked a little devastated. “Shit, omega.”

“Sorry, too much?” I cringed.

“No,” he said. “No, I think… I was just thinking how nice this is, how much I’ve been craving this, you, and how much I hadn’t realized it.”

“Huh,” I said, smoothing a hand over his chest. “I was thinking something similar earlier about our little escape from the fairy tale castle.”

“It is kind of like a fairy tale castle,” he said, smiling at me.

We kissed again.

He locked an arm around my waist and pulled me tightly into his chest, and he was broad and firm and enormous. His chest was wider than Dmitri’s. I ran my fingers appreciatively over the muscles in his arms, sighing softly.

I pulled away, feeling very shy, but not because I was worried about his rejecting me or anything, just because I was unsure of what to do next. “Maybe it’s stupid,” I said. “I’m an omega, and it turns me on to submit, and I bet you want to make me submit, so—”

“I want to please you, omega,” he said, his voice like crushed velvet. “You want to make me your little alpha fucktoy, I’m here for it.”

I perfumed, grinding against his pelvis. “I don’t know how.”

“I’ll walk you through it,” he said. “You want that?”

I nodded.

“Tell me to assist you, then,” he said in a gravelly voice, grinding right back at me.

“Oh, right,” I said. I licked my lips. “You’ll do whatever I want, then, won’t you, Johannes?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “I’m yours to command.”

I giggled. I liked it, but I felt silly. I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to think, figure out a way to put it, to formulate something sexy.

He reached up and smoothed his thumb over the wrinkles I was making in my forehead. “Looks like you’re thinking pretty hard there, omega.”

“Sorry.” I groaned, throwing back my head. “This is dumb. I should—”

“Don’t think,” he said, his voice calm and fluid, commanding in that alpha way. “Just feel it. Feel what you want and ask for it. That’s all there is.”

“That’s not all there is,” I said.

“Start there.”

I drew in a breath. “I want you wearing less clothes.”

He grinned. “Yeah? Well, I’m amenable.”

“No clothes,” I said, puffing out my chest. I climbed off of him and gestured. “Strip for me, Johannes. Slow. I want to see all of you.”

He got up, grinning at me. “Sure thing, omega.” He nodded at the bed. “Lie down and enjoy the show, then.”

I giggled, delighted, and flopped down on the bed to wait. Then I pointed at him, mock-scolding. “I think you’re still ordering me around.”

He shrugged. “Tell me to stop if you don’t like it.”

This went through me like the bubbling light beer we’d had for breakfast, an effervescence that felt like joy. I felt it, now, the back-and-forth of it, the way it was a challenge, a game, and that we were going to play. I cradled my head with my hands, surveying him with a mischievous grin. “You’re testing me, Johannes. I don’t know if I like it. You better do what I say. You said you want to please me, and I think I’m going to be a little difficult to please.”

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