Page 112 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

“A challenge?” He was grinning.

“You’re still dressed,” I said, lifting my chin, imperious. “And call me Your Highness, because I am a princess now.”

His grin widened, and he was impossibly gorgeous. “Yes, Your Highness,” he said in a silky voice.

Oh, I could get used to this. “Show me your stomach, Johannes,” I said in a low, urgent voice.

“Yes, Your Highness,” he said, and he untucked his shirt and raised it, showing off the planes of his muscled, flat abdomen.

“Higher,” I said. “Show me your pecks.”

He lifted his shirt higher, first on one side, showing me more rippling muscle, and then he pulled it up on the other side. I could see the light smattering of dark hair on his chest, and each of his very defined muscles.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I breathed.

He smiled down at me. “Yeah, you like it, omega.”

“I do,” I said. “But you’re too cocky for your own good. And you did not address me as Your Highness, and I should probably think of some kind of punishment for you.” But I was drawing a blank. I did not think I wanted to spank Johannes. It would seem sort of comical, I thought, and it would make me giggle too much to be turned on.

“Oh, Your Highness, causing you displeasure is punishment enough,” he said.

“Take off your shirt,” I said. “Now.”

He pulled it off and tossed it at me.

I caught it, sitting up. “Show me your cock.”

“I thought I was doing this slow.”

“Don’t ask questions, just do as your princess commands,” I said.

He laughed. “You’re really catching on here, I want to say. You’re doing a fabulous job. You might be a natural.”

I threw his shirt at his head.

He batted it away with his impressive, enormous arms, and he was working at his buttons and zipper on his breeches. He pushed them out of the way and his cock sprang out, knotted and rigid.

I smiled. “Ooh, there it is.”

“It’s here to please you as well.”

“It does please me,” I said. I went up on my knees to get closer, and he came over to the bed to oblige me. I didn’t touch, but I eyed him sultrily, running my tongue out over my lips and making little breathy sighs. “I bet you wish I’d touch it.”

“Uh… I wouldn’t mind.”

“Ask me?”

He smiled down at me. “You’re definitely a natural,” and his voice caught in his throat.

I looked up at him, expectant.

“Will you touch my cock, Your Highness?” he breathed.

“Beg me,” I said.

“Please, Your Highness, I want your hands on me,” he gasped.

I flopped back on the bed. “No.”

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