Page 113 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

He let out a surprised laugh, gaping at me. “You’re evil, omega.”

I inspected my fingernails. “Mmm, maybe.” I lifted a shoulder, still affecting boredom. “Take my pants off and eat my pussy like you did last night, and if you do a good job, maybe I’ll touch your cock, Johannes.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” he growled, and he pounced on me. He peeled down my tight breeches and pulled them entirely off before he settled between my thighs. “Oh, you’re already so wet and slick here.” He drove his tongue into my opening, tasting me.

I cried out. “Lick my clit, Johannes,” I said sternly.

“Yes, Your Highness.” His voice was muffled as he rearranged and then began to tongue me right in my most sensitive spot.

I moaned, arching into him. “If you do that the way I like it, you can taste my slick as a reward.”

He grunted, sucking my clit up into his mouth.

I cried out. I was still tender there. After all, there had been a lot of action the night before, and I was in a heightened state anyway, because what we were doing was turning me on.

I could feel myself starting to climb for an orgasm almost immediately. I moaned again, going still, surrendering to the sweetness of his mouth there.

It felt very, very good.

But I did wish he’d move just a little bit… “Can you…” I was out of breath. “Can you just… with your tongue, up and down?”

“Like this?” He demonstrated.

“Yeah,” I said. And then, “Um, but a little less pressure, lighter?”

He adjusted.

“Oh, yes,” I said. “Yes, like that, exactly like that.”

He groaned, repeating it, and I fell into the sensation as if I’d been wrapped up in cozy warmth and goodness.

I realized that I never did this. I had never felt empowered to ask for what I wanted. I’d been a receptacle of pleasure, hoping that the men who fucked me would please me while they took theirs, and I enjoyed that, but this, now, with Johannes, I hadn’t known how badly I needed it.

As the warmth deepened, tightening around me like a blanket growing ever heavier in the most pleasant of ways, I felt that sensation of freedom again, as if I weren’t only an omega anymore, but more. I could be this, a wicked woman who ordered a man to put his mouth on me, who directed him to lick me just the way I liked it, who was in control of him, who was using him as a receptacle of my pleasure.

When I came, it felt deep and good and I felt it all through me. The tremors traveled through my pelvis and I let out deep groans of appreciation, basking in the sensation of it.

When I was spent, I rolled my head on the bed and breathed, “That was very good, Johannes. Lick my slick if you want now.”

“Fuck yes,” he hissed, and his tongue went back inside me.

I tightened on myself like a sprung coil and came again. I cried out, a garbled mess of his name and high pitched nonsense syllables.

“Oh, good girl,” he groaned into me. “Such a good omega. Fuck, it’s so easy to make you come.”

Was it?

“Fuck, Nikolai was right. You taste like liquid sunlight.”

Really? I grinned, lifting my head, liking that, the poetry of it. I caught his gaze, liking the way he looked there, between my thighs, feasting on me. “Knot me now,” I said.

He climbed up me immediately, his expression fierce, pressing the head of himself into the slick center of me.

“I know I promised I’d touch your cock, but—”

“No, no, that’s fine, omega,” he said. “You just lie back and take your alpha’s knot, that’s just exactly right.”

I gasped.

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