Page 118 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

“Aurelie, no,” said Johannes in a calm voice.

I hesitated.

“How’s your ass today, sweet girl?” said Dmitri, his voice gentle.

I gasped. “M-maybe a little sore, but…”

“But you’d like to take me there again, wouldn’t you?” he urged.

“Yes,” I gasped, my body going very, very taut.

“We’ll all go to the nest just as soon as we agree on the schedule,” said Dmitri. “Pull down your top and flash us all your pretty tits, just quickly, hmm?”

I did it.

Everyone reacted, and all their scents filled the air, making slick pour out of me. I whined.

“Good girl,” said Dmitri. “Touch my mark, sweet girl.”

I did it.

“That feel good?” whispered Dmitri.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“You’re being a fucking asshole,” said Johannes, but he sounded really turned on.

“I worked very hard on this schedule,” said Dmitri. “This was hours of work, and we will use it, and you’ll get used to it. Tell your alpha that you accept what’s best for you. Tell your husband that you’ll be a very good submissive wife.”

I moaned. I shook my head. Too far, maybe. It was the husband-wife business, I thought. It took it to another level, and I didn’t want that. “No one asked you to make a schedule, Dmitri,” I protested. “No one asked you to put in hours of work.”

“It’s my job,” he said. “I’m the pack leader, and I see a need, and I meet it. It’s my responsibility to make sure our pack works smoothly, and that’s what I intend to do.”

“Well, that’s not what I want,” I managed.

Dmitri was quiet.

“I don’t like being told who to fuck and when like this either,” said Nikolai. “If anyone cares what I think, which… no one does.” He was sardonic and expressionless.

Dmitri turned on him. “Nik, you and I need to talk, actually. Johannes said that you think I’m homophobic? Why didn’t you feel like you could say that to me?”

Nikolai smiled a rueful smile. “Perfect, Johannes. Perfect. So glad you decided to thrust yourself into the middle of my relationship with Dmitri. I appreciate that so much, let me tell you.”

“I’m sorry,” said Johannes. “I guess you did sort of say that to me in confidence, and maybe I shouldn’t have shared.”

Dmitri sat back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. “This is not exactly easy for me. Sharing her, sharing my mate with other men, it rankles, but I’m trying to do it—”

“No, you’re not,” I said.

He gestured at the schedule. “What is this?”

“It’s you trying to make sure you have control over everything I do with everyone, so that I belong to you.”

“You do belong to me,” he said.

“But you don’t belong to me,” I said.

“Yes, I do.”

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