Page 121 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

I was shaking. I didn’t like being around anyone when I was this upset, this volatile, but I’d let her in for some reason, which didn’t make any sense. “You came here to, what? Kiss me? Seduce me? Get knotted?”

“I just… no.”

I turned on her. “What if I want to knot you?”

“Right now?” She shrugged, giving me a little smile. She wasn’t turning it down. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“You think I’m going to spill my soul to you, tell you all my secrets, get you to comfort me?” I glared into the suitcase. “We don’t even fucking know each other.”

“I know,” she said. “Dmitri’s getting in the way of things. We started to get to know each other, and then he bit me, and I got distracted. He’s overwhelming sometimes.”

Yes. Yes, he was.

“It’s messed up with us, Nikolai,” she said. “You’ve had your mouth on my pussy twice and we’ve never even kissed, and I realize that’s exactly what you’re talking about with Dmitri, exactly the kind of evidence of his just using you. Sexually.”

I turned to look at her, my lower lip trembling.

“It would make sense if you never wanted to talk to him again, that’s all,” she said. “But I…” She fingered her mark on her chest.

“I’m leaving,” I told her, gesturing to the suitcase.

“Okay,” she said.

I shifted on my feet, and the words burst out of me. “Come with me.”

Her lips parted.

I looked back into the suitcase. “Fuck. We haven’t even kissed.”

She came closer. She was gentle but sure of herself as she placed a small hand in the middle of my chest and looked up at me.

I turned, taking her in my arms, gazing into her eyes.

Our lips moved closer and closer.

She shut her eyes and I shut mine, too.

Our lips met, a soft joining, and that went all through me, making me feel loose and relaxed, washing out the anger and pain, just from one touch of this woman.

She opened her mouth and I did too, and our tongues brushed, and that was heady and sweet, another wave of goodness making my negative emotions ebb out.

I deepened the kiss.

She wrapped herself tighter around me.

We kissed and kissed. I sat down on the bed and pulled her with me. Her small, omega body undulated into me. She felt fantastic. She smelled fantastic. I rolled us over, her underneath me, and I kissed my way down her neck. I kissed my way to her mark.

I kissed it.

She bowed up, gasping.

I looked down at her, and there were tears in her eyes.

Suddenly, I was shaking again.

I put my face against her, against the soft swell of her, and I started to sob. I cried, but there weren’t tears. It was just jerks of tight pain going through me, and then… these noises, these broken noises.

It was embarrassing.

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