Page 13 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

I shut the drawers and wandered into the bedroom, where I found Johannes exactly as I’d asked him to be, shirtless, hands behind his back.

I sat down next to him. He was resting his cheek on the bed, head turned sideways. His eyes were closed. He smelled phenomenal, all eagerness and arousal.

I traced my fingers over his features, affectionate.

“I’m going to tell you something and you’re going to be even angrier.” His eyes were still closed, but he was smiling. He liked making me angry. No, he liked making me react.

We did this with each other, played little power games, but what we liked about it was the way that we got under each other’s skin.

He was one of the few people I ever allowed myself to be vulnerable with.

“What did you do?” I crooned, my voice soft. “Tell Nikolai all the very bad things you did, Johannes.”

His grin widened. “I told her to touch herself and think about us.”

That went through me like violence. My fingers actually started to tremble. I swallowed hard.

Was that what she was doing now? In her suite, in her bed? Was all her pretty, smooth skin entirely bare?

“Nik?” he said, opening his eyes.

I met his gaze. “When we have her, it won’t be like other times with women.”

“No?” he said, his voice affected and throaty. “How will it be different?”

“I want her, too,” I said.

“Yeah?”

I unzipped, businesslike, freeing my aching, knotted-up cock. I’d been forcing myself to ignore how aroused I was all day, and that might have been a bad idea. “Yeah,” I said.

Johannes liked women, so I let him have them sometimes. We’d pick someone up, and then I’d let him fuck her, and I’d just watch, telling him what to do, telling him where to put his hands and his mouth. Sometimes, I wouldn’t even touch myself. Sometimes, I’d just sit in the corner, totally clothed, a voice in the shadows, holding his pleasure in my hands even without touching him.

I liked being in control.

He looked up at me, grinning, and then his gaze went to my naked cock. “I’d love to watch you fuck the omega.”

I shuddered, and my cock jerked. I was afraid of that, actually, of Johannes seeing me like that, even though it wasn’t as if he hadn’t watched me lose control a million times. It was only that those times were me losing control with him, and this seemed even more vulnerable in a way I didn’t entirely know what to do with. But I wanted it, in this moment. I wanted it fiercely.

My voice was gruff. “You know what to do.”

He chuckled and latched on.

I let out a low moan as his wet, warm mouth descended onto me. He knew the drill. Suck me, like this, no hands, just his mouth.

I liked looking down on him, his face nestled against my crotch, so intimate and yet so filthy at the same time.

“I have a lot for you, and it won’t take me very long,” I breathed, tucking strands of his long hair out of the way of his face. “You’ll need to swallow every bit of it. I’m going to empty my balls down your throat, and you’ll take every drop of it, because that’s what bad boys like you get, mouthfuls of come.”

He made a mangled sound, moving on me.

“And you’ve been…” I toyed with his ponytail. “A very, very bad boy, Johannes.”

He worked his mouth harder on me.

I traced the notches of his bare spine. “Such a bad boy. A shockingly bad boy. Now you take your punishment, hmm?”

He gagged himself on me, and the tremor of it around my sensitive head made my eyes roll back in my head. I gasped. “Hands, Johannes,” I managed.

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