Page 142 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

“Well, I’m yours,” I said, grinning at him.

He reached up to cup my cheek with one hand. “No, you’re his.”

“I can’t belong to you, too?” I raised my eyebrows.

He considered. “I don’t want to possess you, omega. Not at all. But, erm, I…” His lashes fluttered down against his cheeks. “I’m very turned on by submission and dominance.”

“Of course you are,” I said. “So am I.”

He opened his eyes again. “With Johannes and me, it’s a sort of rule that it only extends to the bedroom, that we have a different dynamic elsewhere. But we also have always had this set dynamic, and I never tried to vary it, I’m realizing. It was comfortable, and it was sexy as fuck, and I just let it go on and on. Anyway, never mind that.” He shook his head as if to clear it. “But with Dmitri, it spills into everything, do you know what I mean?”

I nodded. “Yes.” I eyed him. “But do we want to spend this time talking about Dmitri?” He was hanging over everything, it seemed, and I knew that dynamic needed our attention, but right now, all I wanted was Nikolai.

“That’s part of why it’s so hot to be with Dmitri, though,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“True, but I don’t need you to be like him.”

“I’m not like him,” he said with a shrug.

“No,” I said, running my fingers over his bare skin.

He shut his eyes, sucking in a breath. His skin pebbled with goosebumps under my fingertips. “I want this to be right with us.”

“It is right,” I breathed. “You don’t even know how wet I am right now.”

“I guess I don’t,” he said, smiling at me. “You should take off your clothes for me, then. And show me your wet pussy. I remember the way you taste. The first taste of you fucked me up.”

“I’m sorry?”

“No, I didn’t mind.”

I started to remove my shirt. It was close quarters in the backseat, so I had to wriggle around.

He chuckled, watching me struggle. “Here.” He helped, deft fingers just where I needed them, and then he reached back to unsnap my bra. “Oh, there these are. I think you have the prettiest breasts of any woman on earth.” He cupped them both and then thumbed my nipples, making them stand up straight.

I sighed, throwing back my head.

“And before seeing them, I don’t even know if I’d ever liked breasts this much,” he said.

Right, he wasn’t usually attracted to women. His designation made him want me, and I knew that he didn’t mind wanting me, but it was just another layer of this element of the way we were dominated by our designations, how little control we had. It frightened me, but it made me wetter, too.

“You’re perfect, omega,” he said reverently.

I writhed a little under his praise. I liked the way it felt for him to look at me.

“Now, let’s get these off,” he said, helping me to peel off my pants and underwear as well.

Then I was completely naked in the backseat of this car with my lethal and beautiful Nikolai.

He put his finger between my legs, running them through my slit. “You’re very, very wet.”

I gasped.

He put his fingers to his mouth to lick them and then went back down to toy lazily with my clit. “Hmm. Here’s what I’d like, omega. I’d like to have you come on my fingers right here and then I’d like to knot you and have you come on my knot. Would you like that?”

“Obviously,” I murmured.

“And…” He sucked in a breath. “What if, just this time, not every time, but this time, what if there aren’t any games? Just us? Just our bodies? Nothing else?”

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