Page 145 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

He pulled it out and went back to my clit.

“Oh, fuck, that’s very nice, Nikolai,” I said.

“You can keep begging if you want,” he breathed. “I like it.” He put the head of himself in me again, made a few shallow thrusts.

I cried out.

And then he pulled out and went back up to rub himself into my clit.

Oh, that was really, really good. “Please,” I said. “Please, Nikolai, please, you’re teasing me.”

“Am I?” he whispered. “What do you want?”

“You know what I want,” I panted.

“Do I?”

“Your knot, alpha, your knot, please.”

“Oh,” he said knowingly. “Yes, that’s what a pretty little needy omega like you needs. A knot in her pussy.”

“I do, please, Nikolai, I do.”

He rubbed his cock against my clit. “Doesn’t that feel nice, though, omega?”

“It does, yes.”

“And this?” He slid down and penetrated me, deeper than before, thrusting all the way to his knot. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes, but…”

“But?”

“But I’m made to take a knot, alpha. I’m an omega and I need a knot.”

“I see,” he said.

I moaned, frustrated. “You’d like it, too,” I said. “I know you would. Please.”

He pulled out of me and now his cock was slick on my clit, with all of my juices, and it felt phenomenal. “I would like it, omega. I definitely would. But you can’t quite understand how much I’m enjoying your begging right now, I don’t think.” His voice was husky. “I think teasing you might be my new favorite thing.”

“Stop it, alpha,” I gasped. “Stop teasing me.”

“You like it, too, omega,” he said, affectionate, affected. He pushed his cock inside me again.

I pumped my hips up to his knot, trying to take it.

“Shh, baby girl, shh. No reason to rush,” he said.

“I thought we had to rush,” I said. “Because of the rendezvous. That was why you wouldn’t let me suck you.” I sounded like a petulant child denied a toy, and I was annoyed, but I was also very fucking turned on. He was good at this.

“Fuck, you’re right,” he said, disappointed. “I could probably tease you for hours, but I guess we don’t have time.”

“So, I get your knot,” I said, breathless. “Finally.”

“Yes, you get my knot.” He kissed my eyebrow. “Here it is, omega, all for you.” He pushed against me, felt a bit of resistance and pulled back. He did this several more times, going in further each time, getting more of my slick distributed all over his knot. Each time, I screamed in pleasure as he stretched me. When he finally slid all the way in, it hadn’t even hurt. I didn’t think I’d ever been knotted without at least a touch of discomfort, but this… fuck. Then, he was all the way in and when he tried to pull out, he couldn’t. There was the telltale perfection of the tug on my skin, the all-over pressure of the knot, the sheer goodness of our sealed connection. “There we are,” he breathed, peppering my face with kisses. “I’m all the way in, omega. Happy now?”

“Very,” I said, beaming up at him. “I like your knot a lot.”

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