Page 157 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

Then we were fucking, and it was like being encased in the most brilliant of white lights, nothing but a tunnel of perfect pleasure, the feel of her around my cock everything I’d ever wanted, the scent of her better than anything I could ever have imagined.

When I came inside her, filled her full of my release, I felt emptied and sated and sane.

Yes, this was the only time I felt sane, in these small moments after climaxing with her, before she got me all bothered and ready to fuck her again.

We lay on the bed, still connected. I did my best to not lie directly on her, shifting most of my weight to the bed. She was face down, her cheek against the bed, and I settled next to her, facing her, sweaty, breathless, spent.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moaned. “I came here to talk, Dmitri.”

“Sorry,” I said, out of breath. “I can’t think straight around your perfume.”

“I know, you make me stupid, too.”

I laughed softly. “You’re never stupid, omega.”

“I am. I’m an idiot.”

“Well, if you are, then so am I.”

She whispered a litany of swear words.

“Omega? Sweet, beautiful girl, my bride, my love,” I said, smoothing a hand over one of her soft, soft shoulders. “We’re knotted together for a while now. You want to talk? Talk.”

She sighed, tension going out of her body, and I could feel that on the way her asshole loosened on my knot, which made me twitch down there. Fuck. She needed to hurry it up or I was going to want another round.

“Dmitri, you want to make me happy, right?”

“You know I do,” I said.

“This dynamic with our pack does not make me happy.” She was firm. “What would make me happy is if you would stop ordering everyone around all the time and if you would stop insisting on controlling everything and if you would allow everything to happen more organically. I want to decide who I fuck and when and where. You don’t decide this stuff. It is not about what you want. It’s about what I want. I want you to agree to that, for me, because you love me and you want me to be happy.”

Okay, wow.

My knot deflated. I extracted myself from her and rolled onto my back, my dick entirely soft. I didn’t think I’d ever been so completely switched off when I was near her. I felt as if she’d dumped a bucket of cold water on my head.

She let out a gasp when I detached. Then she scrambled up to hug her knees to her chest and look down at me. “You’re not going to do it.”

“You want to be the pack leader, omega?” I said in a lilting voice.

“No,” she said. “I want to be the omega. A pack revolves around an omega. Alphas dominate, yes, but in service of the omega. That’s the natural order of things. I fought it for a long time, but it’s become apparent that things are out of balance here, and I have to do what I can for the good of the pack. You are tearing this pack apart, Dmitri. If you can’t submit to your own alpha instincts to please me instead of pleasing your damned self, we’re not going to work.”

I gaped at her. “Pleasing myself? What? Everything I do is for the pack.”

She snorted. “Oh, sure, right. Not letting me touch the other alphas cocks on our wedding night, that was for the pack. Not because you get off on your little power trips.”

“It’s not like that,” I said.

“Telling me to sit down in the argument? That wasn’t a power trip? Telling Nikolai you would cut off access to me if he didn’t stay in a relationship with you? That wasn’t a power trip?”

“I was keeping the pack together,” I said. “I don’t want Nikolai to leave.”

“Neither do I,” she said. “But you can’t just order him around.”

“Actually,” I said softly, “I can.”

“If you won’t stop, you’ll make me miserable,” she said. And then she did something insane. She pushed an emotion into me, through the bond, and it smacked into me with all the force of someone taking a mallet to my skull. I didn’t even know that was possible, to purposefully do that with the bond, to use it like a weapon.

I cut it off.

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