Page 19 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

I pictured them walking away from me, down the hallway, and Johannes leaning over and kissing Nikolai. I liked the idea of them kissing. Nikolai was this dark thing, like a lethal phantom, and Johannes was like some guy on the cover of a romance novel from the 1980s, incredibly sexy.

I thought about them kissing without their shirts.

And then I thought about their cocks.

Immediately, I thought about them fucking each other with their cocks. In the ass. It seemed dirty and good, and I thrust my hand between my thighs and pictured it lots of ways.

First, Johannes on his hands and knees and Nikolai behind him, staring down at Johannes’s body beneath him with a fierce intensity as he shoved himself in and out.

Then I switched them, and Johannes was running his hand all up and down Nikolai’s back and outer thighs, and that just seemed right.

And then I thought, No, Johannes would want him to face him.

Would that work?

I didn’t see why not.

It seemed positively filthy in some way to think of Nikolai’s legs spread wide open and Johannes between them, working himself inside him, probably playing with Nikolai’s hard cock while he bent down to kiss him.

Yes, yes, yes.

I came hard. Out of nowhere. My pussy tightened and it was the sweetest and most intensely good feeling in the world and then it burst in golden confetti.

I panted into the bed, gasping, wrung out, very pleased.

Wow.

I had been missing out on masturbating, hadn’t I?

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johannes

SHE BLUSHED WHEN she saw me at breakfast, a pretty blush that traveled all down her neck, and her scent was lovely, like flowers.

I wanted to kiss her again.

She smiled at me in this way that told me that she wanted me to kiss her again, too.

I went to her. Didn’t kiss her. Just stood there, close enough to kiss her, not touching her, basking in her scent. “You smell amazing,” I whispered.

“So, do you.” She looked half-drunk on our closeness. She was shy and pretty and perfuming. “I… I did what you said.”

Oh, right. I had forgotten about that shit, in the wake of the disaster of a night I’d had with Nikolai. “You did, huh?”

She nodded. “I never thought about… two men, but I…” She shivered, sighing. “I was thinking that it wouldn’t be against the rules if I watched for real.”

My eyes widened. What a freaking genius this omega was. I kissed her forehead. “Yes,” I breathed.

“He wouldn’t mind, right, if neither of you touch me?” she said softly. “I’d just watch, and I think it would help, you know, with, um, with this.” She gestured back and forth between us.

“He couldn’t mind,” I said, even though I wasn’t entirely sure about that.

She beamed at me, so pleased, and I knew then that I would move heaven and earth to make it happen, regardless of Dmitri.

So, when we got there, after a car ride that was pleasant enough, despite the rising scents between the omega and me and Nikolai, I sought Dmitri out immediately.

I’d spent the ride asking her questions about her life. She’d been sort of sheltered, it seemed to me. She’d presented young for an omega. It wasn’t uncommon for omegas not to present until they were eighteen to twenty years old, but she’d presented at seventeen. So, she’d had the specter of her designation throwing a pall over all of her interactions as a young person. Though she hadn’t had an alpha, then, it was understood that she would have an alpha, and this future colored everything in her present.

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