Page 49 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

He had his hand at his crotch, and it was also fondling my naked ass. “Shh, shh, just calm down, pretty thing, calm down, I’m here. Fuck.” He freed himself, and I could feel the heat of his huge erection against my skin.

I moaned, a desperate noise.

“Shh,” he said again, and he penetrated my wet pussy.

I let out a garbled noise. Fuck, that felt good. He was nice and thick and hot and perfect. He jammed himself into me, all the way up to his knot.

Ohh, his knot. I wanted that knot.

He fucked me steadily into my pillows, which pressed into my mound from all different angles, rubbing me outside as he rubbed me inside. It was very, very good, and I was in heat, and I fell apart right away, climbing up a hill to a nice, sweet burst of an orgasm like the sun cresting over a hill.

“Yes, alpha,” I groaned out. “Yes, please, please, alpha.”

“Good omega, just like that,” he breathed. “There you go, there. Better?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, better, but…”

“Not enough, I know.” He pulled out.

I let out a cry of what I think might be termed outrage.

He peppered my back with kisses. “Shh, not here, okay? That was just… I couldn’t stop…” He groaned, sagging into me.

I whined, trying to present again, even though he was lying on top of me. I was having flashbacks of the time I’d been in heat with Corentin, how I’d been too stupid to understand what I wanted for most of it, and then how I’d realized I wanted things and asked for them and then felt guilty because he couldn’t give them to me, and why did I want so much when he couldn’t help me and why was I such a problem?

Panic was rising in me.

“What’s that in your scent?” Dmitri sounded like he was worried, too. “What did I do?”

I was going to start crying.

He vaulted off of me. “Roll onto your back, omega,” he said firmly, his voice like a port in an awful storm.

I did exactly what he said, letting out little sobbing breaths. I lay there on my pillows, totally naked, looking up at him.

He climbed back over me, hands and knees on either side, his still-hard cock sticking out of his pants, and looked me directly in the eyes. “Here, omega, here.”

I nodded, gazing into his eyes, lost in his eyes, needing him. “Please,” I said again.

“I am taking you to a nest, you understand?”

“Oh,” I said with a little smile. “Really?” A rush of relief went through me.

He grunted. He kissed me hard. “That’s better, sweetness, that scent is much better.”

I writhed up into him, pressing my breasts into his shirt. “Dmitri,” I sighed.

He put a hand on my neck and pinned me down.

I gasped, liking that more than I wanted to admit. He wasn’t hurting me or anything. I could definitely breathe. I felt very safe though, his hand on my neck, his huge hand against that small, vulnerable part of me. I perfumed wildly, eyes rolling back in my head.

“Stop,” he growled.

“Can’t,” I said. Nothing he said was going to make the perfume stop when I was in heat.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to knot you right here and now on this bed with the door hanging off the hinges. That what you want?”

“Um…?”

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