Page 53 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

And then he was in, and I came right away. His knot seemed to hit all the right spots, and I tightened into one point of perfect, wondrous pleasure and then contracted again and again, squeezing him inside me in a little rhythm, and every time I contracted, it felt so good that it intensified the sensation.

He was fucking me through this, making some kind of strange animalistic noise as he pounded me from behind, which he couldn’t even really do, because he was knotted into me, so he was stretching the skin of my pussy to thrust into me, and that felt good too, that was making my orgasm take on some kind of strange and odd dimension that was even better.

I don’t know how long it went on, but I never exactly stopped coming.

I hit several different peaks of climax, and they started to ebb out, but the orgasm never really stopped. I just came and came and came and he fucked me while making that rabid-bear sound at my back and it went on and on for a while.

Eventually, my legs gave out, and I collapsed, face down into the bed.

He, still inside me, came with me, and kept fucking me, but slower.

Slower and slower, until he was barely rocking into me, and my orgasm was just these tiny little aftershocks that hit me and made me hum.

Slower.

Slower.

And then, a wave of nothing but warm, good darkness that enveloped us both.

Maybe I slept.

I don’t know.

11

dmitri

I CAME BACK to myself as I was coming, but I knew I’d come already, more than once. There was something about the way this orgasm felt, a certain tenderness, that let me know there had already been heights of pleasure.

And I’d been sort of aware of it, I supposed, in a heightened state of instinct that had taken over me and used my body, made me do what came naturally.

My cock was still hard. I was in a full-on rut. I had my knot snugly inside her pussy, and she was lying face down in the nest. I was behind her. I sat up enough to smooth a hand down her spine.

She let out a noise of pleasure.

“Let’s turn you, sweet girl,” I said.

“Can we?” she said.

“I think so,” I said, even though, I mean, I’d never turned someone on my knot before.

It turned out to be sort of fun. She came during it, but I seemed to just touch her and she fucking came, this omega. It was probably because she was in heat.

Finally, we were face to face, her straddling me. I reached back to get some pillows to prop myself up on and I looked her over. She looked so good on my knot. Her body was flushed and well-fucked, and her breasts were high and pretty and she was all curves and softness. I couldn’t help but run an appreciative hand over her, exploring her all over.

She perfumed for me, throwing back her head.

I kissed her neck.

She sighed.

I scraped my teeth over her neck.

She moaned.

I licked her there. “I cannot wait to bite you, sweet girl.”

She sighed. “I want it.”

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