Page 52 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

“Baby, you smell like everything I ever wanted wrapped in bacon and dipped in chocolate.”

“Bacon and chocolate?” I said, thinking that over. “That might be good.”

He ran a hand appreciatively over my body. “You have such perfect breasts. I love the shape of them and I love the size of your nipples and the color of your aureoles, and after we’re a little less frenzied, I’m going to spend a long time just tasting them. I like the soft little protrusion of your belly and your ample hips and your thighs, and this, of course this.” He cupped my pussy. “You’re perfect. You’re so pretty and dark and tiny.”

The praise made me short circuit. A spasm went through me, and my teeth chattered. I went up to present for him again.

He sighed, lying next to me, surveying me from beneath, reaching in to fondle my breasts as I rubbed my face into the surface of the nest and pushed my ass higher and higher into the air.

He undid his pants again, pushing them entirely off and got up behind me, stroking his hands over my thighs and hips, positioning himself right at my opening again. “Good omega, good girl. Love watching you present for me. You’re such a pretty, submissive little thing, aren’t you?”

I whined.

“You do want to submit to me, don’t you, omega?” His voice was a dark tease.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Want to submit and take my knot.”

“Yes,” I panted.

“Ask for it.”

“Can I… can I have your knot, alpha?” I managed, sort of angry with him for making me do that, but mostly just slicking like crazy because it was turning me on.

“Yes, definitely,” he said. “That’s what we’re going to do right now, because we both need it. I’m going to knot you nice and hard for as long as we need it. Then, afterwards, you’ll be stuck on my cock and all mine, omega. Can’t get away once I’m locked in. You want that, though, right? Want trapped that way?”

I let out a garbled breath.

He rubbed the head of his cock against me, through the slick at my opening and then down to tease my clit.

It felt amazing. I let out a series of noisy breaths.

“Say it, omega. Tell me to trap you, make you my captive, use my cock to keep you right here with me.”

“Please,” I whispered.

“Please what?”

“Knot me, alpha,” I said. “Make me yours.”

“Oh, you’re mine, omega,” he said, sinking into me.

I cried out as he filled me back up again.

“Fuck, you feel so good. You have a perfect little tight, wet pussy, don’t you? Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He thrust all the way to his knot and then rocked against me. “Losing it, omega, losing it.”

What did that mean?

“You want it, right?” He was out of breath. “You need it?”

“Your knot,” I moaned. “Yes, please, alpha. Need it.”

He dug his fingers into my hips and yanked me onto his knot. He was enormous, and the stretch was like a ring of fire as he wrestled his way in.

I screamed.

He made some kind of garbled noise.

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