Page 54 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

“Of course you do,” I soothed. “We both do.”

She sank her hands into my hair holding me against her. “Would you do it right now if I asked you to?”

“Obviously,” I groaned.

She sighed.

I waited, tensed for the request.

“I…” She didn’t finish the sentence.

I moved my face away so that I could look into her eyes. “What is it, omega? Tell your alpha.”

“I’m afraid,” she said, but she wouldn’t look at me. She was tracing patterns on my bicep, worrying her top teeth over her bottom lip.

“That’s normal,” I said and captured that bottom lip with my mouth.

She sighed, kissing me. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

“You feel perfect on my knot,” I told her, kissing my way over to her jaw.

“I love your knot,” she informed me, her voice reverent. “It’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”

I chuckled softly. “It is here to serve you, omega.”

She giggled.

I spanned her small waist with my hands and then let them slide down to her wider hips. “I knew I wanted this, to get my cock as far inside you as I could, I mean. But it’s so much nicer than I could have imagined. And you look so pretty full of my knot, omega. So, so fucking pretty.” I squeezed her hips and smiled at her.

She perfumed for me. “You look good, too, you know. You’re so… you’re like some warrior-giant or something. I like the way you just took me. I liked how it was so… frenzied.”

I felt embarrassed. “Yeah, maybe… uh, I can be more in control if I get some practice.”

“No, I said I liked it,” she breathed. She kissed me.

I broke the kiss. “But that’s why you’re afraid, isn’t it?”

“No, no,” she said, shaking her head, her eyes wide and guileless. “Not afraid of you at all. Maybe I should be, but I just like you. I’m afraid of me.”

“Of yourself?”

“Of how much I like you, of how much I like this, of…” She didn’t finish.

I leaned forward and rested our foreheads together. “I get it,” I said in a low, rumbling voice. “It’s like that for me, too. Out of control.”

“Yeah,” she said softly.

For some reason, this was the moment that my cock deflated. Was I not in a rut anymore? Really? My knot deflated too.

She felt it and moved off of me, eyes wide. “Did… did I…?”

I looked down at myself, a spike of panic going through me. Wasn’t I going to be in a rut for her? She was in heat for fuck’s sake, and couldn’t I perform for her? Fuck.

She rolled into the pillows, her scent spiked full of fear.

Something in me responded to that, something instinctive. It took me over, just like the way I’d been lost to fucking her before, lost in the rut. It drowned out my own panic, because she was afraid and she needed me to not be afraid.

I pulled her into my arms, running my palms soothingly down her arms and back, not a sexual touch, just one that steadied her. “I’ve got you, omega,” I breathed. “It’s okay. You’re all right.”

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