Page 55 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

She pushed her face into my chest, moaning. “No, I need…”

“I have everything you need,” I said. “You need another orgasm, sweet girl?” I cupped her pussy, rubbing the heel of my hand up against the apex of her mound. She was slippery there—her slick and the copious amount of semen I’d pumped into her—and I slid around against her clit easily.

She sighed, eyes rolling back in her head.

“There we go, see?” I said, my voice soft. “You can come for me, can’t you?”

She moaned. “Won’t be enough.”

“Then you’ll come for me again,” I told her. “You’ll come and come until it’s enough. I can do this all day. And I want you to come, omega. I love the way your sweet wet pussy feels when I hold you like this.”

She convulsed against me, letting out a breathy sigh. “Fuck, that’s good,” she managed.

“Another?” I said.

“I don’t… I…”

“Another,” I decided, reading it in her scent. “On my tongue this time. I absolutely need to taste you.”

“Oh,” she said, her scent going bright and pleased. She wriggled down into the pillows, legs splayed. She had surrendered to me. I could scent it, and it was perfect.

I licked her for what felt like forever. She tasted absolutely amazing. I’d never tasted an omega’s slick before. It was addictive. I got distracted just lapping at her, not paying enough attention to her clit, but it worked out, because I teased her, holding off her pleasure, edging her until she came all the harder.

I only stopped licking her and suckling the tiny sweet nub of her clit because I wanted to put my mouth on her breasts. I did that for a long while, plucking at her pretty brownish pink nipples, licking them back and forth, suckling them into my mouth, all of that.

She reached down to touch me. “You got hard again.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I hadn’t really been paying attention. I’d been entirely consumed with her.

“That’s good,” she said, squeezing her hand around my knot.

It was distracting. I ended up sitting up, perched between her spread thighs, and letting her touch me, letting her feather her tiny little omega hands over my cock and my knot. She even reached down to fondle and stroke my balls, which was really nice.

I liked the look of her skin against mine, the look of her small hands as they gripped and stroked me. It turned me on seeing how small she seemed next to me, and I didn’t know why that was. Some alpha-omega thing, like everything else?

“When I first presented, when I had my first heat, I didn’t know what it was,” she said softly.

“That must have been scary,” I said. If you’d told me that I would be able to think like that while she was rubbing my dick, I would have said it was impossible, and probably before the first time I’d rutted her, it wouldn’t have been. But it was better now, and I could feel myself being exactly what she needed. She needed me to hear this. I could sense it or scent it or something. “What happened?”

“I shouldn’t have brought that up.” Her scent rose. She was embarrassed. She was chastising herself.

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s about… me with another man, and I bet you don’t want to hear—”

“Aurelie, I’ve had sex with other people, too. I didn’t ask you to come to me a virgin or something.”

“Just unknotted,” she said quietly.

“That was shitty of me,” I said, realizing just now exactly why. It had been selfish. It had been predicated on my own insecurity, actually, because I’d worried that if she’d been with someone else, she’d be comparing me to him, and I worried I wouldn’t measure up for some reason. I’d always been so awkward around her, so out of control. I hadn’t realized it could be like this with us.

But now, I felt the tie between us in a way that meant I did what she needed. And I felt secure in that. I would do whatever she needed, even if that meant making sure she had other knots and other men. Or other women, for that matter. I’d do whatever she needed. It was what being an alpha was, and it was why I was right for her, why no one else could be right for her the way I was.

She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I wasn’t… I mean, here’s the thing. That’s the only time I ever had sex, anyway.”

“Wait, what?” I settled my hand on her belly. Wow, my hand looked huge there, didn’t it? I liked that.

She groaned, dragging her hands over her face. “It was so bad.”

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