Page 60 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

The omega and her crown prince alpha were sleeping in his quarters together now, apparently. Dmitri was reported not to have let her out of his sight all day. He canceled everything he could, and what he couldn’t cancel, which turned out to be some meeting about his schedule for the next two weeks, he brought her to.

However, apparently, all it took was him licking her boob once before they canceled that meeting too.

The prince was given time to tend his mark. Apparently, after an alpha bit an omega, he could tend for weeks afterward, even though the initial healing process only took eight or so hours. I was supremely jealous, because I was never going to get to do that.

I was never going to bite an omega, never get to tend my mark, never have anything like that.

Nikolai and I lay in bed, glumly discussing this, talking about how Cole had two bites and wondering if there was any way we were going to maybe get to give the omega easily-hideable bites that no one would ever know about.

“Probably not,” said Nikolai. “He got her through a heat without us. Who does that, right? What alpha breaks an omega’s heat by himself? He doesn’t even need us.”

“I can’t believe you said that out loud.”

“What? We’re both thinking it.”

I sighed heavily.

“Well, you got me to yourself now,” muttered Nikolai. “He’s never going to be interested in touching me again. Not when he has a woman and an omega, the two things he’s always been attracted to. He’s only ever taken me as, like, a consolation prize.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” I said.

“You want the omega, anyway,” he said.

“I mean, so do you,” I said. “I still want you, Nikolai, and I won’t… I would not be with the omega without you, okay? Let’s make that pact. If we get a chance, it’s both of us or we say no.”

“Okay,” he said, readily enough.

“Good,” I said.

And we both knew we were lying, because if we had a chance to touch the omega, we were going to take it.

aurelie

I’D NEVER BEEN this happy in my life.

It was the kind of blissful, sweet perfection that’s so good that it’s hard to trust. I didn’t mean to, but I had to admit that I was waiting for something bad to happen, because it all seemed too good to be true.

I was literally going to be a princess. I was in love with the prince who would marry me. We were going to be King and Queen of a country someday. He was enamored with me, and he could not get enough of me or my body.

Our sex life was perfect.

He was just on the edge of controlling in bed, but he was considerate and sweet the rest of the time.

Sometimes, we’d get back to his room and he’d shut the door and kiss me hard and lick his mark, which he could not keep his mouth off of, not that I minded. “Stay here, sweet baby,” he’d say to me.

I’d stay at the door and he’d go over to the bed and take off his clothes, every stitch of them, baring his powerful, wide chest and his thick trunks of thighs and the huge thickness of his knotted up cock, which always seemed to be tall and at attention for me. He’d stand there, looking me over.

“You like seeing your alpha hard and ready for you, don’t you?” he’d prompt, his voice silky.

I’d perfume and slick and gush for him. “I love looking at you, alpha. I dream about seeing you without your clothes. You’re dressed too much of the time.” We were naked together a lot.

“Good girl,” he’d say. “That’s so good. What a perfect little omega you are.” He’d stroke his knot. “Get on your knees for your alpha, pretty girl.”

I’d get on my hands and knees.

“Crawl to me, that’s a good girl. Just like that.”

I’d crawl, and he’d croon at me.

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