Page 71 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

Dmitri rounded on me. “When the hell did you lick Aurelie’s pussy?”

My eyes widened. “She told you that? I told her not to tell—”

“You did what?” said Johannes.

I groaned. Oh, wow, this wasn’t going to go well, was it?

“When?” said Dmitri.

“When?” said Johannes.

“It was before she went into heat. You two were having trouble connecting, and I thought if she was a little less tightly wound, like if I sent her to you after having a release, it would help. And I guess it did. Sort of. Although whatever you did to her when you told her that she had to submit to you and that she shouldn’t be with Johannes at all, I think it triggered her heat, and you two have been off in that bubble for weeks now, and I’m not sure if it was a good thing in the end.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this,” said Johannes. “I don’t hide things from you, Nik.”

“I wasn’t going to hide it forever,” I said. “I was waiting until things were more settled with all of us.”

“What was it like?” said Johannes.

“Like tasting the sunrise,” I said, my voice going reverent.

“Shit,” said Johannes, dragging a hand over his face.

Dmitri sighed heavily. “She does taste very fucking good.” He pointed at Johannes. “Apparently, you kissed her?”

“Was that not allowed?” said Johannes. “I mean, it was before you put a bite mark on her fucking boob—”

“It’s a very tasteful ornament to her décolletage,” Dmitri countered.

Johannes rolled his eyes.

“You know what I think,” said Dmitri, moving closer to Johannes, his scent swirling around like dark clouds gathering speed. “I think, all along, you’ve been trying to turn this into something between you and me, some kind of competition. So, let’s just have it out right now.”

“Wait,” I said. “You already punched him, and—”

“It’s about who’s got the bigger dick,” said Dmitri. “Whip it out, Johannes. Let’s measure.”

I raised my eyebrows. Seriously?

Johannes let out a guffaw.

Dmitri was undoing his belt. “Come on, don’t be scared. We both know I’m packing something you can’t possibly compare to, so let’s just settle this once and for all.”

“I’m not afraid of your fucking penis,” said Johannes, hooking his thumbs into his pajama pants.

I was riding a giddy excitement that was making my scent go haywire.

Dmitri unzipped and reached into his pants. “Count of three?”

“Yeah,” said Johannes, baring his teeth.

“One,” said Dmitri. “Two. Three.” He yanked his cock out.

Johannes shoved down his pants.

And there they both were, both of their cocks, both sporting big, pulsing knots at the base, both heads huge and swollen and reddish purple, both weeping a little liquid at the tips.

I grunted, but they ignored me.

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