Page 77 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

Johannes whined. His eyes bulged. He resisted… and then he did it.

Dmitri put his teeth to him, not breaking the skin, but biting down hard enough to show Johannes that he was mastered. He reached between the other man’s legs and cupped him, cock and balls. I watched him squeeze.

Johannes whined again, but the sound was different, a whine of pleasure.

Dmitri let out a little breath. “Better?” His voice was deep.

Johannes backed away, cowed, still angry, but now with no foundation to mount any resistance. He gingerly touched the back of his neck, resentment coming off him in waves.

“For fuck’s sake, Johannes,” muttered Dmitri. “It’s just how it is. This is the dynamic with us. I’m the pack leader. I know that felt good to submit. I could scent how much you liked it. You’re still hard.”

Johannes wouldn’t look at him.

“I am, too,” said Dmitri, his voice dropping in pitch, silky. “You know, if I wanted, I could have you and Nikolai, both on your hands and knees next to each other, and I could take turns fucking your tight holes, and you’d both love it. I’d make you come on command, Johannes. You are mine. We’ve both always known it. Submit.”

Inside the closet, my scent jerked like a whip, and I had a fucking huge knot. Shit, Dmitri was… wow.

“No,” breathed Johannes, slowly raising his gaze to Dmitri’s, his entire body shaking with the effort it was taking to say it. “No. Never.”

Dmitri stalked forward, taking Johannes by the chin. “She is mine. If I decide I want to let you bite her, it’s up to me. She will not have your bite unless I say, and she will never get pregnant with any children that aren’t mine. If this is a problem, I will cut you off from her. My rules, Johannes. She is mine.”

Johannes pulled away, his scent wild and tumultuous.

“I’ll take Nikolai on the honeymoon, then,” said Dmitri. “You can stay here alone, while we go and take turns knotting her. Is that what you want?”

Johannes was shaking. “You know it’s not.”

“So?” Dmitri folded his arms over his chest. “Submit.”

“I already showed you my neck. I let you… what more do you want?”

“Who’s is she?” said Dmitri darkly.

Johannes swallowed hard. His voice was choked. “She’s yours. She’s your omega.”

“Who says if you have permission to bite her?”

“You do,” muttered Johannes.

“And if I decide to get her pregnant, who will do that?”

“You,” said Johannes.

“Was that so difficult?” said Dmitri.

“Fuck you,” snarled Johannes.

“We leave immediately after the wedding,” said Dmitri. “She has an unknotted virgin asshole that I am going to take on our wedding night. I want you both there to watch and assist. It will be our wedding night, all four of ours. I will share her with both of you. I will be generous. We just all need to be clear that she belongs to me.”

aurelie

CORENTIN WAS THERE, in my room, when I got back after taking shots with Ilse.

He played me the recording on his phone while I chewed on my lip and hunched up my shoulders.

“This is the man you’re in love with,” Corentin said in a low voice. “He views you like a possession, like a thing. And this is the harem you’re going to have? It’s not yours, it’s his. He’s willing to let you have those men because he controls them. It’s not about you, Aurelie. It’s about his desires, his needs, his status, his dominance. You’ve always known this about him.”

I hugged my elbows, not saying anything, because the truth was, all that talk of being Dmitri’s, about how he was going to give the other alphas permission to do things with me, about how they’d assist with taking my anal virginity, it had made me sort of stupidly horny, and I was quaking with that right now.

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