Page 81 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

For his part, he was only making soft noises into my skin, noises that sounded almost like sobs, and when he did pull in front of me to look into my eyes, there were tears spilling over, onto his cheeks.

I kissed him.

And then I crested, the mother of all orgasms, an explosion large enough to make every rose on the bush lose its petals and they rained down over me, as he thrust and thrust and thrust through each of my sweet, sweet clenches of goodness.

And just when the last one happened, he pierced me deep, deep inside and I felt him come in me, too.

Which was when I had a belated thought about condoms. It probably wasn’t that bad of a thing, because if I wasn’t in heat, I wasn’t fertile, so there wasn’t a chance of pregnancy, and people with designations didn’t tend to get sexually transmitted diseases—but Corentin shouldn’t have a designation, so was that the same thing?

He dragged his tongue over my bite mark.

Oh.

I came again, squeezing his knot in a frantic little rhythm. I could make noise now. I cried out.

He licked it again.

The orgasm was too much.

“I could just… here,” he said into my skin.

“You could what?” I wheezed.

“On top of it,” he said. “He’d never notice because we’d both have bitten you here.”

“Corentin…” Panic spiked through me.

He jerked his gaze up. He must have scented it. “No, huh?”

I bit down on my bottom lip and gazed at the ceiling. That had been an orgasm like I’d never had in my entire life, and I did… and I was…

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have…” He kissed my bite mark, gentle. “I got carried away.” He wrapped his hands around my bottom and pulled me away from the wall. He took me over to the bed and we scooted around on there, arranging ourselves, because he was knotted into me.

Now, he was sitting up against the headboard of the bed and I was lying on his chest with my legs spread around him. He was still knotted inside me. We were connected.

He rubbed his fingers up and down my spine. “I’ve wanted to bite you for a long time, so I can wait.”

“Not on top of his bite,” I said in a rush. “Don’t. He’ll… please, Corentin, don’t make me some pawn in a game with him.”

“Ah, got it,” he said. “Yeah, I see what you’re saying. He’d be angry, and the evidence of what I did would be on your body, and it would make you the object of the anger in some way, and that would be hell for you. Sorry.”

I let out a breath, relieved.

“So somewhere else?”

I drew in a breath, thinking about it.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have asked,” he said.

“Where?” I said.

He chuckled, a little knowingly. “I never had a fucking orgasm like that, you know that? My cock, it was waiting for you, and I was so attuned to you that I was riding the edge of my orgasm, just waiting for exactly the right moment, exactly the moment when I could finish and I knew I needed to keep going for you until then. And the pleasure, it just kept deepening and deepening until I thought it was going to kill me.”

“For me, too,” I said. “I mean the deepening part, not the waiting for you part.”

He kissed me.

I clung to him. “Where do you want to bite me?”

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