Page 13 of His Prize
I’d had my eyes closed, but they popped open at that statement. It was…cute. Comforting. Something in me stirred with contentment.
I pushed it aside, focusing on the gush that came with my prince’s knot leaving me. Without that block, everything wet and slippery that filled me began to seep out.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” my prince purred as he shifted back.
I winced a little as he dragged his still pretty huge cock out of me, causing friction against my sore and stretched hole.
A second later, I caught my breath and my eyes went wide as his mouth slid across that same, sore hole. He licked and nuzzled that stretched-out, used part of me, teasing me with his tongue and making sounds like he was eating the most delicious confectionary ever invented.
It felt so good that my cock and balls jerked, like they wanted to come again, even though they’d just felt so many intense orgasms that I wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d fallen off.
“So good,” my prince said in a deep, warm voice. “So sweet.”
His tone rolled over me like warm toffee. The temptation to give in to every last one of my omega instincts and curl up like a kitten in his praise was so hard to resist. I’d never had an alphaDom lavish me with praise like that. I’d never even had past alpha boyfriends use that alluring tone of voice with me.
“Such a beautiful ass, too,” my prince said, moving to rain kisses over my sore, raised ass. “I could look at your body all day. In fact, let’s get you out of this bed so I can get you into another one.”
My brow furrowed for a moment. I loved the breeding bed. It was sadistic and brutal. It was uncomfortable and made it impossible for me to stop any alpha who happened to wander by from fucking the living daylights out of me and potentially forcibly impregnating me. That didn’t just appeal to the part of me that wanted to be disciplined for my failures, but also the ancient, needy omega in me who believed his sole purpose in existing was to carry an alpha’s baby.
I’d never wanted a baby before, but suddenly every cell in my body wanted to carry my sadistic prince’s baby.
“No,” I groaned as my prince started to unbuckle the restraints holding me rigidly in place. “No, I don’t want this.”
It felt like a lie, even though I was certain it was the truth. My head and my body were definitely at odds, and my heart had no clue what was going on.
“It’s okay, baby,” my prince cooed as he rubbed each freed limb to get my blood flowing again. “You’re doing so well. Let’s just get you someplace a little more comfortable for your next heat wave.”
What the fuck was going on? I was too stunned by the abrupt change in direction from my prince to protest as he freed me from the breeding bed. What happened to the cruel, careless playboy who had paid a million dollars to put me in my place?
I needed to get back to the punishments I deserved.
Once my prince had me completely free from the bed and on my feet again, I turned toward him, like I could fight him off and run.
That didn’t happen. Instead, I looked up—my prince was almost a foot taller than me—and saw the kindness in his hazel eyes. His autumnal scent wafted over me, making me dizzy. I’d noted before that he had a young face, but up close, knowing how his knot felt inside me, and feeling the soreness of the cane he’d smacked across my ass earlier, I could see he wasn’t as young as I’d first thought. He was still younger than me, though. By a lot.
“There,” he said, stroking his hand over the side of my cum-crusted face. “All better.”
What the actual fuck was going on?
“No,” I said, panic in my voice that wasn’t entirely feigned.
This wasn’t what I needed. I wanted harshness and pain, not this…this…attraction.
I broke to the side and bolted for the door into the suite’s main room. If I tried to get away, he would catch me and punish me. He’d strap me to the St. Andrew’s Cross again and beat my body until everything was pain. And then maybe I’d feel redeemed from my mistakes.
Or not.
“Easy there,” my prince said, catching me before I could go more than a few steps and pulling me into his tight, all-encompassing embrace. “You’re not going anywhere.”
I struggled, not so much against his hold, but against everything inside me that was screaming to get out. “Let me go!” I sobbed.
My prince’s grip tightened, and his tone changed once again as he said in a serious voice, “Do you want to end the fantasy?”
Did I? I wanted to end this too-kind shift he’d made. I wanted to go back to the sick sadist who wanted to cane and breed me.
But maybe this shift was part of the head games he was playing. It was definitely sadistic.
“No,” I groaned, sagging in his arms. I added a quick, “Green,” just so he knew my answer was not part of the scene.
