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johannes

I DIDN'T KNOW how it had gone so fast.

Nikolai and I went out drinking, and when we came back, it was late. The next morning, we found out that Aurelie had gone into heat and Dmitri had taken her to a nest. I got excited. Heat could last a long time, after all, days sometimes. I thought that we might get called in to help out after Dmitri got exhausted.

But instead, they were in the breakfast parlor in the wing I shared with Dmitri by 11:00 the next morning, her in his lap, his mark (on her fucking boob ) right there, and he would not stop licking it.

She giggled at everything he said, like he was hilarious, and they basically didn't even look at anyone else. They ate food off of each other's fingers. If he wasn't licking his mark, he was licking her fingers clean or kissing her. She was gazing at him like he hung the moon, like he was the singular greatest thing in the entire known universe. Every time he put his mouth on his mark (on her fucking boob ) she'd go cross-eyed and let out these little pleasure noises. It was basically like watching two people fuck during brunch.

But.

Uh.

I did watch.

So, make of that what you will.

Nikolai watched too.

He sat there, wide-eyed, breaking up pieces of bacon and stuffing them in his mouth, licking his fingers every time one of them licked each other's fingers, and his scent got all intense.

I had a knot the entire time. A huge, angry, throbbing knot.

So, naturally, after all of that, Nikolai and I went back to my room and fucked each other. We sixty-nined to take the edge off and then we spent the rest of the afternoon with our hands or mouths on each other's bodies, trying to get the fucking knots to go down.

Which.

They didn't.

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.

"So pretty on your hands and knees. I can see down your shirt, and see my mark there on the slope of that pretty breast of yours. You look gorgeous, baby girl."

I'd get to him and he'd touch my face, looking down at me reverently, and tell me I was the most beautiful girl in the world and telling me how much he loved and adored me. And then he'd order me to do filthy fucking things like lick his balls and gag myself on my cock ("You can take it deeper than that, sweetheart, I know you can. Fuck, you look good with your mouth full. Fuck, I am so in love with you.") More often than not, he'd have me painted with his come. He liked to come on my breasts and my face and feed it to me, and I liked it, too.

We did all sorts of things.

He inducted me into erotic spanking, which I'd never done before, but which I found I very much liked. He'd spank my ass and caress the sensitive cheeks of me and touch the bud of me and tell me he was going to wait to fuck me there until the night of our wedding. Now that he knew that I was an anal virgin, he was obsessed with the idea of taking my virginity there after we got married. In a way, we had both kind of latched onto stuff like that as our "thing."

It was the way we were with each other. There was this filthy sacredness to our joining. He desecrated me, but he did it out of love and affection, and it made us both very, very hot, so it wasn't, actually, erm, bad.

I liked submitting to him and he liked possessing me, and it worked as long as we just gave in to our deeper natures. Why fight it when it felt so damned good?

I spent more than half of my hours stuffed full of his knot, truth be told. We were connected most of the night. I tended to fall asleep with him still inside me and wake up to him fucking me, sighing into my ear that he loved being inside my pussy and he wished he never had to leave.

I was flooded full of all kinds of good chemicals. Sex chemicals, orgasm chemicals, and love chemicals. I'd had this silly idea that I'd loved Corentin, but I hadn't known what love was. This was love. I was head over heels for this man. He was everything to me, and I adored him.

If it wasn't that it all seemed too good to be true, I would have been on cloud nine.

But I kept worrying something would happen. I kept being sure of it.

But the days passed, and then the weeks passed, and we were together all the time, and he wouldn't even let me be alone to try on my wedding dress, even though the servants scolded him, saying it was bad luck.

"We're already bonded," he said, running his thumb over his mark. "It's a done deal. I can't be away from her for that long."

We really did not spend time apart. We were together constantly, and if we weren't fucking, we were thinking about how we couldn't wait to get back to his room so that we could be fucking again.

Occasionally, I would see Nikolai or Johannes, either at breakfast—because Dmitri and I would go have breakfast in the parlor for his wing—or in the halls or at various functions—not that Dmitri and I were doing a lot of functions, actually. Since Dmitri and I were pawing at each other constantly, we'd been excused from a lot of things. People found us embarrassing and maybe they gave us a hard time, but I could sense that they also found us endearing. They found our love and connection a kind of sweetness in all of the stiffness and formality of royalty. What we had was real, and they could sense it. They appreciated it. It softened them.

When I saw Nikolai or Johannes, I was always pleased to see them, and I would talk to Dmitri about them.

He was indulgent, kissing my neck. "Whatever my omega wants she gets, of course. I actually have fantasized a whole bunch of times about sharing you with Nikolai. I'd love to see you with another alpha's knot in you, pretty girl. I'd love to watch you suck Nikolai's pretty cock."

"Is his cock pretty?" I'd ask. "I haven't seen it yet."

"Mmm, I'm going to give you Nikolai's very pretty cock like a present you get to unwrap," he would say. "But after the wedding, my pretty little omega? Can I have you to myself just until then?"

"Yes, of course," I would say. "Just you and me, my alpha, my mate, my Dmitri. Lick your mark, baby, please."

He'd lick his mark.

"I'm yours," I'd breathe. "I'm all yours."

"Fuck, yes, you are," he'd say, out of breath. "Fuck, sweet girl, I want my knot in you right now."

"Yes, please, yes," I'd say.

And then, if we were alone, we'd fuck, and if we weren't alone, we'd go somewhere where we could be alone so that we could fuck.

Everything was a whirlwind of sex and bliss and goodness.

So, when it all fell apart, it actually caught me by surprise.

I thought I'd been expecting it, but I wasn't actually prepared.