Page 14 of The Omega Princess
All right, here’s the thing. I would never admit this to anyone, because it would not go over well with the kind of guys I spend my time with, but, uh, the alpha princes, there was another thing about them besides that feeling of wanting to do whatever they said.
It was a, um, a sexual feeling.
I, uh… I was attracted to them. Like, all three of them to various degrees. I could swear that I’d never been attracted to a man in my life before I yanked all of them by the lapels into their limousine and stood up to them, heart racing, while I didn’t follow their orders. My cock had been hard the entire time.
Right now, watching him and her together, it was intense. He was an attractive man, taller than me, but not quite as broad. I liked the way his body looked as he touched her, as his hands roamed over her body. I liked watching their lips connect, liked the way that I could infer their tongues were moving.
I was getting hard again.
I was getting…
Shit, what was happening to my cock?
They weren’t looking at me, and I did it fast, stuffing my hand into my pants to rearrange myself because there was suddenly no room in my clothes for…
The fucking knot on the base of my dick?
I yanked my hand out, my heart beating too fast, my stomach flooding with something like terror. What the fuck?
Prince Devlin pulled away from the omega to look at me.
Luckily, I did not still have my hand in my pants, but I thought—if you looked closely—you might be able to see that I had an erection.
“You,” said the prince. “I remember you.”
I inclined my head. “Pleasure to work with you again, sir.” My voice didn’t even sound weird, which was amazing, considering I was two seconds away from having a panic attack.
“You…” He looked me up and down. “Your scent.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Sir?”
He blinked, shaking his head. “Nothing. Um, should we call you Mr. Bennion?”
“Maguire is fine,” I said. “Pretend I’m not here. I’ll only intervene if necessary.”
“But if I go in to her room with her…?”
“My orders are to accompany,” I said.
Prince Devlin sighed, looking annoyed. And, uh, I scented something, something that smelled like annoyance, even though I didn’t think I knew what annoyance smelled like, except… what the fuck was going on with me?
I mean, you know what’s going on, spoke up a voice inside me. You’re presenting as an alpha.
Except I could not present as an alpha, because I was not part of the peerage. And besides all that, alphas typically presented when they were thirteen or fourteen. Not my age. I was twenty-nine.
“This is Eleri,” said Prince Devlin. “She doesn’t have a title yet, but she’s going to get something. And she will be a princess. I know there’s all kinds of stickler rules about addressing us, but when we’re alone, first names are fine. Unless you’d like to be ma’am?” He turned to the omega.
She shook her head. “No, the formality is all very strange for me.” She came over to me, and my heart stopped beating, because she was stunningly beautiful. My knot got bigger and more uncomfortable and my erection twitched inside my pants. She offered me her hand. “I can shake hands with you, right, Maguire?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, but this time my voice was a rasp. I managed to take her hand with mine. Touching her made heat course through my body.
“Thank you for everything,” she said. “We’re sorry if we’re going to be awful. We can’t help it, you see?” She looked over her shoulder at Prince Devlin. She was still holding my hand.
I had a rush of awful thoughts. I thought of pulling her against me, putting my hands inside her shirt, finding her breasts, and making her gasp out a symphony of pleasure as I teased her there, ripping open the slacks she was wearing and finding the wet, ready center of her. I thought of pressing her face first into the wall, tearing her slacks off, and sinking my achingly hard cock, right up to its huge, pulsing knot, into her. I thought about fucking her with abandon while she made little noises—pleasure or protest, I didn’t fucking care—and then filling her full of my come.
I yanked my hand out of hers and tucked it behind my back. I looked over them, my gaze going unfocused. I was trying to center myself.
“Well, I’m going in with her,” said Devlin in a dark, languid voice.
