Chapter 50 My Sweet Prince
My Sweet Prince
Kol
“We should get a hotel room!” the mean, little omega says.
I raise my eyebrows at her, and she scowls at me.
She throws her hair back and bobs her head at me.
Her cute face is doing its best to look intimidating.
I’m sure other people find her scary, but I think a little nip at her nose would reveal her charming personality.
“Not you and me. I think Locke and I should get a hotel room. I’d like to be knotted!” she declares, and many heads turn our way. I block my beta from them instinctively. “And I think you should go get your own room and leave us all alone.”
“Ro. God!” Mads chides.
“What?” she asks all innocently. He rolls his eyes.
“Kol,” Mads pulls at my belt loop in my pants, yanking me even closer. His hands glide up to my harness, and he gives it a tug, the leather pinching my skin. “Do you want to get a room with me? Leave these two to their activities?”
A room with my beta. A room where I can shut everything out and just focus on him?
It’s not lost on me that he wants to be in a room with me, alone. The Mads I met in the cafe would never suggest such a thing.
I answer his question with a kiss on the lips. I feel that when we kiss, I can hear his thoughts. His playful, naughty thoughts. He bites my tongue, and I push myself further into him. Bite me harder, beta.
“Fine, whatever. I guess you and Mads can bunk up…” Ro says, but we aren’t listening. Her jealousy is drowned out by Mads and I making out lewdly in front of the club. Locke distracts her with his own touching, and she loses her steam on the matter.
Mads and I walk to Sky Nest. Locke and Ro take a car. I know how much Mads loves to walk. I wonder why, as we make our way the quarter mile through the city. I don’t want to ask him. I want to figure it out on my own. My own Mads mystery.
I check us in and request a private room. They ask us if we have bags, and I tell them they are on their way. The woman doesn’t believe me. She does not wait until I step away to ask Mads if he’s ok.
Which both of us find kind of sweet.
It’s nice to know someone in this hotel has safety on their mind.
In the elevator, I relive fucking Cadi in here. Having her thick, delicious thighs wrapped around my waist, holding on like I was her only man.
I slide my hand across Mads’s stomach, my pinky going under the waistband of his pants. I can feel his arousal. What a sexy elevator. It dings on our floor, and he heads out first.
I follow after him like a dog.
His loyal dog.
Mads opens our door, and I hold it open while he passes through into the chilly air. He chooses the cuck chair and sits down in it, and I make sure the door is locked.
“So what’s up with you and Ro?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Uh huh. Right. It’s either going to end with you getting stabbed or the two of you fucking.”
“Hopefully both…” I mumble.
Mads scoffs at me.
I sit on the edge of the large bed in the middle of the room and bend down to remove my shoes.
When I sit back up, Mads stands in front of me.
The look in his eyes makes my world stop.
The room is in half-light. The curtains are open to the night sky overlooking the river.
There’s no other light than the moon coming in through the glass, lighting up my man.
His hand comes up to my face, and he touches me so softly.
Then, without a word, he pushes me back onto the mattress.
He leans over me, a knee pressing into the bed, and kisses my face.
I feel his shadow of a beard scruff against my skin and everything.
It’s a long kiss. I close my eyes. He kisses my other cheek, again, long and sweet with his whole face.
He kisses my eyebrow with the same care. I rumble in my chest, revealing a purr.
He kisses my hair. My chin. Both of my eyelids.
My hands absentmindedly reach for him. I start tugging at his clothes. He responds by sitting up and taking off his clothes. All of them. I match him, removing my pants and underwear. Even my leather harness. My cock stands at attention. He’s got a great cock. Very suck-able. It responds so well.
“How do you want me?” I ask, knowing he likes to set the scene.
His eyebrow quirks up.
“Would you take me?” A genuine question. From his pocket in his pants that are thrown over a chair, he pulls out lube and a condom.
“A condom?”
“It makes it easier for clean up.”
“Mads, I’ve fucked a lot of people. I rarely get the chance to do something new. Is this how you like it?”
“Yes,” he answers soberly.
My whole body tingles.
“I’d do anything you want.”
“I struggle with being on top,” he admits. “So, we may need to do this a little differently.”
He takes off his shirt and reveals his tight muscles. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him. He kneels in front of me, using my hands to help him get down smoother.
“I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to fuck you.”
Ok, sir. Damn. Fuck me.
I prop myself up to watch.
He sticks his tongue out and makes eye contact, and I watch as he bends down, then licks me with the flat of his tongue from root to tip, gliding over my knot.
If I wasn’t horny then, I’m definitely turned on now.
He licks me again and again, then finally takes me into his mouth.
“Oh my god.” My eyes close, but I wrench them open.
“Did you notice you were the hottest man in that club? The strongest alpha? I think you were the tallest, too.”
Fuck fuck fuck. My hands grab his hair and shoulder.
“Everyone else noticed. I think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met, Kol.”
My mouth hangs open, and he sucks me down again. He pops off and takes over with his hand, pumping me with his saliva as lube. The effect it has on me is enough to get me high.
He pops off of me, but dominates to pump my cock with his hand.
“When you took me to that gym with the spa, that’s when I first thought of us together naked.
I have the image burned into my brain of you sliding your pants down your fucking thick, hairy thighs.
I wondered if you would take my cock or if I’d take yours.
I wanted you to be someone I’d get down on my knees for.
I had this fantasy where we were at a nice dinner, and we’d sneak off to the bathroom, and I’d suck your cock and swallow your cum.
Then we’d go back to the table like nothing had happened. ”
Mads sucks me back down. He doesn’t keep the slow, steady strokes for long. He’s now choking his dick hard. Before I nearly come, he stops to continue his insanely hot story.
“I wanted that threesome with Cadi just as bad as you, Kol. I wanted it to be more. To go further. We could have all fucked all night. I wanted to do it all again. I wanted to do more. I wanted us both inside her at once. She’s so good to you.
She takes your cock so well, like the good omega she is… ”
I’m close. Any second.
“Don’t come yet,” he commands gently.
“Fuck!” I groan but pull back and nearly jump out of the bed to obey.
“Good boy.”
“Fuck you, Mads. Oh my god.”
I have a thing for talking during sex. Any verbal play actually can do me in. How he knows this is beyond me. He tells me everything he was thinking about while fucking Ro in the car. I breathe through my nose and grind my teeth the entire time.
“Ok, you’ve been good. You can take it home. Want me to describe what I thought about doing to you when I ate Cadi out while she was in your lap?”
“Yes.” My voice is shuddering and desperate. His eyes look up and lock with mine.
“I wish your cock could have been in her ass while I ate her out, but this time, your teeth would be exposed and in her neck. I wanted to suck her clit and be trapped between her creamy thighs while you fucked her ass and bit her neck…”
That does it. I come, and it pours down his hand, fisted around his cock.
“Goddamnit. Fuck!” I growl. My brain swirled, and my vision blurs.
“You have a very dirty mouth, you mother fucker.”
“I want you on the bed. On your side.” His voice is spectacularly sexy. Low and commanding. It’s better than an alpha bark because it promises more pleasure and rewards.
“Anything. Anything. Anything,” I chant, as I twist and crawl up the bed.
My leaky cock is already hardening again.
I feel his presence climb up behind me. He directs me on how he wants me with light touches, and I obey happily.
He can’t hide from me. All his control is a mask.
Underneath, he’s excited and horny as a freight train.
Just like me.
I want this so bad. I want him to take me. To claim me. To choose me. I cannot believe he is here with me. That he loves me. He wants me. He loves this life I have to offer him.
A beta who hated alphas…loves me.
I knew he was pack the moment I saw him in the restaurant. I knew it. Just like I knew with Locke. And Oscar. And Acadia.
Just like I knew with that little omega, Ro. She was just too young.
I knew she’d find her way to us.
Mads casts his hand down my back and then pulls me closer to him by my hip. We are lying on our sides, and I’m tucked into him.
“How much prep does an alpha need?”
“I’m your first alpha?”
My entire body lights up with elation.
Mads finishes slicking his cock with the lube and then places his hand at my back entrance.
“Yes, alpha. You’re my first. I wanted you to be my first. But I’m going to take Locke soon.”
For some reason, that makes the primal part of me roar. He wants that. He wants to see that. Locke will be able to take Mads really well. He’s so eager to please.
“I don’t need much prep.”
He still gives me all the attention I need. His slicked-up finger pressing into my asshole, and he’s pleased that I wasn’t lying. I sigh, and I move back, demanding more. He gives my asscheek a little slap.
“Be still, alpha.”
“Ok, My Sweet Prince.”
I cry out as he adds a second finger, and then a third finger, working me, making me ready for his cock. Pretty soon, the head of his cock replaces fingers, and he readies himself with his tip pressed into me.
“Ready?”
“Yes, Mads. Fuck me. Please, yes.”
He pushes into me swiftly. I cry out, and he lies across my back.
Before I can get used to his invasion, he starts pulling back and fucking me.
It’s incredible. I feel so alive and loved.
I can’t describe it any other way. Mads, my beta, is fucking me and I’m loving every second of it.
I lay my leg out, and he works himself inside of me.
It’s just skin to skin. Bodies. Sweat. Grunts.
Fucking. And a perfume of his sweet croissant smell mixed with my fall leaves. A perfect match.
Mads asks, in his desperation, if he can come in me, and I’m crying out, yes! He spills himself in me, and I want more. I want him to do it again. I want us even closer than this.
“More,” I pant.
“Of course you want more.”
I take him to the shower, and I soap him up, then get him to come down the drain with just my hand around his cock, and my finger in his ass. When he’s dry and in bed, I show off my lack of gag reflex. He’s very impressed.
It’s nearly dawn when Mads reveals to be he knows how to eat ass.
I love my insatiable beta.
The sky is pink, so I shut the blackout curtains, and we curl up into each other, finally falling asleep as we should. Wrapped up together, like the two lovers we are.