The Crown Prince's Courtesan - Chapter 21 🔞
3. First Consummation
The air was thick and sticky. Even when she tried not to look, her gaze clung to the man. Marie had intended to ignore him to the bitter end, but now, she found herself staring in a daze.
Was it because he was an ultra-dominant Alpha? He looked perfect.
Russell reminded her of a well-fed lion, lounging in self-assured ease. Or perhaps a statue — chiselled, cold, and flawless. Through the open folds of his black robe, taut, sculpted muscle filled her vision, each line drawn with unbearable clarity. Marie bit the flesh in the inside of her cheek in startled anger.
The room, spacious just moments ago, suddenly felt suffocating. He was someone used to being attended to, someone who saw no shame in exposing his body. She, on the other hand, was humiliated and flustered.
‘He probably wouldn’t bleed even if I stabbed him.’
It was the first time she’d ever seen a man’s body like this.
‘So obscene…’
At some point, Russell’s eyes landed on her.
The moment their gazes met, her fingers twitched, startled. Marie bit down on her lip, unsure of what to do.
‘What… what am I supposed to do? Am I the one who’s supposed to make the first move? Me, toward him?’
Lounging comfortably in a plush chair, legs crossed, Russell rested his chin on his hand, as if idly curious to see how long she would stand there fumbling. But his patience didn’t last. His brows lifted, clearly displeased.
“You. What exactly are you doing?”
“W-what?”
Marie nearly screamed. She just barely held herself back from flinching like a fool.
“I mean…”
“I thought you were trained.”
“I was.”
She had indeed been trained. But all throughout the lessons, she’d wondered whether any of those instructions were meant to be followed in reality. With trembling eyes, Marie tried to estimate what lay hidden beneath the folds of his robe and winced.
Maybe it was because she was focusing too intently. Because suddenly, she flinched. It wasn’t Alpha pheromones she sensed. It was someone’s scent — a person’s.
“…!”
Her head snapped up instinctively. And there it was — his hard abdomen, right in front of her. Cold eyes peering down from a slight tilt of his head and his hand, large and deliberate, reaching for her face. It all came slowly.
“Hhk—!”
“if you’re going to be a consort, act like one.”
Russell’s fingers slid into her hair. As they grazed her scalp, a shiver raced down her spine. In one fluid motion, he yanked her forward. Her body rose of its own accord.
Her vision swam, and before she knew it, she was sitting in the chair he’d been sitting in earlier. More precisely, sitting on his lap.
“Must I do everything myself?”
“Y-Your Highness!”
“You truly don’t know your place.”
“Wa—wait, what?”
She was aghast. He was not. His large hand slipped beneath the fine fabric of her chemise — a sheer veil of a thing, no more than a dragonfly’s wing.
“Hhn—!”
Her body jerked, but his grip around her plump thigh tightened, forcing a small gasp from her lips.
“Marie Alphrose.”
“Y-yes, Your Highness…”
“It seems you’ve forgotten something.”
“What… have I forgotten?”
Like something skewered on a metal spit, she stared at him frozen. The Alpha was right in front of her. His pheromones began to slowly and imperceptibly seep into the air, like dew settling in a dense forest at dawn. They enveloped her.
There had never been a reason to hide it, so Marie didn’t bother concealing her pheromones either. Her breath began to grow uneven.
“Mngh.”
The tension that had locked her body stiff began to unravel, naturally, almost unnoticeably. The tips of her brxxsts, hidden beneath her robe, stood taut and sensitive. A tremor rippled down her spine.
The hand burrowing between her thighs kneaded her soft, pale skin with an unrelenting grip, leaving behind the faint imprint of fingers. Ahh, Marie bit down on her lip. If she didn’t, the sound threatening to escape would’ve been far louder.
Russell, who had been watching her reactions with unsettling patience, finally spoke.
“Do you understand why I bought you?”
“T-that…”
“Do you understand what it means to be my concubine?”
“I… I do…”
“If you truly understood, you wouldn’t be like this now. Would you?”
The pleasure that had been slowly unfurling inside her evaporated in an instant, doused in cold water by the chill in his voice.
“If I’ve done something wrong… please, tell me. I’ll correct it. Next time I’ll—ah…”
Marie’s eyes reddened at the corners. That large, scorching Alpha hand slipped deeper, into more intimate territory. There was no part of her that wasn’t soft, but her a*s seemed to amuse him. He gripped them roughly, repeatedly, as if he liked the way their roundness perfectly fit into his one palm.
And then, just as suddenly, he let go. Marie’s hands had been braced against his chest to keep her balance, but even seeing that, he offered her no support, no help, no acknowledgment.
“Am I the one meant to serve you?”
“Ah!”
“You think I should open you up, arouse you, service you all on my own?”
His thigh, solid as stone, flexed beneath her. Marie’s body rocked forward. Her legs spread instinctively, and the place between them rubbed shamelessly against him.
“So, Marie Alphrose, take it off.”
