***CW: This chapter contains s3x!! If you don't want to read smut, then please stop reading after the ══════✮❁•°♛°•❁✮ ══════ marker! From then on is just filler, and you won't miss anything important, I promise***

 “King Scott.” The Alpha bowed, though it was short and she wasted no time straightening herself out so that she could envelope Scott in a hug. Her sea breeze scent surrounded him, but it was on the saltier side, and Scott refrained from wrinkling his nose. He’d never liked her scent, never liked the way that it lingered every time she touched him.

“Princess Emeline.” He greeted in turn, keeping his voice steady despite his heart hammering in his chest. He was thankful that she never noticed. “It’s always a pleasure. How was your trip?”

“Oh, it was fine!” She pulled back so she could look at him, hands still on his shoulders. “I don’t want to talk about myself though. How have you been? I was so sad to hear about your father, Goddess bless him. How have you been handling your new position? That would be difficult on anyone, let alone an Omega.”

“Perhaps we should go inside, Princess?” He suggested, brushing off her questions. He hated how week his voice seemed. Still, he managed to hold his arm out for her to take, “I’m afraid I have other business to attend to, but I can personally show you to your room, at the very least.”

“Kings are always busy, aren’t they? Very well.” The Alpha huffed in a way that was probably meant to be playful, but there was an undeniable hint of annoyance that set him on edge. She took his arm, allowing him to lead her into the Palace and toward her room.

“I do apologize about that, ma’am, but I hope you find the Palace accommodating as always.” He said, and perhaps he was being a bit formal, but it was better to fall back on training than whatever scared mess his instincts were at the moment. He truly hadn’t seen the Princess in a few years, and he couldn’t help but think that any length of time would never be enough.

“You Othebians have always been known for your hospitality, I’m sure I’ll manage until you’re available. Perhaps I’ll take a turn around your gardens.”

“I am courting, so please be mindful if you see any Suitors about. I’m not sure if you’re aware of Othebian courting customs, but I do believe they differ from Lockmere’s.”

Scott tried not to flinch when the Alpha turned her gaze toward him, he could see the anger in her eyes, even if she was hiding it behind a carefully placed smile. “Yes, I did hear that you were looking for a mate. I’ll be respectful, so there’s no need to worry.” She assured, even though her tone was anything but.

They reached her room though, cutting off their stilted conversation. “This is your room. If there’s anything you’re displeased with, do not hesitate to let your maids know. There will be a ball tonight, to welcome you to the Palace, as always.” Scott hadn’t even realized that he’d lowered his gaze, that his shoulders were hunched, until the Princess was tilting his head up, a condescending coo on her lips.

“Still submitting for me, hmm?” She mocked, forcing him to look at her. Scott’s chest was burning as he fought to stay still even if he wanted to put as much distance between him and the Alpha as possible. There was no one around to bear witness to this little exchange, and she knew that too, certainly. “You can pretend to be something you’re not all you want, King Scott, but your body knows who’s really in charge.”

Princess Emeline only laughed as he glared at her, he wasn’t going to encourage her behavior with words. It wasn’t worth it. She let him go, curtseying as if she had even an ounce of respect for him. “You’re as lovely as ever, Scott. I’ll see you tonight.”

He bowed stiffly, pretending not to notice that his entire body was trembling until he was out of her sight.

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“You were rougher than usual.” The words sounded like they might have been a complaint, and Scott paused from tucking himself back into his slacks, glancing towards the Omega who was still sat between his legs. There was nothing but dazed satisfaction on his face, eyes hooded as he palmed himself through his skirts.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked anyway, rebuttoning his pants. He reached to help the Omega up, shifting so that he could crawl into his lap. Levi settled himself, knees on either side of his thighs and hard-on pressing into his stomach.

“Hm, I liked it.” Levi pouted as he pulled a handkerchief from his suit jacket, wiping the spit and cum off of his chin before he’d allow the Omega to kiss him. They had done this a few times, and Scott had learned he was clingy up until the last moment, and then he hightailed it out of the room. He had no interest in cuddling, it seemed, which suited Scott just fine. “Your dick is big for an Omega.” He murmured between kisses.

Scott tried not to feel somewhat annoyed by the backhanded compliment, whining into Levi’s mouth as he ground his hips into Scott’s, still sensitive from having just climaxed. His hand snaked its way underneath the layers of Levi’s skirts, finding purchase in the soft flesh of his ass.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.” Scott noted dryly, moving to kiss at his jaw. “You’re getting slick all over my lap.”

“You’ll smell like me.” He purred, not the least bit embarrassed. Scott gathered the slick he was producing, using it to ease the slide as he finally wrapped his hand around Levi’s dick.

It was when the Omega was climaxing, Scott’s names on his lips, that someone opened the door. Scott immediately stuffed two fingers into Levi’s mouth to muffle his cries, even as he kept stroking his member, milking out the orgasm.

Meanwhile, the person who hadn’t knocked (maybe they should have locked the door, but they were in his study, whoever this is should have been knocking anyway), was standing in the doorway like a deer caught in headlights. Samuel was one of the members of his personal guard, a good friend, actually, but at the moment he definitely wasn’t welcome. The Alpha’s nostrils flared, pupils dilating even as he looked panicked, “Oh… holy shit, I-“

“Samuel.” Scott growled lightly, “Get out.”

Said Alpha scrambled to comply, shutting the door loudly behind him. Scott turned his attention back to Levi then, who was now sucking on his fingers, whining high in his throat as his hips jumped forward, likely from overstimulation. “Are you okay?” He asked, sliding his fingers out of the Omega’s mouth.

“That was so hot,” Levi breathed, slumping forward into Scott’s chest, “I want you to fuck me over the desk.”

Scott laughed out of surprise, even as his dick stirred with interest. “Who am I to deny such a pretty Omega?”