Chapter 133: Request the forbidden (18+)

Noah’s POV

My forbidden request bounces off the temple walls and I hold my breath.

One part of me is proud to make that request and the other part of me is screaming along with the voices in my head.

That part of me is screaming ’blasphemy’ ’traitor’ ’omega bitch’, the noises are getting louder and I’m shutting them down harder.

Those voices in my head no longer have the right to speak to me. They had been quiet when I went through pain, so they don’t get to speak now.

Elias takes a step towards me and my legs wobble as I take a step back. This is a familiar dance between us; I pull, he comes, I run, he pushes.

I fall backwards on the steps, ass landing on the hard surface, and hands gripping the red carpet under me as my wide eyes look up at Elias.

Under the moonlight, the alpha looks...perfect.

His straight nose, his defined cheekbones, his sharp jawline. He’s the definition of perfection.

"Take you?" he asks like he’s trying to confirm what he just heard, and I nod in affirmation.

"You want me to...take you right here in front of her?" he asks, taking his eyes off me to look at the structure behind me.

I also look over my shoulder at the Moon Goddess’s statue and swallow.

The marble of the outer layer is glowing under the moonlight’s silver rays. And although it has no face, I’m so sure she’s looking down at me with her approval. I just know she’s telling me to go on and to get what I want.

"Yes," I answer the question Elias asked a few seconds ago, turning my head to look at his handsome face again.

The alpha isn’t even touching me yet and I can feel the cold heat radiating off him.

A cold heat doesn’t make sense, but it’s real. With Elias, everything abnormal and odd is real.

"You want me to fuck you on her altar like you’re my offering, Angel?" he asks, and I whimper in response.

His deep brown eyes are slowly darkening as he takes in my sight. I must look like the victim of a supernatural being.

I’m resting my back against the hard steps, chest rising and falling with my unsteady breathing, my legs are at an awkward angle, and he looks like he’s haunting me.

"You want me to sink my teeth into you, right in the same place they called you...an angel?" he asks.

His blunt, cold words should shock me and bring me out of this haze, but they don’t. Instead, I feel the wetness of my slick sliding out of me, I feel my heated blood rushing south, and I feel myself running out of breath even worse.

Dear Goddess, I know I’m already ruined, but I didn’t realize it was this bad.

I want everything he is offering and more. I want it right here. I want it in the place where I was thought to be an offering to the first alpha willing to ’own’ me.

"Yes, Elias. Yes" I affirm his words again. I’m already restless and craving everything I know he’s capable of giving me.

Elias Deus is my ruin and my creator. He’s the only deity who dares challenge the Goddess’s place in my heart. I submit to the Goddess and this Elias Deus, the god of death.

The alpha leans in, and I smell the muskiness in his scent.

His pupils are dilated and he’s clearly as aroused as I am. I’m not the only one who enjoys this moment. My eyes drop to his pants and I lick my lips. He’s straining against his fly just as I am.

I reach out to touch it and he grabs my hand, squeezing it in his cold hand.

"How many times do I have to teach you never to code anything with me?" he asks in that cold voice, and I press my thighs together in confusion.

My hardness is throbbing inside my pants, if he speaks to me again, I might embarrass myself and cum. I’m sure my briefs are soaked through with precum and slick.

"You want me to fuck you? You ask me to fuck you, not to ’take’ you" he says and just before he moves away from me, I grab him by his shirt and pull him down on myself.

I can’t let him walk away from me. He groans as our lips meet in a bruising kiss. Elias, probably surprised by my action, braces himself with his hands on the floor by my sides.

Every wet smack, every small groan, and every low whimper born from our dirty kiss is amplified by the large room.

My alpha rolls his hips forward, giving me a feel of his hardness, and my hips buck at the pressure of his cock against mine. Even through our clothes, I can feel his heat. It feels so good.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him like my entire life depends on it...it does. My life does depend on this kiss; it’s the first page to the book called Noah Goldsmith’s life rewritten.

"Ask me, Angel" Elias says breathlessly when he breaks the kiss.

He’s panting heavily as he looks down at me and my pride rears its ugly head. For some reason, like the last time, I want him to make me say it.

I want him to force the words out of my mouth.

"Ask me to fuck you and I’ll gladly do it, I’ll fuck you right here on her altar. I’ll show the Goddess how far her city’s angel has fallen" he says, thrusting his hips into me and stealing my senses.

"Ahh..." I moan, unable to make any sense out of his words.

"Go on, say it. Say the dirty words, I need to hear you" he says, and I wince, hyper focused on the way he’s dry humping me.

"I...I want..." I stutter, eyes rolling back as his teeth tease my scent gland.

Oh Goddess...

"What do you want, baby?" he asks. He’s still moving his hips like he’s fucking me through our clothes, and I give up.

I’m not a fighter. I wasn’t born to fight against him.

"I want you to fuck me" I scream out as he rocks his hips into me even harder.