Chapter 134: Sinner’s red carpet (18+)

Noah’s POV

He dips his head and kisses me like a hungry monster.

His hot, wet tongue slides into my mouth and the wet noise of our kiss gets louder, messier, filthier.

"That’s it...that’s my Angel. Mine. Mine" he says, grabbing the neckline of my hoodie and ripping it down the middle.

I gasp into his mouth at the shocking ripping noise and look down between our bodies.

I’m now half-naked and he proceeds to completely tear the clothes off me, throwing the ruined hoodie to the side, and looking down at my body with dark eyes.

He looks angry, and the smothering heat in his eyes makes my cheek burn.

"I hate that they ruined you for me, Angel" he says and I whine weakly. "But it’s okay, I will ruin you for them too. I’ll ruin you and display you for them to see and regret ever touching you" he growls and I moan in acceptance of my fate.

I can barely keep my eyes open and the heat in the room is suffocating. It’s only been a few days since Elias touched me, but I’m craving him like a starved addict.

"I only want you" I say and he growls with approval at my words. He lowers his head to lick my sensitive scent gland, and a shiver runs through my body.

Elias laughs softly against my neck, hot breath cooling his saliva on my neck. He makes me want to cry with joy.

He’s undoing everything I have ever been taught to know and stand by.

"You think you have a choice?" he asks, pulling away from me and looking at me like he’s demeaning me in an...uplifting way.

"Baby..." he says in a low voice as he slowly takes his long black coat off. "Even if you don’t want me, I will make you want me" he growls as he undoes his belt.

He doesn’t pull his pants or shirt off, but I moan. Something about his possessive declaration turns up the heat in my body. I’m now shimmering with lust.

"Take it off" he says and I pull down my jeans to reveal my lack of underwear. Elias’s dark eyes map out my nakedness, my swollen red cock, my tense thighs, and my soft stomach.

"Fuck...you’ve been naked underneath all along?" he asks and I nod, completely taking off the pair of jeans in our way.

I came prepared.

"I wanted this so bad" I inform and he looks at the statue behind me, smirking at the Goddess as he says the next words, "do you see? He wants me" he says to her.

I look down at myself, watching as a trail of slick slips out of my hole, and slide down the red carpet. It leaves a dark stain and I like it.

This place that used to smell like herbs, old books, and melting candles now smells like strawberry and danger.

"Angel...turn around. Look at her" Elias says and my breath catches in my throat.

"Hurry," he snarls and I obey. I slowly turn around, hold myself up by my hands, and arch my back for him.

Goddess...I once thought I looked like a desperate slut presenting for him, but today it’s much worse.

My eyes stay fixed on the faceless statue, and I moan as I feel his hands on my ass. The alpha kneads the globes, and my eyes flutter shut.

"I need your eyes open, Angel. Keep them wide open" he says as he rubs his thumb over the tight ring of my hole.

"I...Elias..." I whimper; I have no coherent words to say.

I’m leaking precum all over the same carpet I once knelt on to recite an apology to the priests for laughing too loudly.

"Eyes. Open" Elias insists, pushing his thumb in and making jaw drops.

I’m so wet that it’s almost resistance free. This is the inhumane effect he has on me, and I don’t mind. I love it a little too much.

"So wet..." he murmurs.

"Please..." I beg.

My hands are starting to shake. One of his hands is squeezing the flesh of my ass, and the other is fingering me open with two fingers.

"You amaze me" he says and I almost start to cry. The way he pumps his fingers in out of me is slow and torturous. Like always, he’s studying me.

"Please. Please. Please" I chant and he takes his fingers out of me.

My sight blurs as I wait to feel what he’d do next. I’m waiting to feel him inside me.

He lifts my hips to position me for his taking and I look up at the Goddess again. He guides his tip into me, and I forget how to breathe.

It’s been too long.

Like I’m lost in a trance, I stare at the glowing Goddess with my mouth hanging open as he fills me with himself.

The stretch of his cock in me is everything I’ve missed. It’s perfect, it’s everything, it’s mine.

"Oh...fuck" he groans, leaning down to press his face into my nape while I dangle on the edge of heaven and hell. Hell because of the heat surging through me, and heaven because of the pleasure.

He doesn’t move for a few seconds, and I feel the twitching of his cock inside me. He’s just as close to the edge as I am.

It has been only a few days of not being together like this, yet we’re both so needy. We’re needy to point of lacking the stamina men of our ages should have.

"Angel...I’ll knot you right now, I can’t hold back...I fucking miss you" he groans in a strained voice and I whimper.

My brain isn’t forming words, and I understand exactly how he feels...it’s not an erectile dysfunction like I once feared, it’s pure, unadulterated desire.

My warm walls clench around his length, and he moans as he pulls out of me just enough to leave the head of his cock in me.

I hear the dirty sound of our mixture as he holds the position.

He can hold back from fucking me, but I can’t. I might have the face and composure of a saint but I’m not one.

I push my hips backward to take his cock fully inside me again; I need him deep in me.

The alpha gasps as his full balls slaps my ass.

"Nghh" I moan, cock jerking as I continue to rock back and forth on him. I’m using the steps of the altar as an anchor.

Elias leaves me to have my fun, but suddenly, he grabs my hips tightly and starts to fuck me from behind like he’s back in control.

I can hear the clipped voice of a priest teaching us that an omega’s duty is limited to giving pleasure during sex.

I do nothing to fight the doctrine, but the voice grows small as it gets replaced with a sound they’ll brand as demonic; my moans.

I let lose. I scream with each rhythmic thrust. I drop my head as I fight back my orgasm. It’s delicious. The way his long, curved dick hits that spot inside me is deliciously wrong.

An omega wasn’t made to receive pleasure? LIES.

"Go on...cum for me right here, look in her face and do it" Elias orders in a rough voice and my head snaps up.

"Ahh..ah...ah..." the breathless moans leave my mouth and the statue of the Goddess blurs as Elias’s thickening knot kisses my rim.

"Oh..." I howl when he pushes it in and it doesn’t catch.

"Fuck...you’re so tight" he says in a voice I’ve never heard before; broken and hungry. Without warning, he closes his fist around my cock, jerking me off in time with his hip movement.

"GODDESS" I cry out as his knot locks our bodies together and his seed floods my inside.

Lost in the pleasure of the moment, I lose control and spill my cum on the red carpet under me like a sinner.

I’m so wrapped up in pleasure. I don’t think any of the guilt that used to hurt me before will be touching me any time soon...