Chapter 139: Heart disease

Elias’s POV

I sneak out my tongue to catch the bead of blood running down my mate’s neck.

My mate.

Noah is no longer my forced husband; he’s now my mate. He’s mine and no one can take him from me. Not Julian, not Roman, not his father, and not even the Goddess herself.

The metallic taste of his blood spreads through my mouth and it’s not enough.

I run my tongue over my mating bite to take more of him. I need more of him. More. More. And more. And no matter how much more I take, it will never be enough.

In the same way his mouth tastes perfect and his slick tastes divine, his blood tastes irresistible.

There’s a loud noise of three gunshots and they startle Noah in his sleep. I growl protectively and hold him closer. With my arms around him, I turn our bodies around so I can see the door.

Lucas is standing by the door with his gun held upwards. He blows air at the muzzle of the weapon and steps over the dead bodies of the men he just murdered.

One of those men watched me fuck my omega in their precious purification basin. He waited till I knotted Noah before going to get reinforcements. Bastard. I would have killed him myself if Lucas didn’t do it.

"Howdy partner" Lucas says loudly and I scowl at him with disapproval. The way his voice is bouncing off the walls makes me want to kill him. My mate is sleeping.

"Is the car ready?" I ask in a cold tone. I’m holding Noah to myself as closely as possible, and my cock is still deep inside him. I came inside him twice after the bite. I couldn’t resist.

"Yeah, look, E. I know you’re kinky and all that shit..." Lucas starts as he tucks his gun away.

"But let me recommend something to you. It’s called a bedroom, repeat after me. Bed-room" he says with exaggerated gestures and I huff.

"The fascinating thing about a bedroom is that, it’s private, it has doors, and it’s yours" he adds. "Are you done?" I ask with boredom in my tone and he gives me a flat look.

"You two are disgusting by the way. I’ll be praying for your souls" he says with a fake shiver before leaving the temple.

I wake Noah up gently and the omega opens one eye first. I pull my cock out of him and he frowns at me. "No...put it back" he whines, opening the other eye to look at me with sleepy blue eyes.

"It’s time to leave" I say.

Fuck. I need to work on my tone. I should be tender, not...robotic.

"Leave me?" Noah says in a sleepy tone.

"What?"

"You’re leaving me?" he asks in a small voice and I chuckle. He can be a bit cute when he’s not being annoying.

"We’re going home, Noah. I’m not leaving you" I say and get out of the basin first. I hold out my hand and stay close to guide him out.

"Careful" I murmur. And when he slips, I catch him. I carry him to the steps and help him into his discarded jeans. It’s his only clothing that I didn’t ruin.

As I button his pants, the omega scrunches his nose. Curious about him, I tilt my head. I’m always curious about Noah and what is going on in his head.

"What?" I ask.

"It smells like...sex and murder in here" he says, tipping his head back to stare at the moon. "It really smells like a lot of blood" he says and I shrug. Dismissing him, I put my shirt on his body and button it up.

The omega finally squints and looks around the dimly lit temple.

"Oh my Goddess. Elias, we can’t leave here without cleaning up!" he says.

He’s finally awake and suddenly panicking, but I ignore him. I need him to look presentable. His body is mine only.

"Elias!" he hisses and I refuse to look at him.

I don’t want to look at him. If I do, I’ll kiss him, and if I kiss him, I’ll fuck him again. I can’t do that. We’ve done enough fucking for tonight.

"Hey" he pokes his finger at my forehead, and I force myself to look up.

"What do you want now, Angel?" I ask and he looks at me with mortification. "Everywhere is a mess. Look over there" he points at a pool of cum in the spot where he seduced me.

The place he sat on one hip like a skilled minx, attractive, glowing with moonlight and fuckable.

"The priests will be here in the early hours to carry out some religious rites, they shouldn’t see...that" he spits out and I sigh.

"They shouldn’t see the cum that came out of your ass after I fucked you on their altar with your eyes on their goddess?" I ask bluntly and Noah’s jaw drops. His face turns beet red and I smirk at the look on his face.

My shy cherry blossom boy is back.

"Yeah. You know what? Let’s just go" he murmurs and I smirk as he gets up.

I button my pants. Pick up my coat. And follow my mate. As Noah leads the way to the door he suddenly stops in front of the men Lucas killed.

"You..." he starts.

"Lucas" I say abruptly.

"Goddess. You people are really going to hell" Noah grunts. The omega looks guilty as he walks around the men.

While he stays respectful, I stay disrespectful. I kick the hand of one of the dead men out of my way. I shove my hands into my pockets and cross over their bodies.

They don’t mean shit to me.

They worked for men and women who abuse young pups. They deserve a worse death than this. They deserved to be flayed for their sins.

We arrive at the car, and Lucas wrinkles his nose as Noah gets in the backseat.

"For the love of everything filthy, you smell like you just had a long bath in cum" he says and Noah covers his face with both hands. "Elias" he moans my name like he didn’t beg for it.

"Damn, you’re really down bad for this asshole" Lucas says and Noah groans in fake protest.

I settle in passenger’s seat and freeze when I feel something strange in my chest. It feels like my heart is suddenly housing butterflies and they’re giddily flouncing around.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Do I have a serious heart disease?

I look at the rearview mirror and the look on Noah’s face matches the way my heart is fluttering.

I blink slowly with realization. Oh. The mating bond has been activated. My alpha is feeling a part of what his omega is experiencing.

He feels so...lighthearted and pure.

Those are feelings that are foreign to me. They are feelings that were killed from the moment Julian kidnapped my brothers and I.

Noah finally meets my eyes in the mirror, and I break the eye contact as my heart skips a beat. I thought biting him would mean I get to own him...I’m afraid it’s the other way around.

Lucas drives us smoothly to the Goldsmith homes and before we get out of the car, I give him a reminder. "We leave for Winslow by eight a.m. tomorrow" I say and he waves his hand to dismiss me.

"Whatever, fuck off. I need to listen to some ABBA to heal myself of the trauma you sinners just gave me" he says.

Asshole.

"Goodnight, Lucas" Noah waves and Lucas zoom off while blasting and belting out I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston.

It’s not too late to murder my own best friend, is it?