Chapter 53: An angel’s lust (18+)

Elias’s POV

I haven’t done the main thing I want to do with him and he’s already so pliant on me.

This is why he has been looking at me all day while smelling like that man? Isn’t this?

He wants me too.

I drag my tongue over the soft skin of his neck and his response is a soft whimper. His fingers grab the flimsy fabric of the shorts on him as his body shakes.

This omega doesn’t have any idea what he’s asking for.

How dare he ask me of all people for a reminder?

"You should fight"

That’s the reminder I give the omega and he gulps. I feel the bobbing of his Adam’s apple against my tongue and I want to bite on it.

I should fight too.

But hell.

The way he feels sitting in my lap makes it impossible for me to fight.

How can I fight when he smells like my soap? How can I fight when his skin is warm against my lips? It’s only logical for me to take him.

He’s mine and I can’t reject him.

I take his skin between my teeth and tug; the action is light, polite even, and fucking worth it.

My husband bares his throat for me without being forced into doing it. He gives me more access to himself and I take it. I steady him by keeping my palm on his lower back.

His breathing stutters from how I play with his neck,but I don’t touch his scent gland yet, I want to make him break without touching that part.

Noah moans at the little suck, bite, and lick I’m doing on his neck.

I’m marking mine.

Everyone will see it in the morning.

Everyone including that man, Roman Stiles, will see it. With a growl, I bite down on his neck and Noah screams.

It’s not a scream for help. It’s lust.

So the angel can lust?

The bite is not hard enough to draw blood or break skin; it’s just good enough to leave my teeth marks on him and show everyone what he likes.

"Mffg" Noah moans.

He arches his back to grind down on me and blood rushes to my cock. The omega, feeling it under his body, moves his hips in a small circle and I groan before pulling away from his neck.

"You should fight against me, prince. Am I not the devil you hate, why aren’t you fighting?" I ask.

My voice is hoarse from the struggle happening in me.

I knew I was going to fuck him again.

He was too addictive to only do it once. But I also thought I had enough self control to hold back for a longer time.

"I...don’t want to fight you" he says in a weak voice, and my cock twitches in the prison called my pants.

"Then ask, ask for it" I say and he shakes his head.

That stubborn pride.

He’s quietly begging for it and yet, he won’t ask.

"You placed yourself in my lap after seeing the man your heart wants...yet you won’t ask for it? What game are you playing, angel?" I ask.

"N-none" he stutters.

The same way my body fails me when it comes to him, his words fail him when it comes to me.

It’s pure insanity.

My hands are gripping his waist tightly. My brain is commanding them to let go, but its commands are failing. These hands are uselessly holding on to the omega in the same way I held on to my first meteorite rock.

Beautiful. Exotic. New. And most importantly, mine.

One particular roll of his hips give my greedy cock the right amount of pressure and I lose my fucking head.

"Mmhh" I press my lips together on his skin to muffle my moan, but he hears it, and he rolls his hips again.

Oh hell...

The smell of him is growing thick.

The swelling of the strawberry scent is slow. But even though it’s slow, it grows thicker and thicker than it was some minutes ago.

The inexperienced omega continues to hump me, and I throw my head back to let him play.

"Do you know what you’re doing?" I ask him and he shakes his head at the same time he nods.

I grab him by the nape and make him look me straight in the eyes.

"I don’t- I’ve seen movies" he says, and his eyes are heavily hooded with desire.

His blue orbs are darker now.

"What type of movies?" I ask.

Despite our conversation. He keeps rolling his hips, chasing the swell of my dick under my black shorts.

If he keeps doing this...I’m ashamed to admit that I might cum untouched.

It’s not the pressure. It’s the way my smell is on him. It’s the desire he’s expressing. It’s the way the golden angel of Winslow is cracking on top of me.

"Tell me" I shake him.

"Bad...bad ones..." he rasps.

I snake my hand to the front, cupping his swollen cock, and rubbing it gently.

He feels stiff and through the short, I can feel his wetness.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Hmm, Elias..." he moans my name.

"Did you ever do anything with Roman?" I ask.

The omega presses his lips together in stubbornness.

He doesn’t get to mess my head like this.

He doesn’t get to stay in another man’s arms all day, laugh with Lucas, and then sit my lap like this without breaking for me.

"Get off" I order him even though I don’t mean it.

"Please...please...I..." he says, falling against me.

I pick him up.

And the moment I pick him up, he wraps his legs around me, waking a desire for me to hold him against the wall and fuck him raw.

I have a new need to pounding him against the wall till the hotel calls the security.

"Everyone...they’ll hate if they know I saw those types movies...I can’t talk about it" he says and I throw him on the bed.

He bounces and I climb over him.

"Did Roman know?" I ask, voice low and cold.

"Only one" Noah says breathlessly.

"And what did you do?"

"He kissed me" he says and I slam my lips against him

The moment our lips meet is the moment I realized...this is our first fucking kiss.