Chapter 54: Angel’s pride (18+)

Noah’s POV

I didn’t expect my first kiss to be this...bruising.

I’m moaning against his lips, but I need him to stop. Even if I have no choice but to take it, I want this to be special.

"Wait..." I moan, pushing him slightly with my hand on his shoulder.

"Why?" Elias asks.

His voice is breathless, scratchy, and he obviously angry at me.

"He kissed you soft and tenderly, didn’t he?" he rests his forehead against mine.

He’s breathing with the difficulty of a struggling man, but I like that he’s letting me breathe his air.

I’m almost in tears from how good it feels to be near him.

’I’m playing a part...Freya said I have to pretend’ I tell myself in my head.

"Not on the mouth..." I say and Elias pulls back from me, bracing himself on his elbow.

"What?" his brows furrow.

"He didn’t kiss me on the mouth. I haven’t been kissed there before" I say, and the more I talk, the more his eyes soften. It might just be an illusion, but his eyes seem less hard, and more...tender.

"Fuck...I’m your first?" he asks like he’s confused.

"Yes, I was saving it for- mmgfg" he shuts me up with another kiss.

This time, he takes his time with the kiss, and I melt into the sheets.

Elias places one hand under me, holding my nape as his mouth slowly molds mine.

The way his lips move against mine beats every imagination I’ve ever had about kissing, and it ruins every image the movies I saw planted in my head.

It’s otherworldly.

I whimper as his tongue brushes over my lips.

"Open" he breaks the kiss to say, and I open my mouth.

My eyes immediately slip shut when his tongue meets mine. I taste the mint on his tongue, and I think I understand why people turn into addicts.

"Move with me" he whispers and I try my best, I move my tongue with his.

It’s slow, sensual, and heavenly.

Elias moans against my mouth and I lift my leg to hook it around his waist. It’s a subconscious act, but I need to feel him against me.

"Ahh..." I moan when he grinds his hips into me, giving me pressure in the right place.

"Angel, ask...ask for it" he says, grinding into me again.

How can he call me Angel and tell me to ask for sin?

"You want this, don’t you?" he asks as he moves down to kiss my jaw and I nod, baring my neck further for him to take whatever he wants from me.

Everything.

"Then ask, ask and I’ll fucking give it to you" he says, coming back to my mouth, he leans in like he wants to kiss me again, but he doesn’t do it.

I chase his lips and he grips my nape harder, forcing me back to the bed.

It hurts, but I want him. I want this and it’s for pretense.

"Take me...I...take me, please" I say as my cheeks turn red and he scoffs; his warm breath hits my face and I feel my body shake with a need that’s forbidden.

It’s for...pretense.

"Say the word, you are no one’s prince in this room. You’re my possession and you do what I tell you" he says.

The softness is gone, the intensity is back, but welcomed.

He wants me to say a dirty word, my cheeks are burning, my cock is throbbing, and my heart is pounding.

I can’t do it...

"Should I leave?"

"No!" I respond so fast that it shocks even me.

"Speak" he growls.

"F-fuck me" I whisper and he groans, dropping his head to mine again.

"Again" he whispers.

"Fuck me, please" I repeat in a stronger tone.

"I told you I’ll make you want me" he says, lifting himself up and yanking my pants down in one move.

The cool air of the breeze blows over my naked lower half, but I don’t feel shame.

The alpha’s eyes are no longer on me, and most of his weight is gone. I would have missed them if his fingers aren’t tracing the inside of my wet thigh.

The soft skin of my thighs is glistening with slick and he’s playing with it.

"Look at how wet you are, Angel. Wet for death" he mutters.

My body understands the words better than my brain does, my cock jerks against my stomach, and my legs shake.

"Do you remember everything for the first time?" he asks and I nod.

It’s just in memory, but I remember.

"You remember the way you moaned my name? Begged for me? Took my cock?" he asks and my back arches off the bed.

My balls feel tight, and more slick keeps sliding out of me.

"Please..." I gaps and the alpha spread my legs. He slowly runs his hand up from my thigh to my middle.

I’m shaking so hard.

"So...wet" he mutters.

Elias takes my balls in his hands and I see a flash of heaven as he starts to massage them.

The tightness in my lower belly grows worse, and I’m afraid I’ll cum too soon.

"So needy. Shame...Winslow called you a Saint, didn’t they, omega?" he ask and this time, he takes my swollen cock in his hand.

"Aghh!" I cry out, hips thrusting up and down into his palm.

Just that single act of wrapping his fingers around me pushes me off the edge, and I’m spilling white seed all over myself.

My mouth is opened in a silent scream, jets of cum spray over me, and my fingers grab the sheets under me.

"Perfect..." Elias says, watching my face with an intensity that feels inhumane.

He looks like a scientist learning the way an organism works. My body keeps twitching with my orgasm, and he doesn’t stop looking at me.

His dark eyes hold mine as he rubs his hand over the sensitive head of my hardness. The alpha gathers my cum in his hand and bring that same hand down to my hole.

"Spread" he orders, his breathing turns shallow as I open my legs.

I break our eye contact to look at what he’s doing...and goddess, the visual is filthy in the most desirable way possible.

He spreads my cum over my tight hole...and I don’t know why that makes me feel hot all over.

My jaw drops at the way he slips one finger into me while using my cum and slick as lube.

Goddess...goddess...the feeling washing over me is not pretense.

My walls clench around his finger, and he pulls it out. The alpha slides two fingers in and I gasp, eyes almost shutting from the way he’s stretching me.

"Goddess..." I whimper and one of his free hands suddenly grabs my throat.

"Not her. Me" he snarls in my face.

I turn my head to the side to escape. His eyes, his fingers, his body...I can’t escape him, I can’t play pretend either.

"Call out my name, Noah. Call out my fucking name" he orders and I refuse to.

My pride might be in the mud, but it’s still here.

"N-no" I moan.

"My name. Call out my name" he insists and I shake my head.

The alpha let’s out a short and cold laugh.

"You will call my name, I will make you" he says and suddenly gets off me.