Chapter 55: Angel’s tears (18+)

55

C/w: brief bondage, mild/brief degradation.

Noah’s POV

He’s no longer touching me and his name is suddenly on the tip of my tongue.

My own cum is cooling on my belly, my cock is soft from my orgasm, and my mouth is still open.

There are slight tremors rocking my body, and I whimper, closing my mouth to swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth.

"I’ll make you say it" Elias says, but he’s getting further away from me.

A keening sound is waiting at the back of my throat; I’m not in heat but it feels like it. There is something burning me up from inside.

"Please..." is what I say and the alpha hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and I gulp again.

He pulls his pants down, freeing his cock, and goddess...everything I’ve seen in those movies does not compare.

I lift my eyes to his face, and his eyes are on me.

They are compelling and dark, almost soulless, but they don’t bother me. My eyes drop to his hardness again and goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

His cock is long and pretty in a way I don’t know how to explain. I want to touch it...I want to take a picture of it so I can look at it all the time.

The alpha interrupts my view by wrapping his hand around the base of himself and I whimper in protest.

He moves his hand up, taking it over the curve, and moving it up to the swollen head.

His tip is deep red, and he’s throbbing in his own hand, sending a bead of precum to the floor.

I press my legs together, he’s not touching me but he’s doing things to me.

"My name" he says and I shake my head.

I’m a hungry man denying food, something is wrong with me...I shouldn’t fight against him now, but there’s something about the way he’s looking at me.

He’s setting my body on fire with cold eyes and metallic coldness.

"My name, Noah" he says and I shake my head.

The alpha walks to his bag, giving me a view of his ass, and I blush even harder. I’m the one who’s fully naked, yet I’m blushing for his ass.

He opens the bag and pulls out a packet.

My eyes follow his movement as he tears the pack with his teeth. I keep watching him, unaware of what I’m looking at.

It’s when he finally pulls out what’s within the pack that I realize what I’m looking at...it’s a condom.

"No..." I whine in protest and the alpha doesn’t pay attention to me.

He rolls it over himself, fitting it over the length of his curved cock, and I shake my head again.

I don’t want it! I don’t want it!

"Say my name, Angel, and I’ll take it off" he says stroking himself over the offending latex and I bite back my sob.

Why do I want him to take me without it? I don’t know, but I don’t want the barrier between us.

"Say my name, beg me to fuck you raw..." he says turning around to take something else from the bag.

"...and I’ll give you everything you want. I’ll be your god and answer your prayers" he whispers, pulling out a belt.

My throat goes dry as he walks over to me, cock erect, and black leather belt in hand.

"What are you...what are you doing?" I ask, and he doesn’t respond.

Elias gets on the bed again and I try to get away, crawling backwards on the bed, but he grabs me by the ankle and pulls me back to himself.

"What are you doing?!" I scream.

My mouth is trying to protest; but my cock is starting to fill out again, swelling with hunger for whatever it is that he’s about to do to me.

Elias grabs my hands, harshly pinning them above my head.

My chest rises and falls, nipples tightening from my little fight. And Elias, who remains expressionless, puts the belt around my wrists like they’re cuffs.

"What is this?!" I protest and he growls at me.

The alpha isn’t bulky, yet he’s strong enough to subdue me with only one hand.

"Open" he orders and I moan as he spreads my legs open with his knees.

"My name, Angel, and I’ll make this easy for you" he says and I stubbornly refuse to say his name.

The name is on the tip of my tongue, I am on the verge of saying it, but that part of me that I’ve always hidden under elegance and poise wants to see what he’s going to do to me.

"Fine" Elias breathes out.

One minute, I’m on my back and fighting against the alpha. The next, I’m on my stomach with my ass held up by Elias.

Precum dribbles out of me, dripping to the bed and making a mess.

"Look at you, hungry for cock" he slams into me and I scream out, falling face first into the bed.

"Please!"

"Fuck" he hisses, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass as he holds me up.

My bound hands try to grasp the sheets under me, but they feel useless.

The alpha’s length is so deep inside me and I can feel it tearing me apart in a good way. He doesn’t move yet, he holds me even harder, and one hand reaches for my nape to grab me.

"Screaming please while milking my cock is wrong, Angel. Where is your fucking morality?" he asks through his teeth and I start to pant.

Morality...morality...what’s morality?

Oh, goddess...

He pulls out and slams back in, it’s one hard movement, and I arch my back to feel him. My wet walls close tightly around him, and I feel slick slipping out, but it feels wrong.

He’s wearing that latex!

"Want you...want you..." I start to say.

"Why? You like it dirty? You’re a dirty whore wearing the face of an angel?" he asks and starts to pound into me.

I’m his angel...I’m not a whore.

His thrusts are too good, I can feel him hitting my prostate. I can feel another orgasm building.

"Say my name, Noah. Fucking say it and I’ll give you what you want, fucking dirty little..."

I burst into tears.