Chapter 56: Angel’s surrender (18+)

Elias’s POV

He’s crying under me.

An alarm bell goes off in my head as I stop everything.

Noah’s face is pressed into the sheets. My sheathed cock is buried in his ass. He’s crying, and I’m caught off guard.

My cock throbs from the sound of his sobs...I never knew I had a thing for seeing an Angel cry.

"Fuck" I hiss, slowly pulling out of his warmth and hating the way his warm hole clenches around nothing and the way his slick slides out.

I forget why I stopped in the first place. My eyes follow the trail of slick that slides from his hole, down his perineum, and down to his balls.

My cock should be coated in his sweetness, unfortunately, we’re both proud.

I won’t fuck him unless he says my name. And he doesn’t want to say my name. Proud.

I flip Noah to his back and his cries soften.

"Too much?" I ask, trying my best to ignore the way my cock twitches for him.

The omega shakes his head, breath hitching as he sobs, and I shut my eyes to ward off the lust building in me.

I know I have more control than this, yet I want to consume him completely. Why the hell am I struggling to keep my head levelled and my mind subjected?

"I’m not- I’m not a dirty whore" Noah says and I breathe a sigh of relief.

"You don’t like when I call you that?" I ask and he nods.

"Angel, I want Angel" he says with a weak voice and something in my chest feels like a zoo has been unleashed.

He’s not crying out the bondage. He’s not crying about the pain of how hard I was fucking him. He’s crying about the title.

"You’re not a whore, you’re my angel" I say and he moans, nodding in agreement to me.

"I won’t call you that" I murmur and place my hand on his chest.

I want to take the rubber off my cock.

I want to dive in and feel him, but am still holding my demand over his head.

"I’ll call you an Angel. But I need you to say my name, so we can end this game" I murmur and his back arches off the bed.

"You want to be fucked, and I want to fuck you" I tell him running my fingers over his sensitive nipple and he whimpers, hard cock dripping precum all over his stomach.

My omega came some minutes ago and he’s already hard.

"Say it Angel, and you’ll have death at your command" I whisper.

"E--" he starts but stops and the corner of my lips lift in a smile. My cock is throbbing, my balls are heavy and full, begging to be emptied in an omega...no, in my omega.

"Yes?"

"Elias" Noah surrenders by breathing out my name.

The temperature in the room rises. Why does my name sound so right on his tongue?

"Perfect. You’re perfect, Angel. So good" I praise him, dipping down to kiss him on the mouth. My tongue slides into his mouth, and he opens for me.

The way we kiss is filthy.

It’s slow. Possessive. Deep. And dirty. Very dirty.

I break the kiss and he keens; his eyes are flashing the bright blue of his omega’s lust. His fingers are twitching for freedom, but he can’t do anything with them.

He’s completely at my mercy and I watch his eyes turn darker with way his pupils are blown.

"Elias? Fuck me?" he asks without being prompted and I bow my head.

Ah yes...the corruption of death.

I move my wet tongue over his scent gland and lap at the sensitive part.

The omega screams so loud that I’m sure security would come knocking.

His pink little cock sputters cum all over his stomach again, and I’m pleased. I’m pleased at how easy it is to make him fall apart under me.

I don’t have a heart like other men...I don’t have the fire of lust in me; but somehow he makes me burn.

I drag my tongue over him again, tasting my soap on his clean skin. The more I lap at him, the more he smells like me and him.

Ice and strawberry.

Strange but ours. There’s no trace of Roman. Only me and him.

Only me, Elias Deus, his first kiss and his first lover.

I pull the condom off my cock, throwing it somewhere across the room and giving all of my attention to Noah.

My fingers dig into the milky skin of his thighs as I lift him and position him. His back is on the bed and his hips suspended for my penetration.

The anticipation and need to take him raw causes my cock to go into over drive.

I will feel no shame for knotting and cumming too soon. He already came twice for me.

"Elias...yes" he moans as the blunt tip of my head brushes over his hole. I don’t tease, I don’t play, I just fuck him

I give him and I take what we’ve both been vying for.

The rhythm is messy as I thrust into him, and his restrained hands clench into a fist. My head stays on him, I’m obsessed with the way he tastes.

The smell of his strawberry pheromones are rich. So rich that I can almost taste it.

Feeling myself get scent drunk from him, I pull back. Brace myself and hold him even better.

I see what the new angle does to my Angel.

His eyes roll back in his head, his body twitches, and his ass rock back down to meet my cock.

"Hmm hmm...Elias!" he screams.

He’s too good at taking me. Too good at making me want to taste life again and again.

He’s perfect.

My pretty rock is perfect.

With a shout of my own, I shatter inside him.

My knot swells to it full side and I thrust it into him, forcing his rim to take the thickness at the base of my cock.

I lose control of my body as hips grind, pushing the head of my cock deeper into him.

Noah stops moving under me as I cum; and when I try to move, I can’t.

My body has gone into an impossible mode of rest, and I fall asleep...

It was supposed to be about making him surrender. Why...why am I surrendering too?