Chapter 122 Fondling his cock!

Chapter 122: Chapter 122 Fondling his cock!

Back at the cottage, Noah and the others had taken their positions where they would be sleeping, and he was now arranging the place for the alphas. The space was cozy, with large furs spread across the wooden floor and pillows piled high against the walls. Noah moved methodically, fluffing pillows and adjusting the furs until everything was perfect.

"I don’t know how it would be for us six, but please don’t squash me to death," he announced, his voice carrying a hint of playful nervousness.

They all nodded in agreement, their eyes following his movements with varying degrees of affection. Noah stretched his arms above his head, feeling the pleasant ache in his muscles. He was tired and would have loved to sleep now, but his stomach growled loudly, reminding him of his hunger.

"Want some food? I can make something for you?" Eugene rushed to announce it, his voice eager and hopeful.

The alphas turned to him in shock, their eyebrows rising in unison.

"Eugene, when did you learn how to cook?" Damian asked, brushing a silver strand of hair from his temples.

Noah moved closer to help him with that, his fingers gentle as they tucked the white hair away and brushed against Damian’s pale face. "Let me help you."

Lysander gritted his teeth at the intimate gesture, his jaw tightening visibly. But when Noah looked ahead, he flashed a perfect smile, his features softening instantly.

"You were saying?" Noah motioned for Eugene to finish, his attention returning to the eager alpha.

Eugene smiled harder, his confidence growing despite his internal panic. "Well, what I was trying to say is that I can cook for you. A good rabbit stew and fried plantains which you can eat with it."

The announcement was unexpected, but it sounded delicious. Noah’s mouth watered at the mere thought.

Marcus blinked, clearly surprised. "I thought you would start with something easy at least. Maybe you could really use a baby step."

But Noah waved it off, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. "He is stating this so confidently, so that would mean that he knows how to cook. Aren’t I right, Eugene? You’re not doing this to gain my attention, right?"

Eugene smiled back, though there was a flicker of panic behind his eyes. "Absolutely no. Why would I do that? Of course, making a delicacy everyone would love is what I am very good at."

Noah clapped his hands in joy, the sound echoing through the cottage. "Beautiful, because that’s absolutely my favorite meal. I didn’t know how you got it, but thank you for this."

Then Noah rushed forward and placed a heavy kiss on Eugene’s lips before storming off, leaving the alpha stunned and breathless.

Lysander, who had folded his arms across his chest, smirked knowingly. "You’re so doomed. Let me guess, you don’t know how to boil even water. Well, you can always call on me. I can help your ass make the food for you."

He walked away bouncing stylishly with his hands inside his pockets, leaving Eugene groaning in despair.

He didn’t know that Noah would accept so easily. He sucked at anything in the kitchen and would rather learn how to fly than to cook. But after hearing that ridiculous quote about the way to a man’s heart being through his stomach, he just couldn’t stop visualizing. Unfortunately, visualizing was easier than actually cooking.

"I hope you know how to save yourself because now Noah is expecting a delicious cooked meal," Killian giggled and walked away, leaving only Damian and Marcus with Eugene.

"Guys, help me, please!" Eugene pleaded, his voice desperate. "I need this to work. Can’t any of you cook?"

Marcus looked right back at Damian, who did the same. Their expressions were equally helpless.

"Don’t expect me to know," Damian said, shaking his head. "I spent all my time with men in the castle all my life. I never stepped into a kitchen. I don’t even think I know what one looks like."

His words were probably worse than Eugene’s, because at least Eugene knew what a kitchen was for. Damian, on the other hand, seemed completely clueless.

"Hmm, I know the right thing to do," Marcus said thoughtfully. "I think we can handle the basics, just do the easy one. And about the rabbit, we could ask for goggles. And why the fuck did you have to pick roasted rabbit? Do you know how hard it is to roast an animal?"

Eugene shrugged helplessly. Who would have thought that it wouldn’t turn out to be Noah’s favorite food? Oh, heavens, he was screwed.

"And what’s this action for?" Damian questioned, his eyes narrowing. "I have seen how anxious you keep looking. Is everything alright with you?"

Eugene, not wanting to relay his internal struggle, decided not to say anything. He wasn’t particularly close with any of the three alphas, and the two—Marcus and Damian—were biased with one another. He didn’t know their history, but for some reason, they seemed so bonded in real life that he couldn’t even compete with that. He decided to be on his own, though apparently the same thing was occurring with Killian too, who had been a loner at least until Ashton became involved.

"Forget about it. I don’t think it matters. Let’s find this goddamn kitchen and where it is. Does this house even have one?" Eugene asked, already moving toward the doorway.

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Meanwhile, Noah, who had been with the heavenly sword by his side without dropping it, got close to the exit door of the cottage. Before he could leave, he was stopped by Lysander, who immediately began to roam his hands around his arms and back, cupping his ass in his palms.

"Fuck, Noah, I miss you. I want to have you so badly. And now that we are all in my territory, my wishes can all come to pass," Lysander murmured, his voice low and husky.

He trapped Noah right at the wall, slamming his body close to him. Noah inhaled the man’s lemon scent and wafting pheromones, feeling himself getting intoxicated right in his head. The proximity was overwhelming, the heat of Lysander’s body seeping into his own.

"You’re hard. Your erection is poking my belly," Noah complained, even as his body betrayed him by arching closer.

Lysander’s tongue traced invisible lines from his neck to his ear and right to his temples, each touch sending shivers down Noah’s spine. The sensation was maddening, making it hard to think straight.

"Lysander! This is distracting. I am supposed to be here to find out about myself, not getting this horny," Noah moaned, even as Lysander’s hands moved right to his middle legs, grabbing his cock and fondling it through his pants.

"That’s boring!" Lysander said, his voice a low growl. "We can do it all at once. It doesn’t have to be work all day. I am sure you’re tired of always getting work done without fun in-between those moments. It’s full, darling, and I don’t want a dull moment here."

His eyes turned crimson as he spoke, a demonic gleam flickering in their depths. "I am a demon as you know, a son of sin. My mission is always to make you commit sin as long as I am involved. And I am ready for all those to start now."

Lysander began to go down, still fondling Noah’s cock through his pants. Noah’s breath hitched, his hands instinctively reaching for Lysander’s shoulders.

"This is a public place. What if someone—" His mouth was clipped tight by Lysander’s palm.

"Leave it all to me, Noah. We know you want me the same way I want you so badly. Don’t be shy, baby. We are both adults here, and I can make your deepest fantasy come to light. You just have to sit back and watch."

Shamelessly, the pants of Noah fell off his thigh as Lysander pulled them off. Right then, his boxers enlightened his cock outline—huge and hard, straining against the thin fabric. Lysander’s eyes darkened with desire at the sight.

Stroking it at the edge of the boxers, he then began to suck it right through the fabric. The sensation was electric, the friction of the cloth combined with the heat of Lysander’s mouth driving Noah wild.

"Oh yeah, ahhhh! Fuck yeah," Noah moaned, his head falling back against the wall.

Lysander smirked before deepthroating him right away, taking him completely into his mouth. The feeling was overwhelming, and Noah’s knees nearly buckled.

"Lysander, please," he gasped, his hands fisting in the demon’s hair.

But Lysander didn’t stop. He worked him with practiced skill, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip while his hand stroked the base. Noah’s moans grew louder, his body trembling with the effort of staying upright.

"Someone’s coming," Noah gasped, hearing footsteps approaching.

But Lysander didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. If anything, he increased his pace, determined to bring Noah to completion.

AUTHOR NOTE : Mass release will continue dropping so all I need is you guys support and feedback. Love you all so much.