Elias’s POV
I take two steps forward and the omega keeps looking at me with glassy blue eyes and pink parted lips.
He’s fucking beautiful in a way I have never noticed in anyone else. Too beautiful to be real.
His tongue is peeking through his teeth. He’s biting down on it, and a part of me wants to press down on the pink muscles till he cries for mercy.
Till he begs me to stop.
My eyes take their time to map out his body.
I’ve seen him naked already. I’ve seen the way his nipples tighten from cold air. I’ve seen the way his skin reacts to higher temperature.
I watched him sleep for over thirty hours. I know what he sounds like when he’s in pain and his senses are unconscious of it.
And that’s exactly how he sounds right now. The sound he’s making is broken moan, weak, pathetic, and not right.
My belonging is in pain and I didn’t cause it or permit it.
"Cover yourself" I say and he shakes his head, making beads of sweat drop off the tip of his golden hair. He’s sweating so much even though he’s completely naked under the AC.
"Noah" I growl his name. I’m already getting impatient with him and it has been less than five minutes since I arrived.
"I want-" he stops to gasp, dropping his right hand between his legs to cup his cock. A small, deep red shaft that is erect and dripping precum.
"I want- nghh" he moans, squeezing himself and throwing his head back to chase the feeling. His chest is pushed out and I feel my restraints threatening to snap at the sight of his tight nipples.
Temptation.
Death doesn’t get tempted.
I storm into the bathroom and pull a towel off the rack. I return to throw it at him to cover his body, but he only cries out like he’s on fire.
"Please. Please. Please...please...touch me, please" he begs, repeating the word over and over like the mechanical ticking of a clock.
Noah Goldsmith, son of the governor. According to the city guide, he’s a model omega, famous for his self-control and dignity.
According to what I’ve studied from him, he likes to be touched...but he would never beg to be touched by a villain.
Something is wrong.
I take a step forward and he moans, still pursuing pleasure by fucking into his fist. This is not an omega in heat.
I lift my nose to take whiff, but I mostly smell coconut in the air. The smell isn’t a bad one, but it isn’t what I claimed.
My properties are not supposed to get modified by anyone unless I say so.
I place one hand on his cheek and he tilts his head to rub his face into it while panting. He looks like a dog seeking affection. Beautiful...just beautiful.
"Hmm...m-more?" he asks in a shaky voice and I grip his cheek, forcing him to look at my face.
"Eyes on me, omega" I command quietly and he tires to obey, but fails. His pupils are dilated, his bottom lips are trembling and his nose is pnk like he’s about to cry.
"I- would- would you f-f-take me?" he asks, using the word ’take’ instead of ’fuck’.
I don’t care how he asks, my answer is the same.
"No"
"But it hurts...everywhere hurts" he pleads, shutting his eyes as my other hand cup his other cheek. I’m holding him gently because he’s new and shiny, but I want to crush him.
Why is controlling my body when I should be controlling his?
My body is entirely awake. My cock is filled with blood, growing heavy and stiff in my pants. My nostrils are flared, fighting against coconut to find his scent. My eyes are scanning his body for injuries.
"What hurts?" I ask.
"My belly...h-here" he touches his lower stomach, then slides his hand between his leg, reaching for his intimate part.
His hole.
Maybe virgin.
He’s at the age to no longer be a virgin in this generation, but he’s at the status to remain one. The city’s angel.
"You want me to fuck you?" I ask in a quiet voice and he nods frantically, I don’t need to see it to know what he’s doing.
He’s trying to finger himself.
The smell of coconut is everywhere like an airborne plague, but I’m starting to smell him through it..sweet sweet strawberry.
’My favorite flavor’ my alpha says, and immediately I take my hands off him, he jumped off the bed. He surges forward carelessly, jumping on my body and tipping us over.
Hell.
For the second time, because of him, my head hits the floor and a pain that I barely register shoots through my body.
"Noah. Up" I snarl and he shakes his head, sitting on the bulge of my cock and rubbing himself all over me.
"It hurts- it hurts- p-please" he begs and I grab him by the neck, lifting him off me and slamming him on my bed.
The omega gasps as I squeeze his neck. I’m seeing nothing but black, and black means death.
"When I command, Noah. You obey" I say in a dark voice that only shows itself when I face enemies as my real self.
Noah is trying to drag air into his lungs, thrashing under me and slowly turning blue.
I want to pull his sorry excuse of a robe up and take him raw and hard. I want to see how he breaks under me, but not now. Not with aphrodisiac in his system.
Yes...I can smell the aphrodisiac on him.
I’ll find the person who did this to him and kill the person.
"Can’t...breathe" Noah wheezes as I deprive him of air, and I just stare blankly. Eyes hard and lacking emotions as I choke him till he passes out.
Mother will have to forgive me, but more of his employees family will have to buy new burial grounds.
I won’t stop till there’s rumors of death roaming the streets.