Noah’s POV
"No" I push the blanket off me.
I feel so cold, yet at the same time, it feels like real flames are licking over my body.
"More water" someone says and I’m doused with more water.
I’m in the bathroom and fighting against the cold water. I don’t want cold water. I want to lay in bed and relieve myself for this pain.
"What do we do? He’s burning up!" the maid says and a domineering voice asks them to pull me out.
"No!" I scream even louder. I don’t want them to touch me.
Their fingers are burning my skin. It’s making my omega uncomfortable and sending me deeper into the feral state I’m in.
"Force him" the Luna snaps and they do.
They pull me out of the icy bathtub as I kept on wailing like a banshee. The chilling water drips off my body, and I sob even harder.
Why are they touching me? Why won’t they leave me alone? I just want...I just want...him.
"Everything’s going to be okay, Noah, okay?" someone says.
I hate their voice. I hate that they’re too close to me. And I hate the way they smell. It’s not the smell I want.
Another cry rips past my throat as they manage to wrap a towel around me and help me to the bed. The bed...the only place that feels...helpful.
"Elias?" I ask for my captor and no one responds.
"Where’s Elias?" I ask again, voice growing smaller as I tense. Another wave of heat is about to rock me.
I can feel it pooling in my lower belly already.
I fell asleep just minutes ago with the mild stomach ache. I thought I would last through the night before my heat hits, but it didn’t go that way.
My heat hit me hard and fast, growing stronger and yet easing up the more I smell Elias on these sheets.
"ARGHH" I roar, body bending forward in the bed from the million of things wrong with me.
The pain on my abdomen is building up fast. And although I’m still shivering from the cold bath, my body is burning. There are sweat beads are all over me, an unignorable pulsing in my private parts, and a soaking wetness between my legs.
I don’t know if it’s slick or precum or the both, but it feels uncomfortable.
Like I should be doing something with it.
I know what I can do with the wetness...I can slip my fingers into my hole and chase release, but my omega doesn’t want that.
He wants to be taken care of. He wants to be...take.
"Mmmh" I moan as my cock jerks, sputtering more precum on the towel and on me.
My balls are pulled tight and heavy. I need to release it, but I’m aware that heats don’t work that way.
My own breath is starting to feel hot to me and there’s an unstoppable ringing in my ear that won’t go away. The more I try to find a comfortable position, the worse it hurts.
I only want Elias.
"Here, here, drink this" Siren’s voice says and I turn around, hiding my face in the sheets. I don’t want a bitter heat concoction, I only want the pain to leave me alone.
"No-no!" I cry out.
"Noah, open your mouth" the Luna orders and I obey.
My mouth falls open and he comes closer. Just as he’s about to put it in my mouth, my body jerks forward.
"Nghh!"
"Shhh...it’s okay little one. This will help with the pain" Siren says softly and I shake my head. The tears in my eyes start to flow and to end up soaking up the bed.
The older omega pulls back from me, looking at me with pitiful blue eyes. Like he’s trying to see through me.
"You refused suppressant pills and now you’re rejecting herbs, how are you supposed to stop the pain?" the man asks patiently.
"Elias" I whimper, pressing my legs together as another gush of slick slides out of me.
"He won’t be here for another day, at least take--"
"Want Elias! Want him!" I break into a sob. I sound wrong in my own ears, but the broken sobs won’t stop.
The older omega sighs
My omega’s cries grow louder and I wrap my arms around my middle to find some ease. Siren looks at the wall clock and pulls himself up. He drops the drink on the side table as he leaves me on the bed.
"He’s burning up and it’s only three A.M, if this continues, we might have to knock him out"
From a small distance, I hear the Luna talking to someone. I don’t know who he’s talking to, and I really don’t care that they want to know me out.
I moan as another wave of need runs through me. I clench my soaked walls around nothing.
"Search Elias’s dirty laundry. He should have a worn cloth that Noah’s omega can hold on to" he says and I whimper in agreement.
I’m slipping deeper into omegaspace.
My hearing is amplified as they move around the room. I want to scream at all of them to get out. Their unwanted scents are tarnishing the faint remaining of Elias’s.
"No dirty clothes of Mr. Elias sir"
"Not even one?" Luna asks.
"He’s meticulous about his hygiene"
"That boy needs his scent. Since his omega is latched on, pass me the injection. We’ll knock him out till Elias gets here"
"N-no"
Black.
Everything goes black and I’m left to float in space. The pain is still here but milder. And I want to get out.
I float for goddess knows how long and when I open my eyes.
I am greeted with the sight of Elias Deus, my kidnapper, the one who ruined my life. I should snarl at him, but my omega whines for him.
"Elias" his name falls out of my mouth.
Elias is quiet. His eyes are watching me quietly. It’s the creepy thing he does that I don’t mind.
He reaches out for me and grabs me by my ankle.
My skin that has been burning against everyone’s touch suddenly gives in. Like Elias owns me.
"Noah," he calls my name and pulls me to the end of the bed by my ankle. I don’t scream, my breath is suspended.
"...I told you I’ll make you want me" he says and I shake my head no.
Yes is the real answer.
He knocks my knees apart and my hip jerks upwards. My omega is preening for his attention and touch...
Omegas shouldn’t be lustful.
Omegas only take what their alphas give.
Omegas exist for the alpha to enjoy himself.
"But I don’t have to try making you, do I?" Elias asks, tracing one finger from my knee to my inner thigh.
"Ah..." I moan, back arching towards him.
He stops so close to my small cock...oh so close.
"That the thing about our species. When we bond, they bond" he says, tracing that finger even higher.
He’s taking a smear of precum with his finger.
Likes he’s painting me in my own body fluid.
"You don’t remember me, but you soul and omega does" he takes it even higher till he’s at my nipple.
"Please..." I beg, shaking with want for release.
I’ve been taught to give pleasure by my trainers. I’ve read the Winslow’s omega text books, watched really life practices, but none of them told me about receiving pleasure.
Elias Deus is breaking my box.
"Please" I whimper again and his icy face stays icy.
"You belong to me. I will fuck you and make sure you know that you belong to me" he says and I nod frantically.
"Completely" he adds.
Yes. Yes. Yes.