Noah’s POV
I’ve never felt more humiliated.
The tightness of my nipples is starting to hurt. I’ve always been sensitive here, but he is ruining me...breaking me too fast.
Did his touch and the taste of salt on the tip of his fingers just reduce the pain of my heat?
No. no. no.
This isn’t right.
He’s my enemy, he’s a destroyer who took me away from my father, he’s keeping me tied to him in a forced marriage...but oh goddess, his scent...
The black pepper of his scent is deeper, headier and more entrancing. Like a trap that I desperately need to fall into.
My eyes roll back in my head; my fingers are limp around my precum-coated cock. Even my own touch is unwanted by my body.
Why do I want him like this?
My heats have always been intense, but none of them has ever burned me like this, not even my first one.
I’m gasping for his air. I will become ashes if he doesn’t touch me.
Just one touch...oh, why is he moving so slowly, can’t he see that I can’t breathe?
I want him. I need him. I don’t want him to touch me, but...but my legs are open for him to take me.
No.
I snap them shut. His cold eyes grow even colder, and I shake my head I won’t let death make me feel hot.
Even the times I secretly touched myself in the privacy of my bathroom, my legs didn’t spread themselves this wide.
I move further away from him till my back is pressed against the headboard of his large bed.
Elias’s face doesn’t change as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. He takes it off his body, throwing it to the side and my eyes, greedy eyes, trace the hard line of him.
Elias Deus.
His suits never hid how attractive he is, but seeing it now without his shirt, I am even more needy.
The alpha has a slim masculine beauty to his body build.
My breath gets caught in my throat. It’s suddenly too hard for me to breathe and think at the same time.
It’s impossible to think. No, not with the way my eyes are glued to the taut V that disappears into the waistband of his boxers.
My brows draw together, and I lick my lips. The groove is deep and the bulge of his covered manhood is prominent.
My ability to breathe returns as I take in the dark spot in front of his pants...precum?
I lick my lips again; they feel too dry no matter how hard I lick them.
"You want me" Elias states while still looking at me with those dead eyes. There is something unsettling yet tasteful about the way his eyes are studying me.
"I don’t...I don’t" I say helplessly.
I have to tell the lie twice. Once for him, and the second time for me. Heaven knows I don’t believe it, and I know he knows too.
My hips jerk upwards, and I whimper as my wet cock brushes against the small patch of pubic blond hair on me.
I’m overstimulated and I feel dirty in the best way. In the way an omega from Winslow shouldn’t feel.
He experimentally traces a single finger on the length of my cock. He goes from the base, up the curved shaft, and then to the oversensitive and swollen head.
One touch. Just one touch. And I explode.
I shut my eyes, clench my thighs together as the first orgasm tears me apart.
A shout rips past my throat, and I scream harder than I’ve ever done in my life. I’m cumming all over myself, cock pulsing as I empty my balls.
"Ahh...ahh..." my moans grow louder as I press my legs together tighter.
As I come down from the climax, horror and an even stronger lust grips me by the throat. My cock is still hard, still throbbing, and even worse, still sprouting cum.
I haven’t cum since my heat started twelve hours ago. All he did was touch me, and that one touch made me cum.
I chose to blame it on my virginity.
’Liar’ my omega says, he’s clawing for another touch from Elias. I haven’t forgotten, but my heat intoxicated omega has forgotten what the alpha did to us.
"Now, let me take care of you" he says and I shake my head again, sending rivulets of sweat down my exposed body.
My pride, my honor, my sanity are on the line, but my body doesn’t care.
My back is still against the headboard, my legs are pressed together, and I’m still panting like I ran a mile.
I need to run away from him. The amount of control he has over my body is inhumane and psychotic.
"Open those legs, Angel" he whispers and I shake my head stubbornly.
In my head, I can’t stop chanting ’no’, but my body is burning up, a fever that puts a volcano to shame.
My thighs tense, fighting against the command of my brain to stay shut. Why is my body obeying? I should hate him...
"Open" Elias says in an even colder voice and my legs fall open like he has possessed me.
I look up, and I find his eyes fixed on me. They are glowing red with his alpha’s presence, and his cold exterior is also cracking as fast as I am.
He has possessed me.
"Hmm...better, Noah. I will knot you, and I will make the pain go away. Do you understand me, beautiful?" he asks and a small sob escapes from my lips.
I would like to say it’s the pain in my lower belly, or the anger in my heart. But it’s not.
It’s shame, shame for how bad I need his knot. I have never craved a knot in my life.
"How can you fight me when it’s all right here, hmm?" he asks, spreading my legs even wider.
"Look at your hole, drenched in slick" he says.
His voice, soft, focused and different from the way he grabs my ankles and drags me to him with one movement.
"Don’t fight it. Your body will hate you for hating me" he says.
My train of thought dies as he leans in and brushes his lips over my scent gland. His lips are soft on me...soft and exactly what I need.
"Don’t fight, no possession fights its possessor"
I’m not an ’it’. I’m a person. I want to argue but he opens his hot mouth on my neck.
Goddess...
My eyes roll back as he takes a lick of me, he presses his hard abs against my cum-stained belly, and I think...I think I don’t want to fight anymore.