Elias’s POV
I have studied rare minerals, scrutinized them under my microscope, and got tired of them.
I have fucked different people, men, women, omegas, and betas. Not one of them, no, none of them held my fascination as strongly as this blonde man is doing.
Noah is going to be my masterpiece.
My approving growl resounds in the room the moment the fight drains from him. I can see it, it’s like the way water flows out of an inflated balloon.
His body relaxes into the sheets under his body, his lips go slack, and his eyes are blown.
There’s a faint glow in his eyes, the sign that his omega approves of his surrender.
He was either going to surrender or I starve him of pleasure and relief, make him feral with the need to cum, reduce him to...death’s little rock.
I rest my hands on his thighs and spread them wider. His hole leaks a fresh dribble of slick. This type of sight is not new to me.
No, it’s not.
But this one...this one is special. This one is completely and utterly mine, and he’s already dripping wet for me.
Unknowingly offering himself to be taken by the god.
I, Elias Deus, will be his god.
He will send his prayers to me. Beg his wishes in my name. And see heaven because I give it to him.
I will take his virginity and he will remember this for the rest of his life.
"There you are, you’re doing good, my sculpted angel." I murmur with satisfaction, pressing harder into the flesh of his thigh.
Sensitive here too. Blood rush underneath the skin, turning it pink. Fascinating...I need to see more.
"Not an object..." he moans, eyes barely staying open as he savors the feel of my hands on him.
He likes it. His cock won’t stop twitching. I have never taken care of an omega in heat, but I will do it for him. I will do it and he will like it just like I like it.
I trace the hand upwards, till I am almost touching his hips bone, and his brows furrow with frustration.
"You are what I say you are, angel" I correct him and he shakes his head.
I will teach him how not to shake his head at me. I will break his fucking neck if I have to. I will teach him to say yes when I demand it.
Yes, Elias. Yes, my husband. Yes, my possessor.
"Now, turn around for me" I say and he looks at me with confusion.
His heat overloaded brain processes the information slowly, but his body understands me clearly, betraying him by how his cock twitches against his belly.
His stomach...my eyes drop right there.
I have been too focused on his cock and his face. I have been too away from my husband. Failing to notice that part of him is a sin.
I move my hand to the spot, deliberately avoiding his cock. It would be a pity to make him cum from one touch again.
Pressing down on his softness, my cock jerks inside my pants. Thickening further. The base of my cock is starting to hurt...I need to cum.
Something about the roundness here is doing something to me. Will he be even more round when I fill him with my cum?
’Calm. Elias. Precise. Learn’ the beast inside of me says. The words are ragged and barely sensible. I’m fighting myself from fucking him till he’s fighting to breathe.
The idea of filling him is waking another primal part of me, but not now. The virgin has to be broken in first.
Broken in. Gently.
"Should I repeat my order, Noah?" I ask.
The omega’s body is trembling as he turns around, chest to the bed, and ass just a tiny bit in the air.
Hmm...beautiful, but not enough. My goal is clear. My hunger can’t wait any longer.
I need to eat.
"Lift your hips for me, beautiful...yes, that’s good" I guide his position.
His whole body is shaking under my hand as he gives me his back. His smooth back. I can see the knobs of his spine like this.
More.
"Go on, angel. You were taught in your city, weren’t you?" I ask and his moan is muffled by the sheet his face is pressed into.
"Present" I tell him in an unemotional tone. I sound cold and mechanical while my throat is bobbing and my mouth is watering.
Oh death...look at you, I’m craving a taste of omega slick more than I’ve ever craved taking a life.
Noah, the elegant prince, does just what I ask of him seconds ago.
He arches his back, his chest is completely pressed against the sheets, and his pert ass stays up. Round soft globes that are glistening with his slick.
"There...good" I hear myself say.
"Knees apart" I say and he obeys. Being the man I am, I don’t waste time. I grab them and spread them to see the gem waiting for me.
His hole twitches and I lean in to take the first taste.
I was only going to take one lick and edge him, make him sob for refusing me, but how do I do that when he tastes like this?
I dive in like an uncivilized man.
Two hands gripping and spreading his ass cheeks as I kiss his tight rim. Sliding my tongue over him, mourning every drop of his slick I failed to taste.
It might be the smell of his pheromones, but he tastes like strawberry, and my tounge has never tasted anything better.
I grip him hard enough to bruise. The act is only a way to control my need to cum. He was pitiful for cumming just from a touch, but I would be more pitiful for cumming untouched.
I’ve always been a quiet man during sex. Dignified and proud. I only fuck to sate my primal need, but I’m moaning against Noah’s soft ass.
My moans around muffled as slick and saliva drips down the side of my mouth.
The sound of my mouth moving over his entrance is filthy. Purely animalistic and dirty. A strange but welcomed state of being.
My tongue circle the tight ring of muscle that would take my cock. I lap up every single drop of slick, stopping it from wasting.
"Ahh...m-more...nghh" Noah moans.
I pull back enough to push two fingers in. Stretching him enough to make a way for my tongue, but I feel little resistance.
Mine.
I pull out and ease my tongue in, fucking the slick out of him, as I do.
His hole takes me well, he can take more. I try three fingers and that resistance stops me again.
"Take it" I hiss.
"AH!" he screams, spilling white seed on the bed as I force three fingers in. He’s cumming again but I’m not stopping yet, his heat will burn from me.
"More? More, angel?" I ask and he whimpers unintelligible words into the sheets.
"M-more! Need knot" he cries out. He’s still shuddering from the orgasm, yet he’s asking for knot.
The refined city angel is my knot craving angel.
I pull myself up while I keep his ass up by holding his hips. "Stay like this" I order and take one hand off to unbuckle my belt.
I’ll keep him satisfied.
I pull out my cock, breathing through the maddening urge to shove it in.
Moving closer, I use one hand to grip his ass and see his gaping wet hole, and I use the other one to guide my hardness.