Elias’s POV
I fell asleep.
My eyes snap open and my gaze meets the plain white ceiling as I pay attention to the things I can see, hear, smell, and feel.
I see the clean white paint on my ceiling. There’s a speck of dirt there, deep brown and standing out against the white.
I hear the soft breathing of someone else lying next to me. I turn my head to look at him, Noah lying on his side with his hair falling over his face.
I smell sex. It’s explicit and pure, a reminder of what I took for myself last night.
I feel the wetness of Noah’s walls around my cock. I have never fallen asleep without counting the minutes down before.
I have never fallen asleep with a bed partner before. Too tense to sleep, I would stay awake all through. Waiting through the thirty minutes and counting down the one thousand eight hundred seconds it takes for a knot to go down.
"Hmm?" Noah hums in his sleep, bottom lip jutting out as he responds to something in his sleep. His lashes flutter and his brows furrow.
The action draws my attention to how thick his brows are and the arch of them.
He whimpers, "H-hurts."
The single word is enough to pull me out of my thoughts. I prop my body up with my elbow to observe him.
"N-no...hurts" he says in a breaking voice. Something similar to when I fucked him, less whiny, and more pained.
My eyes trace his body, taking note of the redness all over him, the marks I left on his skin are still raw and red.
I must have gone too far. One of my hands traces the slope of his nose before I can stop it and his sleepy frown deepens.
The title ’Angel’ suits him.
His long blond lashes almost touch his cheeks, and his nose scrunches, trying to get away from my touch.
Carefully, I detach myself from him. Pulling out my half-swollen cock, I am already pulsing with need. Waking in him has woken up the primal side of me again.
A trail of slick and cum drip from the head of my cock.
My possession shouldn’t hurt. I want to own him in every filthy way possible. But I don’t want to break him...he will break by himself.
I get out of the soiled bed, pull my pants up on my hips and zip them up.
My shirt lays discarded on the floor. I pick it up. It smells of sex, yet I put it on with the intention of announcing my deed.
The proud omega submitted to me.
My steps are calm as I open the door of my room. I need the help of the only omega I can bear myself to. Alexander ’Siren’ Deus.
Knowing my mother, I’m sure of where to find him, so I go in the direction of the garden.
"Mom" I call and he looks up, his hair is in a messy bun, and pale blue eyes are heavy with sleep.
"Dad isn’t accepting his call?" I ask. He never looks like himself when he hasn’t spoken to dad.
My mom acts like my father is a bother when he’s around, but when he’s away, he looks like ghost of himself. And my father, my father acts like mom is the reason oxygen exists.
They’re an exhausting pair.
"Not even a text" he mutters and tucks a strand of blonde hair behind his ear.
"He always comes home to you" I say, moving closer and bringing the scent of strawberry into his garden.
Mom cocks a brow at me at the obvious smell of sex.
"Oh I know he’ll come back...do you have something to tell me, Eli?" he asks. He reads me within seconds when his eyes drop my hands.
They’re fisted by my side. I never have them fisted. I have mastered the act of staying and looking calm, but not today.
"I took his virginity" I go straight to the point, and my mother drops the flowerpot he’s attending to.
He is hearing the words I’m not saying and is going to answer the questions I’m not asking.
"Run a bath, his body will need it. Make sure you keep it warm, is he bleeding?" he asks and I shake my head, hair falling to my forehead with the act.
Without hesitation, I push my hair back. I hate looking out of control.
"If you’re sure he’s not bleeding. That’s fine then" my mother breathes out. He wipes his hand on his pants before getting up.
"Follow me" he orders and I do as I’m told. "You, water that one. If it dies, you lose a finger" he says to the man standing in the corner.
"Yes, s-sir" he stutters and we leave the room together.
My mother takes me to the kitchen; the space I grew next to him. He waves for the maids to leave before taking charge of the space.
He opens the fridge, pulls out a pack of snacks I’ve never seen before, three bottles of water and an ice pack.
"He would wake up soon. Omegas wake up at times four hours after a heat wave, but most omega are not lucid in that window" he says.
Lucid. A word I learned from him.
"He might not be lucid, but you have to feed him. Give him water, force him if you have to" he hands the water to me.
"You have to mind him, ask him how he feels for pains, call me if he is hurting" he says and pauses for a few seconds.
"Eli" he calls my name, and I respond by tilting head slightly to the side.
"If you hurt that omega, I will kill you by myself" he says and I nod.
"A mother threatening to kill his son in the family kitchen, what a sight to see" Damien comes into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge.
"You have more manners than that, Damien" mom sighs and Damien flashes a smile at us.
"Good morning lovely mom, wonderful morning amazing brother who let us strand in South Korea" he grins at me, but I don’t reciprocate, I turn and leave him.
"We’ll talk about this later, traitor" he yells and I hear the ’ows’ that follow. The reaction he gives when mom is pulling his ear.
I return to my room as fast as I can with the supplies mom gave me.
As soon as I open the door, I find him kneeling on the bed, face twisted with pain as he pants.
"Noah" I call and he blinks twice.
"Why did you do this to me?" he asks in a small voice, I shut the door behind me, stepping into the room.
"Noah, are you hurting?" I ask him in a controlled tone as he gasps.
"Why?" he asks again.
"WHY? WHY? WHY?" his voice grows louder, thrashing around on my bed like a man fighting a ghost.
Hmm.
An angel with...demons?