(T/W: proceed with caution this Chapter is dark. Brief drowning scene)
Elias’s POV
He keeps fighting the invisible enemy in his head on my bed.
The way he’s moving around is ruining my sheets.
I like the mess of cum, slick and sweat better than the way he’s acting. He’s turning redder with each violent jerk.
Noah doesn’t look so much like the beautiful city angel like this. He looks mad, very mad...just like the way his people looked when I cut them down.
"Why?" he asks in a softer tone.
He’s not stopping his tantrum anytime soon and I don’t have the time to endure it any longer. I take a step closer to him, and he screams so loud that I can feel the rawness of it in my own throat.
"Stop fighting, Noah" I tell him and he growls at me, getting up to stand on the bed. The elegant blonde man is completely naked and there’s an endless stream of cum dripping from between his legs.
His body is shaking, and I can tell he’s also hungry.
Mother once taught us how bad an omega’s heat can be.
It takes too much of the omega’s energy to go through that. Their body is calling for mating and breeding, drawing their mental energy and taking them to a place of primal hunger.
And that hunger is hunger in every way. Hunger for a familiar scent, hunger for food, hunger for a touch, hunger for everything.
That teaching is why we attack our preys and enemies when their omegas are in heat.
Weaknesses like that are delicious to play with.
Their omegas would beg to be fucked, and they, the enemy, alpha or beta, would be left handicapped.
He or she will be left alone. We’d leave them to run mad from the imaginations of what ’The Gods’ are doing to his mate or pet.
"Sit" I order the omega.
My fingers are slowly unbuttoning the shirt I just put on minutes ago. And he repeats that action that I hate.
Noah shakes his head, refusing my order.
"Omega, sit" I growl.
As I pull the shirt off me and throw it to the floor, he lets out a shout, jumps off the bed and darts for the door.
He’s not fast enough, so I grab him by the neck, pull him to myself and press him to my body, back to chest.
"N-no" he moans, his brain is fighting, but his body is responding to me.
"One more scream" my sneer fills the room.
"Just one more scream and I will make you regret it" I warn and his breath hitches before he starts to cry.
My possession cries with my hand around his neck while his ass grinds back into me. I choke him harder, hard enough to cut off his air supply, and hard enough to make him stop crying.
I hate the way he cries.
My belongings are quiet, that’s why I like them. The noises they would ever make should be pre-approved by me. Every watch I own ticks in the way I like, pre-approved by me before I take them into my room.
"Shut. Up" I say through my teeth, thrusting my hips forward, and cum trickles to the floor. Ribbons of his seed paints my bedroom floor.
He’s still an omega in heat, his body still responds to what he likes.
"Do you hear me, angel?" I ask and his response is a broken whimper.
I change our position in one swift motion, picking him off the floor and carrying him bridal style into my bedroom.
Angry with him, I push the door open with my shoulder, the broken shoulder.
My teeth clenches from the pain that shoot through my body.
One.
Two.
Three.
That’s how many seconds it usually lasts. But now, it adds four and five, two more seconds because of the man in my arms.
He’s not crying anymore.
His face is hidden in my neck, like he’s trying to hide inside of me...trying to hide like he didn’t bare himself completely to me hours ago.
I put him in the bathtub and he says something senseless about ’never taking bubble baths’.
"Will you behave?" I ask coldly and he nods.
His pupils are dilated like he’s on hard substances. I’m familiar with that look from Damien, but I know Noah’s high off something else. The pain and pleasure of heat and whatever demon is in him.
Pulling off my pants and boxers, I move around completely naked to prepare the bath for him.
Mom said warm water.
Too used to only cold water, I carefully put my hand under the faucet to feel it before it gets to Noah.
The omega on the other hand is clueless of what I’m doing. His arms are around his legs. He’s hugging himself in the bath and his cock is hard again.
It’s not yet another wave of heat, but his slick coats my bathtub.
I fully open the faucet and warm water flows in, washing off the slick on his ass, and the one on the tub.
He blinks twice, lifting his head to look at me. He’s still seeing whatever monster he was screaming at.
"I don’t know why you always leave" he says in a soft voice.
"I am not your demon, angel" I warn.
"You always leave, and it’s hurts. When they come for me instead of you, it hurts a lot. And when you leave...I don’t know how to feel. I hate you and I love you" he says, bottom lip trembling with the senseless words.
I pay no attention to him, my loofah is the only available one in the bathroom.
"But you leave...you leave like you hate me, you leave me alone and I feel like I’m dying like the cherry blossoms" he sobs and I freeze.
"What did you say?" I ask.
"My cherry blossoms died and you didn’t come! You left me! You left me!" he starts to scream like a mad man.
Irritation blooms in my chest and I grab his hair.
"What did you say about the cherry blossoms?" I snarl in his face and he gasps.
"I will never trust you! I will always hate you, M- mfph!" he screams come to an end when I push him under the water.
He fights me to get my hand off his head, but I push him lower.
It takes a human nothing less than six minutes to die from drowning. I count six seconds in my head before pulling him out. He comes up with a big open mouthed gasp.
His eyes are awake now.
He’s looking at me with the need to survive, bitter anger, and fractured dependency as he coughs violently.
"E-Elias?" he calls my name with horror.
"W-what is wrong with you?" he asks, gasping for air, and sputtering water from his mouth and nose.
"You. Goldsmith, you’re what’s wrong with me" I growl at him and grip his blonde hair even tighter. The rich locks are now brown from the water.
"ARGHH" he screams, clawing at my hand from the pain.
"Tell me about the cherry blossoms" I repeat and he frowns, coughing once more and he shakes his head.
"What are you talking about?" he asks in a strained voice.
"The cherry blossoms that died" I roar in his face, but before he says anything, his eyes start to turn bluer...his omega has surfaced and he is going into another wave of heat.
FUCK!