Chapter 156: Photographic memory

Elias’s POV

I asked him to go to sleep.

I know I asked him to go to sleep, but fuck, my brain isn’t shutting up.

My own photographic memory has become the weapon made to destroy me tonight. My thumb hovers over the red button to end the call as soon as the phone falls out of Noah’s hand. But I don’t end it yet.

I strain my ears to listen as his breathing evens out. I stare at the screen even though all I can see is the white ceiling. He’s deeply asleep now.

My angel sleeps like a rock. And when I end the call, my entire being starts to fight against me.

Fuck.

My alpha is whining at the way we can no longer hear the soft sound of Noah’s breathing. My cock is rock hard in my pants. And my brain is being the worst rebel of all my body parts by replaying the visuals of tonight’s call.

That omega from Winslow was made to test my sanity. The softness of his belly, the curve of his waist, the way the water slid down his body, and the way he spoke to me.

He’s a tempter.

The worst part of it was the way his eyes looked when he asked me for phone sex. My cock jerks at the reminder and I release a harsh breath. No. I don’t want to imagine fucking him. I want to fuck him.

I want to bend him over. I want to hold him by the nape and fuck him from behind till he stops breathing properly. I want to do things to him that no human should ever think of.

And when I’m done with him, I want to shove one of the plugs up his hole and keep him full of my seed.

My chest rises and falls at my own graphic thoughts. Fuck. I’m going insane already with each second that passes.

"Noah" I growl his name and roll out of the bed. My erection is pressing hard against my jean zipper. I walk into the bathroom and tear my clothes off.

I’ll shower. I’ll cool down and read a long book. If I have to, I will run a lap every two hours till my brain obeys me.

I stand under the shower and let the cool water soak me up.

My hands wander down my tense stomach and I groan. I press both hands against the wall and rest the entirety of my weight on them. It feels so wrong to be under the water.

Just standing here under the cool water reminds me of how gorgeous Noah looks when he’s drenched. Like a fucking flower, he always seems to blossom under water.

He looks like everything right and wrong has been packed into one body.

My mate, my fucking mate.

’Call him back’ my alpha snarls like a rabid animal and I shake my head. Stumbling around as I shut off the shower and control my breathing. I won’t call him.

If I call him, I will go back on my words. I will give in to the imaginary sex. I prefer to hear his moans without a device and hundreds of miles between us.

I look down at my erect cock. It’s an angry shade of purple. It twitches for attention and precum dribbles to the floor.

I have more control than this. I am a man of discipline. I am strict. An omega’s soft voice isn’t strong enough to bend me.

Enraged with my body, I storm out of the shower and keep on practicing my breathing patterns. I walk to the small mirror above the washbasin. And through the mirror, I spot Noah’s clothes.

They’re the same ones I picked up before I saw his shoes earlier today. I stare at the black boxers sitting on top of the pile.

I won’t. I won’t do it. I won’t bring myself low...fuck it.

My hand reaches for the boxers before I can stop myself. I slowly lift the boxers to my nose and press it close with a groan. His scent fills my senses and I growl with need.

’More. More. More’ my greedy alpha growls in my head and I take a deeper breath of his scent.

My mouth waters at the musky note in his scent. It’s sweet. It’s heady. It’s meant to be here with me.

My other hand reaches for my cock and I wrap my hand around it. I feel every little throb, every little jerk, every little pull that drags me deeper into hell.

I squeeze myself and the fabrics muffle my helpless moan. I give in completely and stroke my cock. It’s just this one time and never again. My palm moves over the sensitive skin of my shaft with the help of my precum.

The amount leaking out of me is obscene.

I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine the omega presenting for me. Behind my eyes, he’s just as needy as I am. His eyes look the exact way they looked on the call tonight. Begging to be fucked.

I rub my thumb over my slit and hiss.

Fuck.

My brain supplies the image of a fucked-out Noah. A ruined Noah. His legs are spread open for me and he’s wet for me.

My scent fills the room and I grunt, moving my hand over my cock faster and pressing my face harder into his boxers. He smells so good. How much better would he smell when he’s carrying my pup?

"FUCK!" I roar, veins popping in my temple and sweat running down my hairline as I cum.

The thought of a pregnant Noah pushed me over the edge harder than anything I’ve pictured all through this moment of weakness.

"Shit" I spit out, putting the boxers down as my thighs quake. The omega’s scent is seared in my brain like a hot iron branding.

The thought of having children and passing my mental defect to them has always been a disgusting idea, but now with Noah, I’m willing to visit doctors and see how to have kids without endangering them.

I stare at myself in my mirror. My eyes are red. My alpha is pushing himself to the surface and my chest is constricted.

"I want it all" I say to my reflection.

"Everything my parents have... I want to experience it all with Noah" I confess to my naked self in the mirror.

The love. The adoration. The home. Family.

I want it all with Noah.