Chapter 97: Birthday present IV (18+)

Noah’s POV

Kissing at night on a cool beach under a new moon.

This wasn’t how I envisioned my twenty-third birthday.

I didn’t see myself kissing the villain who ruined my home, and I sure as hell didn’t expect it to feel this...right.

Elias slips his tongue past my lips, and I open my mouth for him to explore me, I am his possession after all.

The alpha’s hands are resting lightly on my face, and I’m trying to match his pace.

He’s taking his time with the kiss. It feels like he’s studying me, while I want him to consume me like the fire that filled Winslow with the toxic smell of smoke.

Toxic.

That’s what this is, but I don’t mind, I want it.

One of his hands leaves my face and I moan as he slides it down my side.

He moves his hand slowly like he’s mapping me out and I arch my back for him. He keeps going lower till he stops at my waist and suddenly pulls me into himself, pressing my body flush against his.

"Fuck" the alpha curses and breaks our kiss. His eyes are heavy -lidded and are fixed on my lips, the lips that are plump and shiny with his saliva mixed with mine.

And as if the wind knows how hot my inside is burning, a cold breeze blows over us. Elias growls softly, leaning forward and taking my bottom lip between his teeth.

"Ahh..." I moan as he bites into the soft flesh. My eyes slip shut as pleasure swallows up the pain I’m supposed to feel.

It should hurt...it does hurt, but it hurts good.

"How much more do you want from me, Angel?" he asks and I don’t give an answer.

It’s not because I don’t have an answer, it’s because I like when he takes the answer from me, when he forces my body to submit the words to him.

Goddess...I’m sick in the head.

I peer at him through my lashes and the grip he has on my waist tightens. He’s holding me so hard that I know he’d leave a mark on me, and I like the idea of it.

I’m the modern-day prince who is marked by death.

"Fuck, Angel, keep looking at me with those defiant eyes and I’ll make you submit" he breathes out.

The way he says the word ’make’ is light and airy, yet it has enough force to make me see the image he’s evoking.

Me on my face, Elias behind me, his hands on my waist, and my hands looking for stability from the sand under us.

Elias never yells, he never pushes, still I feel my insides clenching for him.

The alpha lets go of me and I moan weakly.

"Tell me what you want. It’s your birthday and your wish is my command" he says, getting up and unbuttoning his shirt.

My eyes grow wider with every sliver of skin he exposes.

The breeze is blowing with mild force and he looks unreal. He looks like his name. Death.

No one in their right minds would want a man called Death to take them on a beach, and luckily, I’ve given up on trying to lie that I’m in my right state of mind.

Like most people would say...I’m fucked in the head.

I gulp as he drops the shirt to the sand.

The bandage on his body is already bloodstained, but the alpha doesn’t seem to care about that as he bends forward to pull his pants down.

My mouth goes dry and my tongue turns heavy at the sight of him in his briefs under the moonlight.

The outline of his hardness is clear, and I stare at it with my body frozen. I can see his knot starting to form at the base, and I can feel my dignity leaving me.

"How much more do you want, Angel?" he asks and I open my mouth to say something. I open, shut, open and shut again.

He grabs my hair and forces my head back to make our eyes meet in a heated clash.

"Your stubbornness irritates me, Noah-"

"Angel" I correct him and I see the slight change in his eyes.

The corner of his lips lifts in a small smile, it looks like he approves of me telling him what I want.

"Angel" he repeats the word I want to hear, but he takes his hands off me and moves back slightly.

"Angel...angel...angel" he keeps on repeating the word till he’s at a small distance away from me.

I get on my knees and look at him with desire in my eyes. I wonder what I look like to him right now.

I’m a self-proclaimed righteous man on his knees, blue eyes glistening with lust, chest rising and falling with want, and lips red from kissing the enemy.

I must look the way I feel.

Pathetically needy.

I’m completely needy and I don’t need anyone who isn’t him.

"You...you won’t touch me?" I ask in a broken voice and he lifts his chin, looking down on me with a hint pride.

"Take your clothes off, beautiful. I want to see you" he says and with shaky hands, I start to fumble with my shirt’s buttons.

I don’t know how, but I eventually take my clothes off me. I’m now left in my boxers like him, and he’s still looking at me like I’m offering myself to him as a sacrifice.

Goddess...this feels intimate in a way that is wrong for the public space we’re in.

"All of it, Angel. I don’t want you to hide anything with me" he says and I get up to take the last clothing article off me.

And with the boxers off my body, a drop of slick slides down my thigh, moves down my leg, and fills the air with the smell of my arousal.

Elias twitches in his briefs and I gulp.

The alpha doesn’t give me any other instruction as he gets down on the sand and lies on his back.

"What are you doing...?" I whisper and he lifts a hand, beckoning for me to come closer.

"Sit" he says quietly and I start to blush as I remember our position on this beach last time. I remember the heat, the desire, and the dry humping.

I finally move closer to him and arrange myself to straddle him, but he stops me.

"Not like that" he says and I freeze.

"H-how?" I stutter.

"Sit on my face, Angel."