Chapter 437: + - 437+
Nikolai didn’t ask him to turn around, seeming content to sit back and smoke his fat cigar, the white smoke filled the room.
Angelo knew the smoke was harmless, but the rich notes of leather and spices made him dizzy. He let himself drop to the bed, facing in Nikolai’s direction, his dilated eyes looking up at the Alpha.
He shivered, feeling his eyes sting with tears. He had never had a heat before but he was sure this was what it felt like, the urge for satisfaction, the pleasure that made his toes curl up, his skin oversensitive.
He laid down on his side, knowing that this would continue for hours, there was no escaping it, just like he couldn’t escape Nikolai’s dark gaze.
It didn’t take long before he was propping himself upright to tug down the bathrobe, the feel of it against his nipples was driving him insane. Even if he remained still, the slight pressure it exerted was already too much.
He didn’t care that Nikolai was right in front of him, if he didn’t have his dignity left, he would have taken off the bathrobe completely. The one thing he was certain of was that Nikolai wasn’t interested in him sexually, it kept him from breaking.
It was surprisingly harder to keep friction off his cock than he thought it would be, Angelo squirmed around to find a position that didn’t have his weeping cock pinned.
He ended up on his face, his knees tucked under him to provide some elevation. He didn’t care about the embarrassing position, mentally keeping track of how much time had passed. It was about ten minutes, the time dragging slowly.
Nikolai watched this display with an outwardly calm expression, but his teeth dug into the cigar, the bitter taste of nicotine spilling on his tongue. Angelo pushing down the sleeves of his bathrobe had been unexpected, just as unexpected as the assassin settling into the submissive position he assumed.
Nikolai had been fixed on his red splashed chest until he got on his knees, his straight collarbones marred with faint scars. He had never had a reason to closely examine another man before, were perky nipples common? It was dusted red and swollen, visibly uncomfortable.
Angelo’s hair spilled over his bare shoulders, the Beta wasn’t arched on the bed, instead, he tucked himself in tight, looking like a little turtle. His eyes were closed, his expression contorted. The sleeves of the bathrobe fell over his hands after they were tugged down, partially hiding the fact that he was gripping the sheets.
"Don’t you want to cum?" He stirred the waters, giving up on smoking because he knew he would just bite through another cigar. The longer he sat in the room, the tighter his skin felt.