Chapter 661
Nikolai moved his kisses to Angelo’s parted lips, staring obsessively down at the Omega. "Did that hurt?"
Angelo eased his grip on Nikolai’s hair, his hands falling away bonelessly. "Was it supposed to?" He asked softly, his expression dazed.
Nikolai’s jaw clenched, he wanted to go back and mark the assassin for the first time again, even though it had only just happened. He moved them so they were no longer hanging over the edge of the bed, shrugging off his coat- he had been so impatient.
He took his dress shirt off next, giving Angelo time to recover from being marked. The assassin laid underneath him, still fully dressed, his hair splayed out, his eyes half-closed. Angelo’s tongue darted out to lick over his lips, and Nikolai was struck with the image of being bitten.
Angelo had handled it well because the mere thought had pleasure stabbing him in the spine...
"Take my clothes off," Angelo’s quiet voice broke into his self-sabotaging thoughts.
Angelo had been complaining about the cold, but now he felt overheated, the satin sticking to his damp skin like leather. He would do it himself if he didn’t feel like he was made of jelly, pleasurable shocks radiating from his mating mark- it didn’t hurt at all.
Nikolai deftly undid the buttons on the satin dress shirt and took it off, reaching for the assassin’s belt. His hands started to wander as soon as he got the Omega’s clothes off, his face buried in the curve of his neck - he had terrible self-control when it involved Angelo.
Angelo’s eyes slipped closed, sensitive, the pleasure was sublime, it made him squirm, arching away from the pressure on his chest. He tried to stop Nikolai from lowering his head, he didn’t think he could take being tormented tonight, he instead wanted the Alpha inside him.
"It’s my turn," He cut him off, his voice notably more hoarse.
He had his hands in Nikolai’s dark blond hair, staring down at the Mafia King who swiped his tongue over a sharp canine while returning his gaze.
Nikolai stared up at the soothing pools of pale green watching him, remaining untouched by the dazed calm Angelo possessed. His blood felt like acid in his veins, fine trembles running down his arms to his fingertips which held the assassin’s slender waist.
"Take me first," Angelo went on, his gentle grip on the Alpha’s hair loosening even further.
He wanted to pull Nikolai up for a kiss even though the Alpha’s kisses were dangerous. Nikolai’s teeth in his neck had started a fire that raged only hotter, he hadn’t stopped leaking slick since the moment he was marked.
Nikolai’s eyes darkened even further, almost black in the dim lighting of the room. He gently bit down on the assassin’s flushed collarbones, a futile attempt to rein in his fragile control.
Outside the warmly lit windows shrouded by floor-length curtains, the late-night snow still flurried down, it neither increased nor decreased in intensity, floating down unhurriedly, like stardust falling from the night sky.
Angelo didn’t resist when his lips were claimed again, one of his slender legs hooked over Nikolai’s powerful shoulder. For the first time, tonight, he could breathe through the Alpha’s kisses.
Well, it was more like a gasp was wrenched from his lungs when Nikolai thumbed his wet, sopping hole. Slick spurted out when the Alpha pushed his finger in, drenching his hand even as he rubbed his sensitive walls.
Angelo choked out a strangled sound somewhere between a sob and a moan at the unfamiliar stimulation. Pain was incredibly familiar, but pleasure was not, it made him feel violently out of control.
He wrenched his head to the side to break away from the kiss, tears dampening his lashes. "Hurry..." He urged, his fingers digging into Nikolai’s bare shoulders.
Nikolai let his thumb plop out, pushing in two fingers next, his teeth grazing the defined line of Angelo’s jaw. "Can’t wait to mark me?" He asked, his voice dark and teasing.
He kept his pace deliberately slow, although his brand on the Omega’s scent gland had left him wet and ready, which was rather counterintuitive considering how explosive he felt right then.
"Nikolai," Angelo protested quietly, he still felt like his veins had been filled with water.
Impatience fluttered across his heated skin like the deep red marks increasing in number the longer he was pinned down underneath the Alpha.
"Hm?" Nikolai asked indulgently, fighting the urge to bite down hard on every inch of the assassin’s skin. His teeth nearly tingled with the intensity to take a bite out of him, the soft, flushed skin would give in easily like the delicate skin of a black cherry breaking.
Angelo arched when the two fingers in him only pushed in deeper, the languid pace made the room spin and although he was on his back, he felt dizzy. Exasperated, he leaned up slightly to bite down hard on Nikolai’s shoulder, the dark red bite looked delicate in comparison to the Alpha’s grizzly scars.
Nikolai’s response to that was a pleased chuckle but he did pull out his fingers, his belt long gone along with his dress shirt. He fell into the assassin’s embrace at the same time that he filled him up, his own heartbeat deafening in his ears.
Angelo’s restrained voice was right next to his ear, the Omega’s pleasure-induced tears staining his skin. With the previous teasing air swallowed up by the intensity of the moment, Nikolai’s anxiety was spurred on again.
It was irrational, and that only seemed to lend the emotion strength. Pleasure and fear ran side by side up and down his spine, his hands tangling in Angelo’s hair, trying to soak his hands in the assassin’s scent.
Lost in pleasure, Angelo closed his eyes to his tears, tightly clinging to Nikolai. The Mafia King was uncharacteristically gentle, but it felt like he was going to fall apart from the relentless waves of pleasure.
He choked on his moans, his walls hypersensitive, his prostate gently pounded. Holding out was useless, he simply couldn’t match Nikolai’s stamina. He hoped the orgasm that hypnotized him closer would clear up his foggy thoughts enough for him to bite Nikolai at the right time.