Chapter 662
It didn’t quite turn out as Angelo had hoped. Although he had been gently lured to the peak, his orgasm exploded behind his closed eyes like a starburst. And while in the throes of passion, his thoughts filled with nothing but the Alpha in and all around him, he unerringly found Nikolai’s scent gland.
Angelo moved purely on instinct as he marked Nikolai, considering his eyes were still closed, tears spilling down the corners of his eyes into his hair. That sweet, cold scent of sandalwood and winter pulled him right in, filling his mouth as he bit down harder than he ever had.
Although Angelo was the one to bite Nikolai, he stifled a sob at the secondary, stronger wave of orgasmic pleasure that swept over him. It felt like he had been bitten a second time, his tongue flooded with the Alpha’s taste.
He pulled away just as he felt Nikolai’s knot filling him up, but even that felt pleasurable. He opened his eyes then, his pale green eyes wet and dazed, to find that Nikolai had been watching him the entire time.
The Alpha had an inscrutable expression on his face, and Angelo was too dizzy with pleasure to make sense of it, closing the minuscule distance between them to initiate a kiss.
Nikolai let him lead the kiss, his pupils so dilated that his eyes appeared black. The moment was indescribable, and among the riotous emotions he felt was an unexpected wonder. Wonder that Angelo had truly marked him...
Maybe later, when he could arrange a thought together, it would seem stupid, but for a moment, he had felt a fear so intense it felt solid, like jagged metal through his chest. He had been afraid that Angelo wouldn’t choose him this one time.
"Nikolai? You look a bit out of it," Angelo’s soft voice broke into his daze. "Are you alright?"
He was lying down on his back, his tight hold on the assassin downright crushing as they waited for his knot to go down.
Nikolai didn’t remember changing their positions so that he didn’t squash Angelo with his weight, he didn’t even remember his orgasm. All of his focus had pinpointed on Angelo’s teeth on his throat.
"Are you hurt?" Angelo asked again, his voice was drowsy but concern furrowed his brows.
Nikolai forced his vision into focus, Angelo filling his vision. The assassin had a soft air around him, his hair scattering around them. His face was gently held by long thin fingers, pale green eyes studying him intently.
"No." Nikolai finally articulated, prying an arm away from Angelo’s waist to slide it up the nape of his neck and into his hair. "Hold me for a bit."
Angelo’s faint smile held relief and amusement, he was more the one being held but he didn’t protest, letting Nikolai cling to him and nuzzle into his fresh mating mark even though it sent shivers down his spine.
He knew that the Alpha lacked the ability to feel pain, but for a moment he had been worried. Worried that he had done something wrong, after all, he had barely been conscious when he marked him.
Although he was held down tightly, his knees on either side of the Alpha’s legs, his hands were not so constricted. Nikolai was still clinging to him, but despite his tight hold, his heart rate was slowing down, his breath even.
Curious, Angelo traced the Alpha’s scarred shoulder, to the curve of his neck where he had bitten down. He had returned an Alpha’s mark - they were mates.
His searching fingers were gentle but when he brushed over the tender bite, Nikolai made a breathless sound into the curve of his neck, his hips flexing.
Angelo was quick to retract his fingers at that, a trembling sound leaving him. He couldn’t see the mark he had given Nikolai, so he wanted to touch it, and all it had gotten him was the Alpha’s knot grinding against his hypersensitive prostate - and he hadn’t even gotten around to touching to his satisfaction.
Nikolai still didn’t pull away from his mark, but his hips stilled. However, Angelo could handle stimulation to his mating bite even less, so he turned to the other side.
He was drowsy; it really shouldn’t surprise him that even after getting marked and being filled with the Alpha’s knot and cum, he could still feel sleepy.
Still draped over Nikolai, his head resting on the pillow next to him, he readily welcomed sleep, lying in a cloud of their intermingled scents.
Nikolai knew exactly when Angelo fell asleep, and although he was drawn to his mark on the Omega’s slender neck like a moth to the light, he didn’t give in.
He was far from sleepy, arousal replacing the acid in his veins, but the mating bite felt like being sedated, the tension he didn’t even know he was filled with spilling out.
It was difficult to be anxious when Angelo was right in his arms, fast asleep. The assassin completely let his guard down around him, his long hair getting on Nikolai’s face and in his mouth.
A smile stretched out Nikolai’s lips, pulling away from Angelo’s hair to hold his hand. And with their hands interlocked, he let himself fall asleep.
Outside the quiet manor, the snow still fell, soundlessly, unhurried, like they had all the time in the world. The snow was sparse, however, so the tiny snowflakes dissipated into nothing after the leisurely journey from the clouds.
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When Angelo woke up, it was already morning. He was cleaned up and dressed in a night robe, he was also alone but Nikolai’s scent still lingered on the sheets, it was clear that the Mafia King hadn’t been gone long.
He rose to his feet fluidly, his body gently aching. As he walked to the bathroom, he fought off the urge to touch his mating mark, intending to get a look at it first. But when he stepped into the bathroom, he realized something, just like with their shared bedroom, the bathroom was devoid of mirrors.