Captive Mate BL-Chapter 463: + - +

Nikolai was in a good mood even though Angelo’s orgasm nearly ripped his dick in half. Being pulled in by Angelo felt nice, just as nice as falling into the cloud of his scent.

"Still sleepy?" He teased. Being held tightly by Angelo like this made it difficult to move but the Omega was still coming down from his orgasm, twitching and trembling under him. He could be nice and give him a breather.

Angelo wasn’t at his sharpest mentally but he was smart enough not to give an honest answer. He still wanted to sleep, pain was exhausting and he had been in so much of it until Nikolai came.

Now that the pain was eliminated, he was exhausted. And now he had been tired out further by being fucked so hard, his vision nearly went white.

Nikolai didn’t even seem to be close to finishing, it made Angelo’s lips turn down, his eyes damp. If he said ’yes’, would that give him what he wanted? It absolutely wouldn’t.

So lying was easy, he shook his head knowing Nikolai could feel it. He had no idea how to make an Alpha cum faster and it was something he really wished he had even a little idea of right then.

Nikolai didn’t pull away to look at his face like he really wanted to, feeling his blood cool a little. He had nearly gone over the edge with Angelo which was a first for him.

But he currently had all his clothes off and was pressed skin to skin with Angelo, he had a lot of ’firsts’ going on. It wasn’t surprising anymore, it wasn’t unsettling either, or maybe he was just drunk on Angelo’s scent.

"Use your words," He ordered but his tone was gentle, almost sappy.

"I’m not sleepy," Angelo defended himself.

A vein ticked on Nikolai jaw, Angelo’s words had been slurred with sleep and the Omega had stifled a yawn against him. "If you’re bored I’ll get off."

"No," Angelo tightened his hold desperately, he had been worried that Nikolai would fuck him within an inch of consciousness again, it didn’t at all cross his mind that Nikolai would leave.

"I’m not bored," He tried to explain, wincing when he had to stifle another yawn.

Angelo loosened his hold on Nikolai slightly so he could show his face, his eyes pleading. "I’m not bored, your scent is cool and nice and I’m tired from how shitty I felt before you came."

It wasn’t like Angelo to say so many words but he genuinely wanted to convey how he felt. And the fear of Nikolai leaving had spurred him on, giving him an incentive.

Nikolai had barely been paying attention to Angelo’s words, staring at the assassin’s face with satisfaction. He never thought his scent was special, he didn’t cover it up with the scent of cigars on purpose, that had been a side effect of wanting a smoke.

Even if Angelo hadn’t given an excuse, just looking at him would have been enough but Angelo didn’t know that because he was still staring at him expectantly, apprehension in those pleasure-darkened eyes.

Nikolai kissed his round lips, it was something he would never tire of doing. "Sleep."

Angelo’s eyes widened in happy surprise, "Will you stay?"

Nikolai greedily claimed another kiss, he couldn’t find the right words to explain that he was pretty much wrapped around the assassin’s finger. If Angelo wanted him to stay, he would.

"Sure," He agreed, his tone dry.

This was Angelo’s first time— he would make sure the others didn’t count. If all the blood in his brain hadn’t gone right to his dick, he would have quickly figured out the reason why Angelo was so tired.

Besides, the Omega’s heat was just beginning, and heats gave Omegas incredible stamina. He was in no rush, he might not be able to eat Angelo to keep the assassin all to himself but he would be able to take him completely apart.

"Don’t pull out either," Angelo kept making requests. "It makes me sleepy." fгeewebnovёl.com

Nikolai had a brow cocked, that was a first... having someone tell him his dick made them sleepy. He bit back a smile, he was still rock hard, keeping himself sheathed was sensual torture.

"Sure." He agreed again, letting Angelo pull him down so he could hide in the curve of his neck.

The only change in Angelo was that the assassin no longer had his legs wrapped around him. His legs dropped to the bed, his breathing slowing down almost instantly like he had been struggling to stay awake.

Nikolai found it hard to be upset, smiling a little wider this time. Even though he couldn’t see Angelo’s face in the position and he was going to be constantly edged for however long the Omega slept for.

But Angelo was in heat, he was supposed to indulge the Omega no matter what. Or how did it go again with pairs who were in love?

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In the living room, Silvia was pacing like her child was in the delivery ward. She had no interest in eavesdropping despite being very worried but even though she was a good distance from Angelo’s room, she heard Angelo cry.

Silvia’s heart dropped, freezing when sobbing quickly followed. She wanted nothing more than to check up on Angelo and make sure he was okay but not only was she uninterested in walking in on such an intimate situation that involved Angelo, there was no doubt that Nikolai would break her neck.

He might be nice and break just her limbs for Angelo’s sake but she wouldn’t be leaving the room in one piece. That thought spurred her on, it made her leave the living room and head in the other direction.

Maybe if she put the entire sprawling apartment in between them, she would be spared from the audio. After all, Angelo was an adult and he had asked for this.

After his heat was over, she would go to comfort him, but for now, she would be backing the fuck away.

Silvia had no direction in mind, she just wanted to find a room she could stay in where she wouldn’t have to listen to Angelo finding out after fucking around.

She was wary about wandering into just any room, there was a chance they were all even locked. Feeling like she had walked far away enough, she tried the first door she stopped at, pleasantly surprised to find it open.

Her pleasant expression fell off her face immediately, horror coalescing on her features as she took in the play room and all of the equipment Mafia King Nikolai had set up.

Her blood pressure skyrocketed, wishing that she had sat still and endured in the living room. She didn’t need a visual to accompany what she was already aware that Nikolai was capable of.