Captive Mate BL-Chapter 465: + - +

Even with everything else going on, Angelo could feel the scars on Nikolai’s body under his hands. With his tear-blurred vision, there was no time to get a better look right then, especially not with the feat he was about to carry out.

He figured that he could probably keep this up for a short while as long as Nikolai’s dick didn’t rub against his sweet spot, he just had to be careful to avoid it.

Nikolai watched Angelo scheme quietly, dangerously close to erupting. He was being extremely patient for someone who always went for what they wanted, no questions asked.

Even with his heat and being fucked to sleep earlier, Angelo could easily scale walls so he managed to lift himself with some effort. Nikolai had found his sweet spot for the first time just a short while ago, it was really in deep, so the chances that he would hit it when he went down on Nikolai had to be really low.

Angelo nearly bit his tongue as a flash of white bloomed behind his eyelids, doing exactly what he had been trying to avoid. His legs crumbled and he fell forward against Nikolai, his hair covering them both like a black curtain.

Nikolai was much deeper in this position, and he had nailed his prostate dead on when he pushed back down. The pleasure left him panting and robbed of speech.

Nikolai gently pushed Angelo’s hair to the side, his hand trembling slightly. "Giving up already."

Angelo was absolutely doing that, he knew when to give up. He nodded against Nikolai’s shoulder, still searching for his voice box that he had almost swallowed down.

Nikolai’s low chuckled rumbled through his body, heating him up and leaving pinpricks of pleasure in its wake. "That’s no fun. Try harder, weren’t you trying to apologize?"

Angelo pushed himself a little higher to look Nikolai in the face, begging with his eyes. Nikolai never said what he didn’t mean, but he didn’t think he could get his legs to listen to him one more time.

He was really trying to apologize though, he couldn’t make Nikolai do all of the work again so with some effort, he rose upright, only this time he pulled completely off the Alpha.

Nikolai’s expression abruptly went cold, "What are you doing?"

Angelo didn’t go far, he just knelt beside him and reached behind him to pull his wild hair back. "Apologizing," He mumbled sheepishly.

He wasn’t the type to get hung up on something, if one way didn’t work, another was sure to.

All of the thought of Angelo leaving fled out the window, and it left behind a strange kind of concern. Nikolai wasn’t the type to be worried about his bed partners, he treated them well but that was all he ever really did.

He wanted to stop Angelo but the assassin looked determined, wrapping his hair behind his neck in a loose bun casually in a move that bespoke how many times he had done it.

Once again there was something warm wrapped around his dick, he already knew first hand that the Omega didn’t have a gag reflex but it was still surprising. Angelo took him into his throat in one go, taking his entire length easily.

That was where his expertise ended, he was careful not to use his teeth but he didn’t move, didn’t bob his head and just swallowed occasionally with a frown like he was trying to figure out how things were supposed to go.

Nikolai didn’t feel pleasure, just bitter anger and a stabbing pain. He pulled Angelo off carefully and sat up, kissing the confusion off the assassin’s face. "Apology accepted."

Angelo was pleasantly surprised, he knew Nikolai was letting him off easy because he hadn’t done much. It was just... all the blowjobs he had ever given were forced on him, this was the first time he wanted to do it for someone.

He frowned, the expression marring his pretty face, unwanted memories reaching for him with ghostly claws, threatening to pull him under.

Nikolai reached behind Angelo to undo the loose knot his hair was in, kissing him hard enough to snap him out of his daze. He could already see the color and life bleeding out of Angelo’s eyes, he should have stopped the assassin.

Angelo felt the gentle weight of his hair fall down his back... Nikolai really liked his hair down. Nikolai was the one here with him, he was fine...

His self-reassuring thoughts trailed off when he suddenly ended up on his face, his arms folded behind his back. The memories that tried to overwhelm him were wiped clean when Nikolai slipped back into his slick-soaked hole.

The Mafia King had a firm grip on his hair as he fucked him hard into the bed, barely giving him the chance to breathe much more think. His face was buried in the sheets, feeling like pleasure, pure and undiluted was being injected steadily into his bloodstream.

It should have felt like too much, and it did, but his body wanted more. He pushed back eagerly against Nikolai’s forceful thrusts, his brain blanked out. He could hardly remember who he was, and where he was, more complicated thoughts were completely impossible.

Nikolai’s grip in his hair was harsh but even that felt good, his back arched deeply like a classic statue. The wrecked sheets absorbed all of his tears and cries, his pleasure reaching a crescendo.

He trembled with the force of his orgasm but Nikolai’s hold didn’t ease, neither did the Alpha slow down. His orgasm bloomed, the sharp edges of pleasure dulling. Although he should be overstimulated, it felt like he was plunged into a pool of warm water.

It reminded him of how he felt after his orgasm from the aphrodisiac, peaceful... he wasn’t sleepy anymore but his thoughts slowed down, his body becoming pliant.

It was a state he had never been in before but he didn’t fight it... It was Nikolai, he would be fine, the Mafia King would make sure of it.

Nikolai noticed Angelo’s change in demeanor, but it was faintly, through narrowed vision. He had done this to distract Angelo, and it was efficient, but he wasn’t made of marble, the last strings of his self-imposed restrictions snapped.

And even when Angelo seemed to go boneless underneath him, he couldn’t stop himself to check on the assassin, the pleasure barreling through him.

Even in the depths of mindless pleasure, he wanted Angelo close so he let go of him and pulled him close, a terrible move on his part because with the Omega’s neck bared in front of him, his deeply suppressed instincts threatened to overwhelm him.

His thrusts inadvertently slowed down as his knot grew, stretching Angelo uncomfortably full enough for him to whimper softly, his neck still bared.

Nikolai swallowed back the growl in his throat and bit down on Angelo’s shoulder instead of marking the Omega like his instincts was clamoring for him to. Even while on the cusp of chaos, he didn’t bite down hard enough to break skin, holding Angelo close to ground himself.

His orgasm contorted his expression into something dangerous, beastly. Anyone looking on the scene from outside would be sure that he was going to bite down harder on Angelo’s shoulder and eat the Omega, bones, sinews and all.

Nikolai slowly let them both fall to the bed, his hold on Angelo not easing even once. They were on their sides, Nikolai’s face tucked in Angelo’s neck as he waited for his knot to go down.

When the insanity receded enough for him to regain control over it, he lifted his head and reached out to tip Angelo’s face in his direction. The Omega had a faint loopy smile on his face, it was new on Angelo’s face but familiar to him.

Nikolai kissed him gently, his lips curving at the corners when Angelo hummed satisfactorily into the kiss. He pulled away to study the assassin again, still not content with just looking. "Are you hurt?"

Angelo’s reaction was another absent smile, floating in subspace. He wanted to stay like this for a long time, Nikolai’s dick in him and the Alpha’s arms around him.

A niggling thought tried to break into the calm sea of his mind... After his heat was over, wouldn’t he have to leave again? Nikolai was only doing this because he needed the Alpha’s help right?

The thought was nudged aside when Nikolai pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, the Alpha’s soothing scent washing over him and dragging him deeper... to where his worries didn’t exist and the only thing he could think of was Nikolai, the Alpha’s touch, the Alpha’s scent, the Alpha’s cum filling his belly.

"Go to sleep," Nikolai’s low voice filled his ears, lulling Angelo to sleep although he wasn’t sleepy.

Nikolai shouldn’t be sleepy as well, he had never slept without drugs. But as pleasure softly buzzed through him, and he nosed at Angelo’s scent gland, he felt his eyes grow heavy. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

He didn’t fight it, just as he didn’t fight anything that had to do with Angelo. Even when the assassin had attacked him with intent to kill, he hadn’t been serious about fighting back.