Chapter 109: I don’t need proof

Elias’s POV

I shut my mouth as Noah does the unbelievable and sits on the toilet with his thighs pressed together.

He really is that thoughtless and overtly bright cherry blossom boy.

I suspected it before, but I clearly see it now. It’s the same blonde hair. The same jewel-like blue eyes. And the same fucking attitude.

I am clearly giving him the cold shoulder and he’s worming his way past my glaring warning signs. Just like back then, I am not getting rid of him.

The omega’s eyes are fixed on me, and I choose to continue washing my body.

I move my loofah away from my groin, moving it over my taut stomach, and over my right nipple.

I’m not an exhibitionist, but something about the way his lips part and the way his tongue sneaks out is doing to my head.

The omega drops his gaze, and I don’t follow his line of sight. I already know what he’s looking at. And I can already feel the heat of his invisible touch.

Fuck.

It’s too early to crave him like this. We still have a mountain of problems waiting for us. I should focus.

Noah gulps loudly and I groan.

"Come here" I order and he gets up immediately.

He takes small steps towards the shower, not flinching as some of the water bounces off my body and ends up on his.

"Can I shower with you?" he asks and I give him a go-ahead by nodding at him.

The omega takes off his clothes in a hurry. He lets them drop to the floor, and I watch the way his entire body quakes.

My omega is moving like a man who hasn’t taken his favorite narcotic in a long time.

I’m possessive of him and he’s addicted to me.

What a pair we make. Messed up. Wrong. Toxic. And most importantly, meant to be.

He steps in front of me and his skin turns pink from the warm water. His hair gets plastered to his skull as the water cascades on him and I can’t take it anymore.

He’s wet. He’s here. And he’s showing me what’s mine. I grab him by the nape and crash my lips on his.

Mine.

No matter what is happening. No matter what shit is waiting for us. He remains mine.

If my rock suddenly turns explosive, it doesn’t change the fact that it’s completely mine. Noah holds on to my side as I ravish his mouth.

"Fuck" I hiss as his fingers dig into the healing flesh of my arm.

"S-sorry" Noah stutters, cheeks flushed and lips red from how hard I’m kissing him. I release a breath and dip my head to kiss him again.

His mouth welcomes me instantly. He tastes like everything I’ve always wanted but couldn’t name. I take his bottom lip between my teeth and bite.

My neglected cock is stiff, my balls are aching for release, and Noah’s hard-on is pressing against me too.

I reach down between us and take his hardness, stroking him slowly and getting a moan out of him.

I should focus on myself, but giving him an orgasm first is my only priority at this moment.

"Oh...G-goddess" Noah moans as I twist my wrist and his hips buck.

"You rejected dinner with your family last night, Noah" I tell him. I’m still stroking his stiffness and he nods, panting against my mouth as I pull him closer to the edge.

"Do you know what that means?" I ask and he nods again, pressing his lips together to swallow his whimper as I swipe my thumb over his slit.

The bathroom is steamy with heat and dense with lust-heavy pheromones.

"It means you completely belong to me" I growl against his mouth like it’s a threat and I push him over the edge, holding him close as he cums into my hand.

My words are a threat. If he dares change his mind or tries to escape me, I won’t hesitate to take his breath.

"Mghh" Noah moan, weak against my body as he spurts ropes of cum to the floor.

The omega shudders for a few seconds and my cock throbs. I’ve been starving myself for him for a while now. I won’t be one of those men who wanted to take advantage of him in Freya’s den.

"Noah? Elias?" Lucas’s voice calls from outside the bathroom door and I curse under my breath.

Privacy is a luxury in this house.

"What?" I bark the question with annoyance and Noah presses his face against my wet skin.

"Breakfast" Lucas singsongs.

He’s a bullshitting troublemaker.

"Finish up and come out" I tell Noah as I help him lean against the wall. I step out of the shower and grab two towels off the rack. One is for my waist, and the other is for my hair.

I find Lucas grinning as I open the door.

"You fucker" I hiss in his face and his grin grows even wider.

"Phew! You smell pent up, did I interrupt something?" he asks, wriggling his brows suggestively and I give him the middle finger.

"Why are you here?" I ask and he drops the playfulness.

"Siren wants feedback on the dinner date" he says and I drag my palms down my face.

That dinner date is one of the many things I have experienced and need to make myself forget.

"I don’t think we should have that discussion at the breakfast table with everyone present" I say to Lucas and the door opens.

"Because of me?" Noah asks.

"Your eavesdropping problem is getting out of hand, Angel" I say and he huffs, coming out of the bathroom with a small towel around his waist.

Is he begging to be fucked?

"What are you doing?" I ask him, eyeing the omega’s exposed body and he looks down at himself.

"I’m coming out of the bathroom, is there a problem?" he responds with clear sass in his voice, and I point at my guard who thinks this situation is funny.

"Lucas is here" I say.

"We’re all men" Noah says.

"You’re my man" I growl at him and he seems to finally get my point.

The omega’s cheeks slowly turn red. Is he really blushing right now? I need to understand what goes on in his head. I’m being mad at him and he’s...blushing.

"Actually, we’re two men and half" Lucas jokes and I give him a look to shut him up. I’m talking to my husband. He shouldn’t interrupt us.

"Okay, I’m out" Lucas rolls his eyes, shoves his hands into his pants and walks out of the room.

Noah and I look at each other. We are still wet, half-naked and pent up with sexual tension.

I think I understand why Dad keeps his hands on Mom all the time.

"Get dressed" I groan and Noah gives me the stink eye before going to the wardrobe to take out what he wants to wear.

I follow him with my eyes, and when the omega drops the towel to the floor, I groan in frustration. Without a word, I turn around to save myself from seeing too much.

Choosing to add fuel to my fire, Noah walks past me to return the towel. He’s still naked, tempting, and distracting.

I turn around to face the other way. "Get dressed, Noah" I say and he huffs.

"What’s the point of joining your family’s breakfast table. You’re not going to let me know anything anyways" he says.

"Just get dressed. Fuck" I snap with more bite than intended and the angelic omega finally obeys.

He obeys but he does it with retaliation. He picks a shirt of mine that is clearly made for luxury events. He makes sure to hold my gaze as he puts it on.

"You’re one of a kind, Noah" I mutter and he leaves the room first.

What other proof do I need? This man is one hundred percent the boy who didn’t shut up while I tried my best to read in peace.