Nikolai remained calm, the heat in his eyes cooling as he gently untangled a knot in Angelo’s hair— it was time for another visit to Roxie. "Sick of me already?" He asked lightly, but underneath that was a hint of desperation.
Angelo was still dazed from the fucking, he could barely hold his head up, speaking without being self-conscious. "No, but you might be. I’m the one being done a favor."
Nikolai clamped his lips shut, he doubted Angelo was the one being done the favor here. "I would have kicked you out the moment I was," He spoke before he could stop himself.
It was what he would have said to anyone else, but he was trying to convince Angelo to stay with him, he had to be... nicer.
Angelo didn’t seem to mind, an absent smile on his face as he let his face drop back against his chest.
"Sleepy?" Nikolai murmured in a disapproval-laced tone.
Angelo wasn’t sleepy but it felt like he was stuffed full of cotton, he didn’t want to move anytime soon. So he gave a lazy hum that could be translated as a positive or negative response.
In the next moment, Nikolai rose to his feet, picking him up with ease. Angelo was startled out of his comfort, instinctively clinging to the Mafia King’s shoulders.
He muffled a moan in his shoulder, oversensitive. Nikolai was still half-hard inside him but the new position made him slide further down on it, it made him tighten up.
He thought Nikolai had misunderstood his words and was taking him to bed to get some sleep but he didn’t protest. As long as Nikolai stayed with him and didn’t pull out, he might even end up falling asleep
Angelo realized his miscalculation when he was placed on his back, Nikolai following right after him and pressing him into the bed.
He swallowed down his protests and resigned himself to the inevitable. Mentally, he might want a break but his body was more than eager, his legs parting willingly, wanton sounds falling from his mouth.
Angelo comforted himself that this time, after they were done, they could go right to sleep until his heat rose again... Which was all wishful thinking.
In a few hours, the sheets were messy again, and Angelo really wanted to sleep now. His legs trembled with every languid thrust from Nikolai. The Mafia King had slowed down from the quick pace he had been going at, at first, but he showed no signs of tiring out.
Angelo turned his face to the side, inadvertently wiping his tears on the sheets. He was the one in heat, why did it feel like Nikolai was in rut instead?
Nikolai immediately reached out to turn his face back into view, content to stare at him and fuck him for the rest of the night.
Angelo had reached his limit an hour ago, completely wrung dry of orgasms. Even in heat, his cock could only get half-hard, his entire body wet with bodily fluids.
He was sure the entire bed had to be thrown away. There was an entire fountain of slick beneath him, there was no getting that out of the foam.
He clung to Nikolai when the Alpha came inside him, his lower belly a little rounded. Not only did Nikolai have a ridiculous amount of stamina, but the Alpha just kept getting hard.
All of Angelo’s tolerance had gotten broken like he was. "No more." He tried to say firmly to emphasize his seriousness, but it just came out shaky and filled with tears.
Nikolai pulled away slightly, a satisfied smile on his face, and an almost rosy glow on his face. "Still sleepy?"
"I-I’m not," He was quick to deny, shaking his head to add to his credibility even though he was barely hanging on to consciousness, another round and he would have fainted dead away.
"Then we can keep going," Nikolai spoke decisively, licking away the tears at the corner of his eye.
Angelo just teared up some more. It was a lose-lose situation with the insatiable Mafia King.
"I’m sleepy," He forced out in a tiny voice, his pride long thrown off the bed. It was somewhere on the ground with his discarded bathrobes.
Nikolai’s chuckle was low and throaty. The Mafia King was really amused by that response, laughing harder than Angelo thought the situation called for.
He stared flatly up at Nikolai, was what he said really that funny? That expression was quickly wiped away and replaced with one of panic when Nikolai sat up and caressed his thighs.
But Nikolai pulled out instead, drawing a soft moan from Angelo. The Omega was exhausted, pleasure constantly buzzing despite the lack of stimulation.
He somehow managed to convince Nikolai with his weak protests, but Angelo wasn’t going to screw things up for himself by saying something to provoke the Mafia King currently getting off the bed.
Sleeping on the bed for the night was next to impossible unless they wanted to lie in a puddle of cum and slick. So Angelo was curious about the Alpha’s plans, he was still laying flat on the bed, not sure his body would listen to him if he tried to get up.
Nikolai offered a hand, his dark blue eyes sharp despite the faint look of mirth remnant on his face.
Angelo pushed himself to a half sitting position and winced. It didn’t hurt, but it felt like Nikolai was still deep in him with the Alpha’s tip right against his sweet spot.
He took the offered hand and leaned his weight against Nikolai, using the Alpha’s strength to get off the bed. As soon as his legs touched the ground, they crumbled and went soft underneath him, making him reach reflexively for Nikolai.
He didn’t have to because the Alpha seemed to predict this, catching him with ease and holding him up. "Having difficulties standing?"
Angelo could hear the complete satisfaction in the question disguised as concern, and he could even be upset. He had brought this on himself.
He decided that he would ignore Nikolai, the Mafia King had already won, he wasn’t going to let him gloat further.
So, with a straight face while leaning against the taller figure of Nikolai, he asked calmly. "Where are we sleeping?"
Nikolai wasn’t even upset at the sudden change in conversation, a slanted smile on his lips. "There’s another guest room nearby."
Angelo pressed his lips together, they were puffy and bitten till they were bruised because of a certain ravenous Mafia King. It was just next door, but if he couldn’t even stand, walking was out of the question.
Nikolai seemed to read his mind because the Alpha swept him up into his arm with ease, starting for the door. "Let’s take a shower."
Angelo tensed up at that suggestion, it was sometime around midnight. If Mafia King Nikolai made another move while they were in the bathroom, he wouldn’t hesitate to strangle him with the shower chain.
Nikolai saw the determined look on Angelo’s soft face and bit back a smile, he could read the assassin’s thoughts with a look. He was almost tempted to try something to see what Angelo had planned out, but he was averse to upsetting him.
His smile faded away as he skillfully opened the door even while holding Angelo, if the assassin hadn’t ’put his foot down’ he wouldn’t have stopped.
When he was in bed with others, they didn’t dare voice their dissents, but with them it was a chore, he wanted to get it over with as quickly as possibly to take some of the edge off. Nikolai was also learning something new about himself, the perfect solution to this would be to bring out the aphrodisiacs once again.
There was still dark traces of hunger in his eyes as he walked into the room that was an exact copy of the one Angelo had been in, down to the decor. He headed to the bathroom, the bed in this room was made, and more importantly, it was clean, although Nikolai doubted that would last long.
Angelo rested his head against the shoulder, the assassin’s eyes were closed, and if he didn’t have his arms thrown around his neck, Nikolai would think he had fallen fast asleep.
They weren’t wearing clothes to begin with so he just headed right for the shower, placing Angelo gingerly on his feet. The assassin stood with more balance now, much to Nikolai’s disappointment, he had been looking forward to taking a shower with their bodies pressed up against each other as he Keep reading on NovelHub - where stories come alive!
Angelo reached behind him to bind up his hair, it was going to get wet in the shower anyway but that didn’t matter, it was already damp to begin with. He didn’t have the energy to wash it tonight so it would stay up.
Just like a cat seeing a glass at the edge of the table, as soon as his hair was up, Nikolai reached out to bat at it, making it tumble down his shoulders again.
"I’ll wash it for you," Nikolai offered generously before Angelo could say some of the scolding words brimming in his eyes.