Captive Mate BL-Chapter 468: + - +

Angelo paused, he thought he had overstepped saying what he did but Nikolai clearly hadn’t minded if the Alpha was focused on this instead. "I’m not some weak Omega," He blurted out before he could stop himself, his eyes widening in apprehension.

Reminding Mafia King Nikolai who was only into women that he wasn’t like the norm probably wasn’t very smart. He expected consequences but none came, Nikolai just looked at him thoughtfully.

"You’re right," Nikolai agreed, "You’re not."

Angelo felt a shiver go down his back, there was something ominous about how Nikolai had said that. He had a feeling that he would still be getting the consequences of his words, so he wisely kept quiet.

Nikolai rose from the bed and started for the door, "Dinner should be here." It would be an early dinner but considering that neither of them had eaten all day, it could hardly be called early.

It was already dusk, the temperature dropping outside as the sky started to darken.

There was a mobile tray right outside the door, the dishes covered. The building wasn’t a hotel, but Nikolai didn’t cook, and he didn’t let just anyone into his apartment, so some arrangements had to be made.

There was a chef on standby in the apartment complex where meals could be ordered whenever, it was why it had arrived so quickly.

He had half-expected to see Silvia right outside the door trying to catch a glimpse of Angelo but she seemed to be keeping to herself for now. He could see her plans in her gleaming black eyes, seeing right through her. It made his jaw tense as he pushed the tray in, taking it to the sitting area.

Although Angelo’s eyes were on the tray, he didn’t come over, going back to the closet to pull out a set of clean bed sheets. Nikolai didn’t try to stop him, he didn’t treat the assassin carefully because he thought he was a helpless Omega, but Angelo didn’t need to know that.

He sat on his favorite sofa, the one that had the best view of Angelo’s bed, watching the assassin bend over as he changed the sheets. He waited for Angelo to come over when he was done before he took the cover off the dishes.

Angelo’s eyes were narrowed as each of the silver covers went off, half-expecting to see a stack of pancakes even at dinner, Nikolai never ’joked’.

After uncovering the last dish, Nikolai looked at him knowingly, a teasing smile on his face. "Disappointed there are no pancakes?"

Angelo just gave him a look, wary of continuing the conversation, he really didn’t want to prompt the Mafia King to have someone bring pancakes. Maybe Nikolai could crack a joke or two.

Dinner wasn’t awkward despite the silence, Angelo wanted to know what Nikolai was thinking. The Mafia King didn’t act any different, he did look a little different eating with his shirt off and his hair messy though.

Angelo pushed the tray outside the door when they were done eating, a little self-conscious now that dinner was out of the way. When his body was suffused with heat and wanting, there was no time to focus on the little things, and unnecessary thoughts.

Nikolai didn’t get up from his seat after he was done putting the tray away, the Mafia King watching him intently as he walked back. For the first time, Angelo felt weakness in his legs, maybe there was a little bit of a weak Omega in him after all.

He felt better, almost completely recovered. After all, Silvia had said it would go on for a couple of days but with Nikolai here that wouldn’t be the case again, would it? Maybe he should search for Silvia and ask her in person.

He stopped half-way into the room, "Has Silvia gone?"

Nikolai’s indulgent expression frosted over, straightening up slightly. "Come here."

Angelo paused for a moment and then walked over, wondering why he couldn’t just have gotten an answer from where he stood. He just wanted to ask her a question, and if he was lucky, she would tell him exactly what he wanted to hear.

That Nikolai just had to help him out once and he would be fine, then he would thank him and leave like the Mafia King wanted him to.

As soon as he was within arms-length, he felt his wrist get caught and pulled on. Angelo hadn’t been on guard so he fell against Nikolai easily, ending up on the Alpha.

He didn’t manage to get even a word of his question out because as soon as he looked up, his lips were covered with a kiss. The kiss felt like gasoline was being poured down his throat, Nikolai’s tongue and teeth flintstones to start the fire.

It burned down his throat like alcohol and it made his head spin, it spread across his body, draining his strength— His heat was far from over.

Angelo returned the kiss, forgetting about wanting to see Silvia, without the pain and discomfort of his heat, it was really nice. To someone who had been starved of pleasure, it was like being suddenly buried in it. He didn’t have much experience with kissing but the messier it was, the better it felt.

Nikolai’s hand went up his bathrobe, sliding up a thigh to grasp his waist underneath the loosely tied belt. He went easily when the Alpha pulled him to sit properly, his knees ending up on either side of the sofa.

The cotton bathrobe suddenly felt like a heavy winter coat on thermal underwear, he needed to get it off. Angelo broke off from the kiss and impatiently tugged the lapels open enough to free his arms from the bathrobe.

His hair got in the way but he didn’t bother putting it up because with Nikolai right there, the Alpha would put it back down as soon as he could get his hands on his hair. The bathrobe was still wrapped around his waist but he didn’t have the patience nor the coordination to pull it completely off.