Captive Mate BL-Chapter 483: + - +

Nikolai’s voice softened despite himself when he spoke to Angelo. "Do you think you can stab through his hands?"

Angelo felt ruffled by the question, was the Mafia King doubting his abilities? When he had been the one to cut his cheek right to the bone?

He rose to his feet with a scoff, moving quicker than the business man could process and leaving behind a dagger running through his outstretched hands and a piercing scream, blood bleeding into the expensive carpet.

Nikolai had an expression of approval at this display, reminded now why Angelo managed to injure him twice, the assassin moved too fast. He focused on the wailing business man looking thoughtful.

"The High Council’s got guts, planting a mole in my casino." He noted off-handedly.

The business man quietened down at his words, his previously muddled gaze going sharp, realizing he hadn’t been able to sell his disguise. He kept his lips tightly pressed together, expecting to be interrogated and tortured.

He had only been at the casino for a few days so he hadn’t manage to learn anything useful but the Mafia King didn’t need to know that. He knew he would be dying regardless so he would be taking all of his secrets to the grave.

"I’ll be taking that," Nikolai said instead, taking back Angelo’s dagger like it had been handed to the High Council spy and not buried in the center of both his palms.

The spy grunted in pain, sweat falling into his eyes, his thinning dark hair damp. He flinched when the bloody knife was wiped on his dress shirt, staining it bloody.

Nikolai held the handle of the dagger tightly, he could still feel the warmth from Angelo’s hands. Then he lifted a hand, a bored expression on his face.

The sound of a gun going off was instant, the spy falling forward over his bloody hands, gagging on the bullet lodged in the side of his neck.

He was still alive when he was dragged out, leaving a bloody trail on the carpet, unable to make a sound to express the feeling of choking on his own blood, his lungs filling rapidly with the thick red liquid.

Angelo stared at the blood on the ground with disapproval, the carpet had been really nice to look at. "Couldn’t you have had your men shoot him outside the door?" He complained.

Nikolai still held onto the dagger he had retrieved from the dying spy, tucking it away in an inner pocket of his overcoat. "I’ll have the carpet changed." He promised.

Angelo noticed this obvious act of theft but said nothing about it. He was more or less working for the Mafia King now, if Nikolai asked for all his knives, he would have to give it to him.

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Lake clung to Davian even though he knew his mate was trying to leave the bed. Davian had carried him to the bed halfway through and now all he wanted to do was go right back to sleep with his mate, completely satiated.

All thoughts of showering, breakfast and even his package was long forgotten as he half-lay on Davian, his arms solidly around the Alpha’s neck.

Davian tried to lift him gently, his tone low and coaxing. "It’s already afternoon, you need to eat something." He reminded for the umpteenth time with growing panic.

Lake’s hair was in his face, his naked body was partially covered by the sheets but it wasn’t enough to cover the red bruises that dotted his skin.

There was a ditzy smile on his face as he spoke, his eyes closed. "I’m already full."

Davian’s face burned from his mate’s words but he had already indulged, the bite marks on his mate’s chest was a loud testament to that. So even though Lake audibly protested, he got off the bed with his mate in his arms and headed for the bathroom.

After a quick shower which was practically him cleaning up a half-dozing Lake, he wrapped him up in a towel and placed him on the bed momentarily.

Davian could just leave his mate in the bedroom and make them brunch but he knew that if he did that, he would come back to Lake fast asleep. He wanted the Omega to eat some before then, despite his claims of being full.

His fears about hurting Lake were all internal, and although Davian was well aware of that, it didn’t stop him from trying to avoid intimacy as a result of that.

Even though Lake was very pleased whenever they got intimate, especially when his usual stoic hold on his control snapped. His first instinct was still to try stopping them from going all the way, especially now that his mate was pregnant.

He was working on it, he really was. But the thought of being the reason something happened to Lake was enough to override the voice of reason in his head.

With his mate slightly dozing and bundled up on the bed, Davian quickly made his way to the front door. and just like they predicted that morning, an unassuming package was placed right on the welcome mat.

He picked it up and returned to Lake’s side, these were what his mate had been looking forward to for days now. Lake had been in a really sour mood when he woke up, and before Davian completely derailed their plans, he had been considering taking his mate down to the village.

Even though he took Lake on evening walks along the beach so the pregnant Omega could get some air, he knew that Lake was in need of social stimulation, so even though he wanted to keep his sweet mate all to himself, he had to be considerate.

Davian got to the room to find Lake well asleep, he tucked the Omega’s damp dark hair out of his face with a loving smile, a hand still holding onto the box he brought.

"Your package is here." He announced softly.

That woke Lake right up, curiosity brightening up his previous dazed expression. He shrugged out of the towel burrito he was put in and sat up, "Let me see what’s in it."

Davian obliged, easily ripping the box open with his hands and taking out smaller pink boxes, handing one to Lake who was already reaching over to grab one for a better look.

Lake had gone for silicone stick-on pads and after opening the box handed to him, he impatiently lifted his shirt. Davian had stimulated his nipples while fucking him, and although it felt heavenly in the moment, it seemed to worsen the leakage.

The towel wrapped around him had absorbed most of the milk but his nipples were still puffy and red. Lake impatiently read the directions and slapped the flower-shaped silicone pads on his chest.

It wasn’t uncomfortable and the leaking stopped instantly. Lake stared at them for a short while and after confirming that they would stay in place, he beamed, making a move to get off the bed so he could try on clothes.

He barely made it off the bed before he stumbled back on it, Davian coming around to him in record time, a guilty expression on his face.

Lake glanced up at his mate wearing the expression of a whipped puppy and sighed, "Please help me get one of your shirts." He asked for help instead, deciding not to talk about why he could stand by himself.

Davian was instantly across the room and was back in no time holding the requested item.

Lake put it on with a pleased expression, it no longer chafed his sore and sensitive nipples and with the milk plugged up, there was no leaking either. He almost shot to his feet in excitement but he stopped himself in time to not trigger his mate any more.

"With this we can go down to the village," He beamed.

Davian easily returned the smile, he had already made up his mind to take Lake down. "Why don’t we eat dinner in the village?"

Lake’s eyes sparkled bright enough to rival the sun, "We can try the place that serves the seafood platter again." He suggested, happy.

Davian’s smile dimmed, "You don’t like the way I make you the seafood platter?"

Lake held his mate’s arms and used them to lift himself up, all traces of sleep long gone with the arrival of his nipple pads. "No, I love them but we could try something else." He was quick to say, taking Davian to the kitchen.

Lake didn’t explicitly say that he was hoping Davian would learn another tasty recipe but he was certainly thinking about it.

Davian wanted to pout some more but he was too relieved that Lake was taking the initiative to encourage them to eat something. So he instead focused on cooking, Lake sitting at the island keeping him company.

The Omega occasionally patted his chest and glanced down at the nude-colored silicone pads completely covering his nipples. With how often he fiddled with it Davian wouldn’t be surprised if it fell off before brunch was ready.

He made no move to caution Lake, happy to let him do whatever he wanted. If it fell off, it didn’t matter, there were several boxes of it and he could always get him more.