Possessed By The God: God's Choice Series I (omegaverse bl)

Elias’s POV

”It’s a freaking lake!” he shouts as the car comes to a stop.

He doesn’t wait for me to open the door, and even with a limp, Noah tasks himself with running to the edge of the clear water.

I’m not supposed to touch him, so my eyes do all the work.

They follow. Memorize. And eat him up. Noah is laughing and staring into the water like a movie star.

Even in my hoodie and pants, he looks picture worthy. Always the gorgeous angel. Am I praising him too much? I’m sure I am.

I snatch my phone and my book of the day off the car seat and follow.

”This is so cool” he yells.

I settle on the bench at a small distance away from him. Still making sure my eyes are on him.

This is my act of charity. I have to water and give him some sun. He’s a fucking sunflower in form of a cherry blossom tree.

Nonsense.

He’s making me think nonsense. I need to study him less and read more books. He’s destroying my thought patterns.

The omega waves his arms frantically to get my attention. I’m watching him, but I don’t show it or respond. My book, an expose written by a Winslow survivor, is open and the next line is important.

Due to years of mental oppression in Winslow, omegas are naturally inclined to feign modesty.

Hmm...Noah has let loose with me a number of times. He liked it when I restrained him...

Encourage your omega to comfortably ask for what they want. I needed support in order to come out.

”Hey, Elias” Noah yells and throws a stone at me. The smooth rock hits the bench and I finally look up.

”Yes?” I ask.

”Can I take a dip?” he points at the water and I flick my wrist, feigning nonchalance.

It’s time for me to practice what the book says. It was part of the books I took from Winslow. An officially banned book.

Noah can do whatever he wants as long as he does it in front of me. He doesn’t kill himself. And he doesn’t get to see Roman Stiles arriving at my family home.

I’ll give him everything but that.

My phone dings with the arrival of a new message. I put my finger between the book’s pages. Pick up the device and open the message.

Malachi:

Roman is here.

He won’t stop asking about Noah.

Me:

Ignore him.

He’s irrelevant.

Malachi:

You killed his dad, didn’t you?

He was the one involved in Noah’s kidnap

Right?

Me:

Only text me with important things.

I slam the phone face down and ignore the next two notification noises. Kai is demanding answers.

Roman’s father’s death was an important moment. If I had the power to turn back time. I would wake him from the dead and murder him again for the fun of it.

I lick my bottom lip as I remember the way his warm blood splattered on me. The old man died seconds away from raping his own son’s childhood crush with a mask on his face and his wrinkled cock hanging out.

Pigs.

All of them who sit back and call my family names of the devil are pigs in human bodies and my family will be the Gods who control them.

A loud splash in the lake distracts me and I look up to find Noah in the water, but I don’t see him. It looks like he has gone underwater. I reach my pocket watch and count five.

I hate the water. But if I don’t see my husband coming up for air in five seconds, I will jump in to find him and break his neck while I’m at it.

One. Two. Three. Four. Fuck.

I breathe a sigh of relief when Noah comes up.

His smile is wide and bright as he pushes his wet blonde hair back. He looks pleased with himself and it’s sickening the way my body and soul responds to him.

He’s dripping wet with the clear water and glowing with the sun. His rosy nipples are tight and my boxers clings to his lower body.

Does he know how appealing he is?

He looks like an innocent doll, yet he’s more attractive than he’s aware of. It’s no wonder Roman would risk his life for him. Unfortunately, Noah is mine and I won’t hesitate to take Roman’s life.

”Fuck” I whisper to myself and drag my eyes off him.

I should be focused on reading. I should be learning Noah just so I can break him. I shouldn’t be eye-worshipping him like I’ve never seen an omega in my life.

I gulp and look at the book again. But all the words on the book are gone. All I see is Noah’s body on the pages.

Wet. Glistening. Perfect.

A wet hand reaches out to shut my book and out of reflex, I grab the hand. I growl as I hold it tight enough to inflict damage.

”Ow!” Noah yells, snatching his hand away from me and holding it to his chest.

”Don’t sneak up on me” I warn through my teeth.

I hate being surprised by my environment. It’s like a fucking trigger.

”I wasn’t trying to sneak. I had been calling you but you didn’t hear me, and I wanted to ask you to do something for me” he explains and I sigh.

Fuck.

”What do you want?” I spit out.

”Can you pin me down again?” he asks in a confident tone and I flinch.

”I already established that I won’t be doing that. What else do you want to hear from me, Angel?” I ask.

”I just...I don’t get why I reacted like that” he says.

”It’s a trauma response” I repeat the same thing I’ve said to him.

”But I can’t let it run my life, can you just help me...nevermind” he mutters and turns around to leave.

I don’t know why, but I grab his wet arm and I’m already on my feet.

”Fine. If anything goes wrong, you tell me immediately” I order and he nods.

”Can we do it right here?” he asks quietly.

Oh?

”In a public space?” I ask him.

”It’s just you and me...” he starts to blush a deep red and he clears his throat, ”we can stay near the water and pretend to give CPR if someone asks.”

I need to see what goes on in his head.

”Fine” I accept his offer and in less than one minute, he’s lying on his back in the sand, and I’m ready to sit on him.

I exaggerate my movements to trigger him faster and make him stop. I take my time in crawling on him, and even before I finish my show, he starts to pant.

”Wait...” he rasps painfully. The omega sits up with a whine and pushes me off slightly.

”That’s it. Don’t ask me to do this again” I say. And as I lift my body off the floor to leave him, he grabs the hem of my pants.

”Wait” he says.

”Noah” I call his name warningly, ”just stop” I say.

”Can I do it on top of you?” he asks in a rush and I’m once again dumbfounded Noah Goldsmith the refined omega.

Did I hear correctly?

”You want to sit on me and pin me down?” I ask with my head tilted to the side and he nods.

”For what reason?” I ask again.

”I just...what if I’m on my heat again and I...nevermind” he says again, bright pink with embarrassment.

Ah...my vocal Angel is back.

”Fine.”

”What?”

”Fine” I repeat, unbuttoning my sleeves.

”You can sit on me, Angel” I say.