Reborn as a villain:Claim the omega, Kiss the beta, Kill the dukes-Chapter 121: Hunger [ M]

Chapter 119

Nolan

I have absolutely zero self-control. None. Not a single shred.

My lungs try to remember how breathing works as I brace both palms against the rim of the tub, dragging in air that refuses to feel enough. My forehead rests against my arm, and the steamy bathroom feels tighter than it should.

When I finally lift my head and make eye contact with Ciel, he’s wearing that look—

that proud, smug, big-brother-who-knows-your-secrets look.

Fantastic. Just fantastic.

"Don’t," I mutter. My voice cracks.

Even worse.

Ciel only smiles wider, warm and infuriating.

I want to sink under the water and never come back up.

"I wasn’t going to say anything," he lies, because lying is apparently a hobby of his.

He tucks a strand of damp hair behind my ear, and the gesture is so soft my ears burn hotter.

"I hate this," I whisper.

I don’t. But still.

He laughs softly, brushing my cheek with his thumb.

"Now, my dear doggy... how far have you two gone?"

Jack’s voice dips lower, a velvet scrape through the speaker.

He sounds strained, like he’s holding himself back with nothing but thin thread. He still hasn’t finished—what is that stamina?

I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of it.

Heat crawls up my neck.

I glance at Ciel, who shrugs nonchalantly, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Not far.... I guess," I say, my voice still shaky and breathless.

There’s a faint, sharp inhale from Jack.

"Oh, I see," he says, and I can hear his smile. "Think you can repeat what my sunshine did to you?"

I turn my head to Ciel who is watching me, looking nothing like an innocent bystander. I let my gaze lower and the sight of him, flushed and hard, sends a fresh wave of desire through me.

"I..." I swallow, nerves and anticipation tangling until I can barely breathe. "I can try."

Ciel steps closer, his hands finding their way to my chest, his touch gentle yet firm.

I still don’t understand what it is about my chest — a perfectly normal, average, flat chest — that has both Ciel and Jack acting like it’s some kind of forbidden delicacy.

And yes, fine, I have added chest-day to my workout routine, and no, it’s absolutely not connected to this. Not at all. Obviously.

Ciel’s fingers trace the lines of my collarbone, slow and deliberate, and the breath I drag in is embarrassingly shaky.

His head tilts, that soft, thoughtful way he does when he’s tasting a sauce or considering whether a cake needs more vanilla.

Except right now, he’s studying me with that same quiet intensity — and it’s honestly unfair.

His eyes trace my face, my lips, then lower, slow enough to make my pulse skip.

"You okay?" he murmurs.

The question is gentle, careful. It slips under my ribs.

I nod far too quickly. "Yeah. Yep. Completely fine. Perfectly fine."

Ciel’s mouth twitches like he’s holding back a laugh.

Why wouldn’t I be fine?

Just standing in a bathroom half-naked with the man I’ve been pining over for years, with Jack on the line probably smirking into the receiver like the demon he is.

No reason to panic at all.

***

Ciel

"Sunshine, step away."

Jack’s voice cuts in, warm but commanding in that way he gets when he’s very sure of what he wants.

I hesitate for a second before taking a careful step back. Nolan looks like he wants to protest, but he doesn’t. He tracks my movement with wide eyes, cheeks flushed, breathing uneven.

I can’t help the small flicker of disappointment in my chest, I wanted to keep touching him but Jack is calling the shots tonight, and Nolan clearly needs someone to tell him what to do or he’ll self-destruct from nerves.

Nolan’s eyes meet mine, and I can see the nervousness in his gaze. It’s so cute how he tries to pretend he’s not affected, but I can tell he’s a nervous wreck.

I’ve only ever been around overconfident alphas, even those who didn’t know what they were doing in bed. Nolan’s vulnerability is refreshing and endearing.

It does... things to me.

I take another step back, and suddenly, I hit the wall in this tiny bathroom. The coolness of the wall against my skin sends a shiver down my spine, grounding me in the moment.

"Where is he?" Jack asks, his voice heavy with anticipation.

"He’s... standing," Nolan says, voice tight. "Looking at me. Uh—he’s leaning against the wall."

I manage to stay still, my lips twitching because Nolan sounds like he’s narrating a wildlife documentary and I’m the startled deer.

"Good," Jack murmurs. "Now walk to him... and hold him."

Nolan’s breath stutters.

Mine stops entirely.

He moves toward me slowly, like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he’s too abrupt.Nolan takes a step forward, his movements hesitant but determined. As he approaches, I can feel the heat radiating from his body, the electricity of his presence pulling me in.

Nolan’s hands find their way to my waist, his touch gentle yet firm.

He pulls me closer, his body pressing against mine, and I can feel every contour, every line of his muscular frame.

"Fuck, that’s hot," Jack groans through the phone, and I can almost feel his presence, as if he’s right here with us.

"Now, doggy," Jack murmurs through the phone, voice low enough to curl along my spine, "kiss him. Not a simple kiss. Devour him... like he’s your last meal."

Nolan freezes.

His lashes flutter once, a single betraying shiver running over his shoulders, down the line of his spine.

He swallows, eyes flicking to mine.

And Nolan, trembling, because despite how he acts, he’s never done anything like this before.

Not like this. Not with someone watching.

Not with Jack’s voice pouring into the room like molten heat.

"Nolan," I whisper, giving him the chance to back out. "You don’t have to—"

He shakes his head before I can finish.

Then he leans in.

It isn’t a timid kiss.

It isn’t even gentle.

It’s raw and startled and desperate—like he’s been holding this in for years and has only now been allowed to open that locked door inside himself.

His mouth claims mine, hard enough to knock a gasp out of me.

His hands tighten at my waist, pulling me fully against him, chest to chest, heat to heat.

My back presses harder to the wall, the cool tile contrasting the fever building between us.

He kisses me like he’s trying to prove something—

To me.

To Jack.

To himself.

Jack’s quiet inhale comes through the phone.

"There you go, doggy," he murmurs, voice strained, no longer as composed as he wants to sound.

"Show him what you’ve been starving for."

Nolan shivers.

But he doesn’t stop.

He kisses me deeper, and the room becomes too small, the air too thick, my knees too weak.

My fingers curl into his hair without thought, pulling him closer, and he makes a choked sound in his throat that sends heat straight down my spine.

"More, Nolan. Make him beg for it," Jack’s voice is a low growl, and I can hear the strain in his tone, the effort it takes for him to hold back.

Nolan’s hands move to my chest, his fingers teasing my nipples through the fabric of my shirt. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. "Nolan, please," I whisper, my voice a ragged plea. "I need more."

"Touch his cock, Nolan. Feel how hard he is for you," Jack commands, and Nolan complies, his hand sliding lower to cup me through my pants.

I buck into his touch, a gasp escaping my lips as he strokes me through the fabric, his grip firm and sure.

"Fuck, he’s so hard," Nolan whispers, his voice filled with awe and desire. "I can feel how much he wants this."

"Make him come, Nolan. Make him lose control," Jack’s voice is a low groan, and I can hear the desperation in his tone, the need for release that matches our own.