Reborn as a villain:Claim the omega, Kiss the beta, Kill the dukes-Chapter 143: A solution to a bad mood

Chapter 142

Nolan

"I’m not ready," I whisper.

We’re standing outside Jack’s office like a pair of idiots about to break curfew instead of two grown adults who live here.

Ciel leans casually against the wall, arms folded, looking entirely too calm for someone orchestrating my impending humiliation.

"You are," he says. "I taught you everything I know." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Yeah," I whisper-yell, glancing at the closed door like it might swing open and expose us, "but that was on you."

He raises a brow.

"In case you’ve forgotten," I continue in a harsh whisper, "Jack is significantly bigger than me. He has a monster dangling between his legs."

Ciel presses his lips together to keep from laughing.

"Just relax your throat," he says patiently, like we’re discussing breathing exercises. "It’s easy."

"Then you do it," I snap.

"Oh no you don’t, Nollie." He jabs my chest with his finger.

I rub the spot, offended. How does someone so small have that much strength?

"Who was the one," he continues quietly, leaning closer, "that said he wanted to do this? Who asked me to teach him?"

I exhale.

He’s right.

"I know, but—" I start, then break off with a nervous snort. I can’t believe this is my life. We’re having a conversation on me giving Jack head.

If someone had told me this a year ago, I would’ve passed out.

"Fine," I mutter. "I’ll try. I just hope I don’t puke on him and make his already foul mood worse."

Ciel rolls his eyes. "You won’t."

"You don’t know that."

"I do." His voice softens slightly. "And this isn’t about performance. It’s about showing up."

I hesitate.

Jack came home off today.

Quiet. Controlled.

He showered. Played with Lanny. Smiled in all the right places. Then disappeared into his office.

I saw servants carry in alcohol.

Jack doesn’t drink. Not unless something is sitting heavy on him.Something must have happened.

I rub my palms against my pants.

Ciel steps closer and fixes the hem of my tank top, tugging it down slightly. Then—without warning—he pinches my nipples through the fabric.

I yelp quietly, glaring at him.

"What was that for?"

"Better," he says, appraising me. "Now you look ready."

I stare at him.

He gives me a quick kiss before shoving me into the room and shutting the door behind me.

The door clicks.

Traitor.

I turn—

And there is Jack.

In those hideous floral pajama pants Ciel forced on all of us.

He’s shirtless, broad shoulders relaxed but heavy somehow, swirling a glass slowly in his hand. The amber liquid catches the light. His gaze is distant, unfocused, like he’s somewhere far away from this room.

Gathering my courage, I walk towards him each step feeling louder than the last. Stopping infront of him.

He finally looks at me.

One eyebrow lifts.

"Lost doggy?" he asks, voice slow, husky from either the alcohol or exhaustion.

My heart drops. This asshole is so handsome.Its irritating.

"Someone’s in a terrible mood," I say, stepping closer and placing my hand on his shoulder.

His skin is warm under my palm.

"Long day," he replies, lifting the glass again.

I take it from him before it reaches his lips.

"That’s enough for tonight."

His gaze shifts to me.There’s no teasing spark in his eyes.

It’s darker.

My body betrays me immediately.

Because I love this look too.This look that says he’s irritated.It shouldn’t do anything to me.

It absolutely does.

He exhales slowly, dragging a hand down his face.

"Doggy," he says quietly, voice rougher now, "I just need time to myself, okay?"

"To let you wallow alone in self-pity?" I fold my arms.

"That’s the plan," he replies dryly.

I stare at him for a moment.

Then I straighten slightly. "Well. I’ve been sent as tribute to make you feel better."

That gets his attention.

"I’m listening," he says.

Well.

Here goes nothing.

I step closer until I’m standing between his knees. His eyes track every movement. My heart is pounding so loudly I’m convinced he can hear it.

"You don’t have to do this," he warns softly.

"I know."

I lower myself deliberately, sinking down until I’m kneeling in front of him.

"But I want to." I say, and he laughs a little.

"I won’t say no." He leans back into his chair, a hint of a smirk on his face.

Brave, my hand heads for the front of his pants and pulls out his weapon of mass destruction.

Not yet a weapon, though; it’s still soft, which is saying something. Normally, you’d look at Jack the wrong way, and he’d be ready to go.

It’s a bit funny the way it just falls limp in my arm, though.

"Your age catching up with you?" I tease.

And he cracks a smile, the first real smile I’ve seen all night.

"Just needs a little attention, and I’m sure buddy here will be ready to go." He says, a playful glint in his eyes.

I roll my eyes. "Come on, doggy, are you here to make me feel better or not?" He wriggles his hips, a clear invitation.

Someone is already feeling better if he has time to run his mouth like this, but I don’t call him out on it.

I wrap my mouth around the tip, and in record time, he gets hard. I can’t help but feel proud.

"Fuck, Nolan," he gasps, his head falling back. "You’re a natural."

I pull back slightly, a smirk playing on my lips, he doesn’t often say my name but when he does I get these butterflies.

"I try my best."

"Keep trying," he growls, his hands finding their way to my hair, guiding me back down.

I happily listen to him, doing everything I can remember from Ciel’s lessons and words.

You don’t have to take it all in.

Jack loves it like this.

It’s all in the technique.

I focus on the sensitive spots, remembering Ciel’s instructions, and Jack’s reactions tell me I’m on the right track.

Though my jaw hurts already...