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 soone orchestrating my impending humiliation.

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

"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 . 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 soone so small have that much strength?

"Who was the one," he continues quietly, leaning closer, "that said he wanted to do this? Who asked 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 giving Jack head.

If soone had told 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 ca ho 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 sothing is sitting heavy on him.Sothing 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 . "Now you look ready."

I stare at him.

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

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 sohow, swirling a glass slowly in his hand. The amber liquid catches the light. His gaze is distant, unfocused, like he’s sowhere 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 .

One eyebrow lifts.

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

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

"Soone’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 .There’s no teasing spark in his eyes.

It’s darker.

My body betrays imdiately.

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

It absolutely does.

He exhales slowly, dragging a hand down his face.

"Doggy," he says quietly, voice rougher now, "I just need ti 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 mont.

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 movent. 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 sothing. 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. "Co on, doggy, are you here to make feel better or not?" He wriggles his hips, a clear invitation.

Soone is already feeling better if he has ti 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 ti, 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 na 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 back down.

I happily listen to him, doing everything I can rember 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, rembering Ciel’s instructions, and Jack’s reactions tell I’m on the right track.

Though my jaw hurts already...