“Okay?”
“So long as you keep coming here like you have been.” Shiloh would do anything to see him. Give up anything. “Did you not realize that part already?”
Sarang frowned. “I don’t follow.”
“You trapped me the day you brought me home. These walls are no different from the invisible ones you erected back then. I may have lied and manipulated throughout the years, but that was only to ensure you never tried dropping the leash. There’s no physical collar around my neck, but you’ve owned me from the start. Even when you refused to be my alpha, I have always been your omega.”
Shiloh had pictured himself that way and had acted accordingly. Refusing the attention of others, aside from when he’d gotten desperate and tried that whole fake relationship with Lane.
Something flashed across Sarang’s face. “The breeding den. If not for me—”
“If I didn’t already have an alpha,” Shiloh figured out where he was going with this, “I probably would have enjoyed it. The Leviathan is skilled at eliciting both pleasure and pain. I might have even hunted him down and asked for another round, seen if he could be rougher, if things were different. Is that gross?”
“You’re bothered by the experience because you—”
“I was afraid you wouldn’t want me after learning I was bred by someone else.”
“Have you realized that isn’t the case?” Sarang pressed.
“Yes.”
“Since I wanted your honesty, I won’t punish you for basically telling me to my face that you enjoyed being forced onto another man’s knot.”
Oh shit.
Shiloh opened his mouth, but Sarang wasn’t done.
“Get on the bed, omega.”
He could have argued, but what would have been the point? They both knew he wasn’t good at playing hard to get, and that no matter what the alpha intended, Shiloh would allow it to happen.
Shiloh crawled onto the mattress and reached for the bed tray, blinking when his wrist was captured in a strong grip before he could pick up the fork.
“No.” Sarang released him long enough to move the tray to the end table, then he planted a knee onto the bed and hauled himself up. In one swift move, he had Shiloh on his back, and was situating himself between his spread thighs. “You’re being rewarded for your honesty. The cake isn’t a gift. I feed it to you because I want to. Now, I’ll give you something you want.”
Shiloh wanted the cake, but he wasn’t about to ruin the moment.
The alpha was fully clothed, but there was no mistaking the hard bulge in his pants, and Shiloh’s dick responded in tune, lengthening proudly between them.
This time, he didn’t bother covering himself up, lying there while the alpha’s hot gaze roamed over his body, taking him in.
It was not the look of someone who was disgusted.
“We’re going to play another game.” Sarang began smoothing his palms up and down the sensitive skin of Shiloh’s inner thighs, pressing them further apart in the process. “So long as you keep answering my questions truthfully, I’ll keep going. The second I sense a lie, however…”
Shiloh shook his head against the pillow, anticipation bubbling over. Precome leaked from his slit, the musky smell of his juices, and the spike in his pheromones, impossible to miss. “I won’t lie to you, alpha. Not again.”
“Neveragain,” he corrected, and Shiloh nodded.
“Never.”
Sarang’s left hand slid up slowly, until his pointer finger was flush against the root of Shiloh’s dick. His thumb pressed lightly against his sack, massaging him in slow, circular motions until Shiloh moaned for him.
“It’s an unfair game,” the alpha told him suddenly. “There are questions you won’t have the answers to. Things you’ll lie about without realizing it’s a lie. Still want to play, omega?”
“What’s the alternative?” he risked asking, only for Sarang to grunt.
“I pull away and we take out the deck of cards.”
