Page 105 of His Forbidden Omega

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“Remember,” Sarang whispered against the curve of his ear, hand finally releasing his spent dick, but only so it could drop lower and press against the plug hard enough to have it rubagainst Shiloh’s prostate and make him cry out. “My definition of being good is being honest with me. Do you understand, omega?”

“Yes!” Tears leaked from his eyes, a sob ripped from him when the plug started to vibrate and buzz with no warning. His whole body spasmed as though he’d been electrocuted.

“Repeat it back to me then,” the alpha insisted, pressing a button on some hidden remote that had the vibrations growing.

“I’ll be honest! I’ll never lie to you again!” Shiloh swore.

“You’ll be good for me from now on?”

“Yes!” He went limp the second the device was turned off.

Sarang brushed strands of damp hair off his face and gave an alpha purr that had his insides beaming despite his exhaustion. “I’m going to leave that inside you. You aren’t allowed to remove it. Whenever I think you might have grown bored, I’ll turn it on.”

Shiloh’s eyes, which had slipped shut, popped open.

The alpha grinned at him. “You’re allowed to come as much as you need to. But even if you don’t want to anymore, you can’t take it out. You’ll be good for me, won’t you, omega?”

Shiloh opened his mouth to argue, but ended up closing it a second later.

“Ah,” Sarang chuckled, “you just realized what it truly means to have my attention, didn’t you?”

“Serious question, Rang.” He licked his dry lips. “You’ve asked me so many, surely I’ve earned at least one?”

“Go ahead.”

“Are you a sadist?”

“If you’re asking if I enjoy the fact you weren’t able to sit still for a week,” he traced Shiloh’s mouth, “the answer is yes. I don’t like when you’re hurt. But knowing I’ve left my mark on you? That’s different. You aren’t the only one who cravesattention, omega. Since you’re the one who brought us to this point, you’re going to have to pay for your actions.”

He pulled away, leaving Shiloh panting on the bed.

“Clean up and then eat your cake.”

Shiloh waited until he was alone and could breathe steadily again before dragging himself into the bathroom to scrub the dried come off his body. His fingers tentatively touched the base of the plug. Since this was Sarang’s suite, he doubted there were cameras in here the same way there’d been at the hotel, but still…

He left it where it was, even though it meant he couldn’t clean the slick off of himself properly.

Minutes later, just as he was about to take his first bite of cake, the device started to vibrate, completely catching him off guard.

And making him rethink his earlier assumption about being filmed.

Chapter 24:

Sarang snuck in after midnight, finding the omega asleep in bed. It wasn’t surprising that Shiloh didn’t wake when he joined him, or when he was rolled onto his stomach and his legs were spread apart.

The half-eaten sandwich on the end table—the dinner Sarang had delivered earlier—was the cause for his deep slumber.

Sarang had drugged the food, but not with a heat inducer. Despite how rough he liked it in the bedroom, he’d meant what he’d said earlier about not getting off on Shiloh being injured. Sure, he liked leaving a lasting effect, liked marking his territory with cuts and bruises and handprints, but if the omega tore every time they fucked…

He didn’t want that.

The room flooded with alpha pheromones, forcing Shiloh’s body to react and prime itself for him. He kept his eyes on that tight spot between his cheeks, watching as his dick started to swell, and his hole started to leak.

The scent of slick had Sarang groaning, and he removed his pants in a rush of motion. Earlier, making Shiloh come over and over again, had gotten him so hard he thought he’d burst. Somehow, he’d managed to keep his composure, and he didn’t think his omega was any wiser about how close he’d come to coming himself with no contact.

Sarang dragged the tip of his cock down the seam of Shiloh’s ass now, coating him in precome so that his pheromones could more effectively seep into him.

Within moments, the omega was lifting his ass in his sleep, making soft, mewling sounds that called to Sarang’s primal instincts.