The plug was still snug where he’d left it, and he removed it and carefully set it aside, watching as that ring of muscle immediately started to close up. He’d chosen a hefty toy, one only a few inches shorter than his cock, and almost just as thick, but it seems like the few hours it’d been since he’d placed it there weren’t nearly enough.
Still, one of his fingers slipped into that warm, wet heat easily, so he added another. Sarang felt around, pressing and feeling those inner walls until he found the fleshy mound he was seeking. When he pushed it, the omega’s whole body jerked and gushed, and Sarang made a pleased sound.
He took his time opening him up, fascinated by the way Shiloh’s body stretched the longer he touched him.
“How would you feel if you knew I was doing this to you in your sleep?” Sarang asked his omega, curling three fingers deep within and dragging them over his prostate.
Shiloh ground down against the bed and gasped, tears spilling from his eyes despite the fact he wasn’t awake.
He could use more prepping, but Sarang’s patience ran its course, and he pulled his fingers free so he could line up his cock. He wasn’t nearly as gentle entering this time, spearing him with all nine inches with one hard thrust that shook the entire bed and had the omega crying loudly.
Sarang settled over him, burying his nose in his hair and inhaling his intoxicating scent while he fucked him brutally into the mattress. He’d planned to go easy, to allow his omega to adjust to him now, knowing that the second he used inducers on him, Shiloh would lose sense of rhyme or reason and wouldn’t protect himself.
But there was something mind blowing about being engulfed in his omega’s passage. The way it squeezed around him, sucking him in. Possessive alpha pheromones oozed out of him, practically choking the omega, so that even unconscious, Shiloh clawed at the sheets and tried to pull away.
A growl rumbled out of Sarang and the omega whimpered and fought harder. In response, Sarang settled more firmly over him and pounded him even more aggressively. He salivated, teeth actually aching, and opened his mouth, fighting against the urge to sink his fangs into flesh and tear through skin.
“Soon,” he darkly promised them both. But not now, and not like this.
He wouldn’t rob Shiloh of the moment. Wanted him awake and present.
Wanted him to be a willing participant.
“Not tonight.” Tonight it didn’t matter if his omega was willing or not. Shiloh had said it himself. He was his. And since he belonged to him, Sarang could do whatever he wanted with him.
He knew the moment the omega came because he clenched down around him so tight, Sarang saw stars. Stubbornly, he kept pumping, forcing his way in and out, even as the omega finished orgasming beneath him. Like earlier, he kept going, fucking him through his refractory period, until Shiloh grew hard again and his pain filled sobs were once more laced with pleasure.
* * *
“How’s my brother?” Kian’s voice was a bit crackly through the speakers of the holo-computer in Sarang’s office. The Dominus was still located on Synastry, and they’d gotten word of an asteroid storm traveling through space between planets, so it was a wonder he’d been able to call at all.
Sarang thought back to how Shiloh had looked earlier when he’d left him lying on his stomach, ass ruined and dripping. He’d plugged his omega back up before he’d gone, but purposefully hadn’t cleaned him off.
Since Shiloh had imprinted on him, it was only fair that he return the favor. Priming his omega with a constant flood of his pheromones was appealing, and leaving him just about bursting with several loads of his semen would ensure he was steadily absorbed into Shiloh’s system.
“He isn’t causing trouble,” Sarang replied. “How are things there?”
“Terrible.” Kian sighed. “There’s a mole. The Hierarchy has been compromised.”
“Yes.” He was aware. “Only someone who knew that Shiloh was most likely keeping me against my will would have dared to attack him at that café.” Everyone else had believed Sarang was somewhere recovering.
Recovering didn’t mean out of commission.
“They’re also the only ones who could plant elixir amongst our ranks,” Kian said. “It’s a good thing Shiloh caught those dealers, otherwise we’d have a bigger problem on our hands. Altair is in the process of integrating his mate into the Imperial family.”
The next in line for the Synastry throne wouldn’t have time to provide aid, is what he was getting at. While Kian had a great relationship with Arbor and Avi, the Glyphian princes, they’d yet to officially take the throne from their grandfather. The heir twins were preparing to do so, but a mafia scandal would without a doubt sway public opinion.
Their grandfather was struggling to let go, unsure if they were ready for the responsibility. If they openly backed the Eumia against dealing charges, they’d severely put their chances at risk.
Neither of the twins would be willing to do that.
“We’re on our own in this,” Kian stated. “Elixir comes from Synastry. I’m doing my best to investigate while I’m here.” While he continued trying to solve things with his other brother, Elm. “There’s got to be a middleman, someone getting the product to Glyph. Someone with enough authority to convince our guys to risk dealing under my nose.”
“The I.P.F. agent Shiloh encountered couldn’t find anything,” Sarang reminded. “It’s unlikely this is a simple matter.”
“More of a reason to think this is a job done by someone on the inside. That agent infiltrated Lady Luck. We’re the Eumia.”
They’d learned from that agent that Elm’s kidnapping had actually been a botched mission by some idiots. Unfortunately, that hadn’t helped them locate the beta. All they knew was he’d been shipped to Synastry and sold off, but to who,for what purpose, and exactly how long ago were all unanswered questions.
