“I don’t know if I’m capable of sympathy.”
“You are. You just proved as much.”
Had he?
“Love is wanting the best for someone else. Wanting to support them and help them see the best in themselves. Like how you insisted I would make a good underboss, even though I didn’t agree.”
“You’re the best underboss.” That wasn’t undeserved praise, and Shiloh wasn’t the only one who thought it. He’d heard many of the other members voicing the same sentiment.
“You’re worthy of love.” Sarang held out the marble again, and this time he allowed Shiloh to take it. “All that is, is mutual respect and shared experiences. It’s standing by one another through good times and hard times. About putting that person first.”
Sarang had always put Shiloh first.
“I doubt it includes holding each other hostage,” he quipped, only for the alpha to smile.
Sarang picked up the fork and scooped another bite of cake, offering it up to Shiloh.
He opened his mouth and took it, chewing while he inspected the alpha’s expression for more clues. If this was about emotion, none of these physical items mattered. The cake and the marbles, they were metaphors, or examples. Tools.
Because Shiloh couldn’t comprehend things the way normal people did. He needed to be shown. Needed to experience it on his own.
“Rang, I—” A pang in his lower region cut him off and he dropped back onto the bed.
“The inducers are kicking in,” Sarang said. He took the marble from Shiloh’s grasp and placed it with the rest, then slowly started to remove his clothing, all the while watching as Shiloh began to writhe and moan.
His skin heated and flushed, feeling too tight for his body, and his hole ached even though it was still stuffed with the plug. He was lying on his back before he realized he’d moved, parting his thighs wide, humping into the air suggestively. Slick dripped from around the toy, leaking free to stain the bedsheets.
“I’m going to show you how it can be between mates,” Sarang’s voice was seductive, alpha pheromones already filling the room in response to Shiloh’s forced mating period. “I’ll teach you how to love and not just covet. You’ll see why there’s a difference. By the end, you’ll never be satisfied without all of me again. And,” he got onto the bed, kneeling between Shiloh’s legs, “you’ll understand why I want all of you in return.”
Chapter 26:
He took things agonizingly slow.
No matter how many times Shiloh begged, the alpha between his thighs refused to pick up the pace.
The plug had been tossed aside a while ago, replaced already by the alpha’s tongue and his fingers. He’d dragged several orgasms out of Shiloh’s body, but had yet to give him what he really needed.
“Alpha, please.” Shiloh’s head was forced onto the pillow, his hips lifted to give Sarang better access. “Please. It hurts.”
One of the alpha’s hands was stroking his dick, the other cupping his balls, rolling them against his palm. His tongue was currently spearing through his passage, stabbing at his insides and flicking against his prostate repeatedly in a way that made Shiloh’s entire body quake.
But it wasn’t enough.
He’d come from it, but there wouldn’t be any satisfaction.
The heat cycle was meant for one purpose and one purpose only, to encourage breeding. Shiloh needed a cock deep inside of him. Needed to feel the burn of a knot forcing his walls wider than they felt capable of stretching.
“If this was your plan, why’d you force me into heat?” he sobbed when he was able to gather enough breath to get a full sentence out. If he’d meant to only give him languid laps of his tongue and finger fuckings, he could have done so without the heat. Shiloh’s body would have accepted that, and he wouldn’t currently feel like he was about to internally combust. “I’d get wet for you even without drugs!”
Sarang responded by removing his tongue and peppering his entrance with chaste kisses.
The lack of any sort of friction had Shiloh sobbing even more, his frustrations apparent as he clutched the pillow tightly. He’d already tried fighting, thinking that perhaps if he angered the alpha, Sarang would take him hard and rough like he wanted, but that hadn’t happened.
It’d only made him go slower. Touch him more gently.
So Shiloh stayed still and took it, even though every orgasm wrung from his body was excruciating.
“It’s not just my cock that you need here,” Sarang suddenly said, tapping a thumb against his hole. “You need my come. Want me to breed you like a good little omega?”
