“Tell me to breed you.”
“Breed me, please, alpha.” He grabbed onto the ends of the pillow beneath his head and held on as he was hammered into. While it was true there was no longer any fear of tearing, there was still no way he was going to be able to stand on his own two feet come morning.
Seemingly sensing the turn of his thoughts, the alpha chuckled viciously.
“We’re just getting started, omega,” he announced. “I fed you enough inducers to last all weekend.”
At the thought of being forced to take it for days on end, Shiloh came a third time. He howled and twitched, but the alphakept going, fucking him possessively even when Shiloh started begging for a break.
Sarang emptied load after load into his body, calling him good and praising him all the while.
And when he did finally stop, he pulled Shiloh into a tight embrace, holding him against his chest as exhaustion claimed him.
Still whispering about how perfect he was.
Chapter 27:
“This is most likely a trap,” Tullius warned as they stood outside the thirty-seven-story tall luxury hotel.
The name, Taboo, was written in stylish cursive letters and hung above the front entrance where security cameras were also visible. The last time he was here, Sarang hadn’t gotten a good look at the front of the place, and he took his time with it now, curious to see what his fastidious omega had built.
“Of course it is.” He’d gotten the call from Bishop with a message to meet here. There was little doubt that after all of that hiding, the beta had some trick up his sleeve worthy of his master.
A part of him had wanted to stop in his rooms first and ask Shiloh about it, but he’d refrained.
It was taking his omega a long time to recover from their passionate weekend. Sarang may have pushed things too fartoo soon, had clearly taken a lot out of the smaller man. But whenever he visited, the omega still purred for him. Curled up against his side and nuzzled into his hold.
A well fucked Shiloh was as docile as a kitten, a new discovery Sarang was admittedly a bit enthralled by. So much so, in fact, he’d prefer to get back to him as soon as possible, before the effects wore off.
Though…he hadn’t exactly hated the process of making him that way either…
There’d been an openness and honesty between them that hadn’t existed before. Not just in their words, but also in their actions. Sarang had felt close to him in a way he’d convinced himself over the years would never be possible. Seen, in a sense. Understood.
Accepted.
And Shiloh had felt the same. He knew he had. Saw now that their fears were rather similar, that they were both too afraid of disappointing the other by revealing the reality of who they were.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t have put more guards on the prince?” Tull asked.
“He’ll be fine.” Even if part of Bishop’s plan was to send someone for him, Sarang trusted that Shiloh wouldn’t go with them. He was content being confined. Pleased by the attention he was getting. “He enjoys being my kept omega.”
Tull scrunched his nose. “That’s the prince you’re talking about.”
“So?” He shrugged. “He’s mine. I can say what I want about him, and besides, it isn’t untrue. Shiloh is having the time of his life right now. He likes the power rush of knowing I’ll keep coming back to him.”
Sarang was taking care of him, and instead of being insulted or upset like some might at being treated the same as a family pet, Shiloh was basking in it.
“Is that why he kept this place from you?” Tull was trying to make a point, but wasn’t aware he was actually making the opposite one.
“Shiloh wanted to establish something outside of the Eumia,” Sarang explained. “Something solely his, without strings. He’s doing it for me.”
“Where the hell do you get that idea from?”
“It’s in his notes.” His omega took extensive notes. Wrote everything down, even the stuff he wasn’t sure would be important. Stuff like random thoughts and feelings in the margins of blueprints and contracts. Most of them were angry little comments, like how he hated one contractor’s hat, but others were more intimate.
He’d questioned whether or not Sarang would like the color scheme. Had switched chefs three times until he’d found one he thought would make food pleasing to Sarang’s palate.
At the start of all of this, he’d joined the Eumia for survival. Shiloh must have wanted to provide an escape from it. A means for them to support themselves outside of the mafia.
