“When a buddy of mine called last year, telling me he’d stumbled on an untraceable batch of the stuff, it’d seemed like fate. Admittedly, it took longer than I would have liked to form the network, but working around Kian’s prying eyes wasn’t easy.I’d planned on telling you about it two months ago when you visited, but then the underboss arrived and spoiled everything.”
So the person who’d convinced some of their ranks to start dealing was Dio.
“Fun thing about drug operation rings is they can be operated remotely. The funds will continue to be delivered in an untraceable account, meaning we can go anywhere we want.” Dio stopped a few feet away, peering down at him with a greedy expression that gave Shiloh the creeps. “As soon as I realized where you’ve been this past month, I knew I was out of time.”
The irony wasn’t lost on him. He’d been doing the same thing to get Sarang, only he’d chosen to open a hotel, figuring a legal way would keep both Sarang and Kian happy—also ironic.
On the one hand, a part of Shiloh could relate to Dio’s desperation, and understand where he was coming from.
On the other, Shiloh wanted to remove the man’s entrails and make him eat them.
“Stop.” Shiloh fell onto his side, barely able to curl his fingers now. A warning sound rumbled up his throat when the alpha approached, but it didn’t deter the other man one bit.
Diogenes scooped him up with ease and carried him over to the bed.
Panic started to settle in, but Shiloh could barely struggle, unable to resist as he was lowered onto the plush mattress and positioned onto his stomach. He growled again when he felt hands on the snap of his pants, desperately trying to regain control of his limbs as he was stripped from the waist down in one swift move.
Cool air licked at his bare skin, and he heard the alpha let out a pleased whistle.
A hand cupped his left ass cheek, the touch nothing like the ones from Sarang, and Shiloh’s anger turned to fear.
“Look at the marks he made here,” he sounded bitter. “We’ll have to replace them with marks of my own. After. I have to be inside you when I bite,” Diogenes reminded, as though there was any chance Shiloh had forgotten how their damn species worked. “Knotting you.” He groaned. “Finally.”
“Don’t.” Shiloh internally grimaced—unable to work his facial muscles now—when he felt himself spread wide for the alpha’s view. Sarang had done the same on more than one occasion, and Shiloh had always felt a burst of arousal from knowing he was being so hungrily looked at.
That wasn’t the case here.
There was only disgust and bile that threatened to travel up his throat.
“I bet you’re still thinking about how you’ll refuse,” Diogenes said, settling over his back. He started rubbing his erection against Shiloh’s behind, thankfully still sheathed within his pants. “But if you want to protect Sloane, you’ll reconsider.”
What?
“I was able to turn one of her personal guards with the promise of a higher position within my ring. All it’ll take is one call from me and they’ll attack her. You may not be capable of feeling love, but your feelings toward your twin are the closest you’ve ever come. You wouldn’t let anything happen to her, would you?”
If anyone hurt Sloane—
“Thinking about stabbing me now, babe?” Diogenes buried his nose in Shiloh’s hair and inhaled.
Ew.
Times a billion.
“Once you’re marked, it won’t matter that you have dominant pheromones. They’ll be useless against your alpha.” He tugged at Shiloh’s shirt, popping buttons, and pulled the material out of the way to expose his throat and right shoulder.His pheromones came next, strong enough they made Shiloh want to gag.
But because he wasn’t mated, his body reacted, slick slowly starting to pool and soak his passage. It didn’t come on as strongly as it did with Sarang, and Shiloh’s dick didn’t follow suit, but it was still mortifying enough that Shiloh internally screamed.
“See? You can get wet for me,” Dio said, excitement bubbling in his voice. He struggled to undo his belt, aware of the way Shiloh’s terror grew with each passing second. Or maybe just not caring. “Once we’re somewhere safe, you’ll see that I was right. I’m perfect for you. Better than he’ll ever be. I can accept you for who you are, Shiloh. No one else can say the same.”
He pried Shiloh open with two fingers, ruthlessly plunging into his depths with sloppy, frantic motions. His cock came shortly after, the hot, blunt tip pressing against his hole and forcing its way inside with one hard stroke that had a tiny part of Shiloh dying inside.
If he’d been able to, he’d squeeze his eyes shut, but he couldn’t, staring off at the table, catching sight of the cake.
Which only made him think more of Sarang.
Gods. Would Sarang still want him after this?
Yes. Yes, of course he would.
