“You almost accepted his mark.” Sarang had seen it in his omega’s eyes. When Diogenes had threatened to shoot him, and Shiloh had agreed to the bite, he’d been serious.
“I’m sorry.” Shiloh said. “I didn’t want it.”
He froze. His alpha instincts had reacted to seeing his omega almost claimed by someone else, and it’d taken every ounce of control to stop himself from tossing Shiloh to the ground and mounting him like some beast. He hadn’t wanted to make a bad situation worse, however, and wasn’t sure how traumatized Shiloh was from what’d just happened with Dio.
“I’m not blaming you.” He started moving his hips once more when Shiloh pushed back against him, clearly asking for it. It seemed like they both wanted to remove any and all traces of what Dio had done.
When given the choice between himself and Sarang, Shiloh hadn’t hesitated to choose him.
Then he’d cut Dio’s dick off like a feral monster.
“There’s blood on your hands,” he noticed.
“I know I promised I’d try not to, but—”
“I take it back,” Sarang said. “Get them as bloody as you need to.”
“You should have let him suffocate.”
Sarang hadn’t been able to hold out that long. “It wasn’t worth having to see you on top of him for even a second longer.”
“He didn’t come,” Shiloh stated. “Didn’t knot.”
Sarang pressed a finger against the torn flesh between the base of his neck and his shoulder. “Does it hurt?”
“Get rid of it.”
He slowed his thrusts, uncertainty settling in.
“That’s why you’re fucking me on this rooftop instead of rushing me to a doctor,” Shiloh pointed out, seeing right through him. “I thought I was meeting you. Valentine said you’d planned something. When I got here, I thought…”
He’d seen the bed and the cake and thought Sarang had decided to bite him.
“You were right,” Sarang found himself saying. “Romance is overrated.”
“I kind of like it,” Shiloh disagreed. “Sometimes.”
“But not now?”
“No. Not now.”
Sarang flooded him with his pheromones, drowning out any lingering smell of the other alpha, not satisfied until he was completely cleansed of that stench. Then he wrapped his arms around Shiloh’s front and started pounding into him, going rough and hard the way he knew his omega preferred.
Sure enough, it only took another minute or so for Shiloh to come, crying out his name as his hole strangled Sarang’s cock and milked him.
His own orgasm hit, and he slammed in as deep as he could go, grinding against Shiloh’s ass hard enough to make the omega whimper. The second his knot began to form, he pulledShiloh in closer and lowered his mouth over the partial mark made by another.
The second his teeth locked into place, they both groaned, and he didn’t need to ask Shiloh to accept it when he clamped down and tugged on that internal well of energy.
The bond was a silent offering, made more out of sensation than anything, hard to describe to those who hadn’t experienced it themselves. There was a push against Shiloh’s mind, then a tug when the omega opened up to him and submitted, accepting the claim.
It felt nothing like the life-bond, was more of a sudden burst of energy that had his cock instantly hard again and his alpha instincts howling. Within seconds, he had Shiloh on his back on the ground, rutting into him like a wild, mindless thing.
Which his omega clearly enjoyed.
Shiloh’s pupils were blown wide, and he bared his little fangs the second Sarang released his bite and lifted his head to look down at him. His nails buried into the tender flesh of Sarang’s shoulders, and then he dragged him back, returning the bite with as much ferocity as Sarang was showing.
There was no repeated energy burst, probably because the official claiming mark could only be offered by an alpha, but Sarang still felt a swell of pleasure at knowing that Shiloh had chosen him.
