“Only slightly?”
Sarang started to turn his head toward the bed, but Shiloh grabbed him by the cheeks again and pulled him back.
“Don’t,” he stated. “He doesn’t get to be here with us anymore. No one gets to come between us ever again. He’s nothing. His corpse is nothing. There’s only me and you and nothing else.”
For the first time, Sarang finally thought he understood Shiloh’s true stance. It wasn’t that he found romance a waste, he just didn’t hold the fancy trappings to the same high standardsthat Sarang did. Because to Shiloh, only one thing that ever been important enough to consider.
“It doesn’t matter where we are,” Shiloh whispered, as though reading his mind. “Whether I’m bleeding in a salt field or on a rooftop, so long as you’re with me, I can be happy.”
“I love you.” Sarang had denied his own feelings all these years, and the honesty now was like a massive weight lifted off his chest. He glanced at the teeth marks on Shiloh’s body, the ones signifying his claim to the omega who’d enthralled him right from the start. “Fated mates aren’t real, but I’d like to believe that a part of me knew you were the one that day in the field.”
Shiloh chuckled. “Such a damn romantic.”
“Is it still sappy,” Sarang asked, “even with my cock impaling you?”
“Yeah,” he said. “That’s the romantic part.”
“We’ll agree to disagree.”
“So long as you keep fucking me, you can be right all you want.”
“Really?”
“Yes, alpha.”
His knot started deflating, and he pulled out before the omega could get too excited again. When Shiloh pouted, he grinned and held out a hand, waiting for him to take it so he could help him sit up.
“Caelum or Taboo?” Sarang made sure Shiloh could sit on his own, then went to pick up the half-broken champagne bottle. There was still some left, so he brought it over to the mattress and poured it over the dead body.
“What?” Shiloh called behind him, not bothering to come over or ask what he was doing.
He pulled a lighter from his pocket, flicked it on, and then tossed it onto Dio’s chest. The whole thing went up in flames, thesmell of char and burnt flesh instantly lifting into the air. Sarang returned to his omega.
“It’s our honeymoon period,” he pointed out. “Where would you like to spend it? Your cell or mine?”
Shiloh rolled his eyes and allowed Sarang to pick him up bridal style, linking his arms around his neck as he walked them toward the exit. “After a claim, constant mating is encouraged to help strengthen the bond between an alpha and omega. It’s practically clinical. I’d hardly call that a honeymoon.”
“As if you’d want to spend a real honeymoon anywhere but in the bedroom.”
“Fair.” Shiloh didn’t bother denying it. “I’m still naked from the waist down you know?”
“No one will see.” Sarang was confident the others had left like he’d ordered. “This shirt is large. It covers your ass. Where did it come from?”
“I thought it was from you,” he admitted, picking at a button. “But considering it matches the one Dio was wearing—”
Sarang dropped him onto his feet at the top of the stairwell, tearing the shirt off of him and tossing it over his shoulder before lifting him again.
“How romantic,” Shiloh teased. “But now I seriously am naked.”
“Do you mind?”
“Not at all. But you might if someone happens to catch a peek.”
“I’ll let you stab out their eyes, how does that sound?”
“Like a lie, but that’s okay.” Shiloh sighed. “It’s the thought that counts.”
“Where are we going, omega?” He’d driven separately, and his car was parked out front. So long as he moved quickly, they could make it without being noticed, especially since it was nearing midnight.
