“You choose, alpha.” He settled more comfortably into his arms, resting his cheek on the top of Sarang’s head. “I’m already home.”
Epilogue:
One Year Later
“We’re almost on our floor.” Shiloh elbowed the alpha, but Sarang merely sunk his teeth in deeper, causing him to moan. He was hard in his pants, wet spots in the front and the back already ruining them, and they were not in a private elevator. “This thing can stop at any moment and anyone can get on.”
Sarang wrapped his arms tighter around Shiloh’s waist and rolled his hips, pressing his hard bulge suggestively against Shiloh’s ass.
“Fine, but if it’s one of my employees, you can’t tell me to blind them,” Shiloh stated. “I’m sick of Yitian running in the other direction whenever he spots you.”
Over the course of the past year, Sarang’s appetite had only grown worse. He was constantly jumping Shiloh, whetherthey were in a public setting or not. He’d even shown up to Firethorn University a time or two and growled at students he’d deemed got too close. Gone was the stoic alpha Shiloh had always desperately tried to seek the attention of.
The passing comment he’d made about allowing Shiloh to gouge people’s eyes out hadn’t been so passing after all, and on more than one occasion, he’d actually threatened it when an Eumia or Taboo staff member stumbled on them getting freaky.
Out in public.
Which was not exactly their fault.
“I’ve decided not to drop out of school,” Shiloh said, grinning when that did the trick and Sarang’s jaw unclenched.
“What? Why?”
He snorted and spun, shoving the alpha against the wall. Then he used his shoulders as leverage and jumped, wrapping his legs around his waist and chuckling when Sarang caught and held him in place. “Just kidding.”
Taboo had been open to the public for over six months now and was doing better than anticipated. Running a business, even with Bishop left in charge of more than half of it, was a lot of work, and Shiloh and Sarang had discussed him quitting the university to save some time and take some of the pressure off.
It wasn’t like he needed a degree. His mother had trained him to take over the family businesses from such a young age, all of that knowledge was practically ingrained on his brain.
The doors dinged and Sarang stepped forward, stilling when his eyes settled on someone over Shiloh’s shoulders.
He swiveled his head, nodding in greeting when he spotted Elm standing in the hallway. “Hey.”
Things with Elm were complicated, but Kian had eventually found him.
“I was bringing you these,” Elm held up a folder, glancing between the two of them, “but you weren’t in. And now I see that you’re busy.”
“Are those the sketches?” Shiloh held out his hand, ignoring the way Sarang huffed. In a bid to clear the air between them all, he’d asked Elm to help design some sculptures for the lobby. It’d been mostly to encourage Elm to come to Glyph, since he spent most of his time on Synastry now, to help settle Kian and Sky.
It hadn’t been that long since Elm had returned to them, and his preference for the other planet bothered Kian and Sky. It was annoying.
“Let me know if you think something might work.” Elm stepped into the elevator as soon as they vacated it, then motioned to his own neck and said, “You’re bleeding. Again.”
“Coming from the guy with several visible marks, that doesn’t mean much.” Shiloh winked to show he was only messing around. Then he had a thought, and patted Sarang’s shoulder. “Do me up like that.”
Elm hit the button to close the doors, shaking his head at them, but clearly not wanting to get involved with their antics.
Shiloh hadn’t known him before his disappearance, but from the stories he’d been told, the Elm who’d been found was not the same as the one who’d been lost.
People changed though.
That was life.
Sarang set Shiloh down and headed for the door to their private penthouse suite. They’d decided not to keep the room Shiloh had locked him up in a year ago, opting instead for more space and a better view. A place without history, where they could start fresh with one another, on equal footing.
“What time is your meeting?” Sarang asked once they’d made it inside, going straight for the kitchen despite how eagerhe’d been to have sex only moments ago. He pulled two iced coffees out and uncapped them, sliding one across the granite countertop toward Shiloh. “I’m trying to gauge how dirty we can get. I bought some new rose petals. If there isn’t enough time to bathe after, we should keep it—”
“I don’t need you to clean me off after,” Shiloh said. “A quick shower will be fine.”
