“No.” He shook his head. “I was too rough with you last night. There are still rope burns on your wrists.”
“No one has noticed.” Which, in his mind, meant they should go even harder tonight. But he smartly kept that to himself. “Give me back my collar.”
Sarang had removed it while they’d been waiting for the elevator, signaling to Shiloh exactly what he’d intended the second they were out of sight of any potential staff or guests. It was still in the pocket of his jacket, the smooth deep blue leather peeking out.
“After,” he promised, chugging down half the contents of his coffee before setting it aside. “Get on the counter, omega.”
Shiloh felt a shiver race down his spine and instantly got into motion. He hefted himself up onto the granite and then crawled over, wiggling his hips more than necessary for effect, which really only made his alpha chuckle.
“I’ll tell Bishop to handle the meeting,” he decided as he settled onto his ass in front of Sarang, hooking his heels behind the older man’s thighs to pull him in closer. “When do you have to be back?”
“Kian isn’t expecting me until late,” Sarang told him. “He’s with Altair today on official Imperial business.” He brushed his lips feather light against Shiloh’s forehead. “I already put some of the rose petals on the bed.”
“They’re just going to get crumpled when you fuck me on top of them.” Shiloh yelped when he was lifted and tossed overSarang’s shoulder, then again when a heavy palm whacked his left cheek.
“Your heat should start soon. Do you want anything?” he asked as he carried him up the stairs.
“Just you, Rang.”
Shiloh already had everything he could ever want and more. A business that allowed him to work separately from the Eumia, a friend who helped him run the place, and the alpha he’d been obsessed with for years.
The alpha he loved.
The one who loved him back.
He inhaled sharply when he was tossed onto his back on their bed, a flurry of bloodred rose petals bursting into the air around him. They fluttered back down as the alpha stripped him of his clothing, then made fast work of his own.
“My sister wants to have dinner together,” Sarang said, and Shiloh scrunched up his nose.
“Can we not talk about family when you’re about to—” The alpha silenced him by pulling his legs apart and dropping down over him. He gasped when a hot tongue licked the length of his weeping dick.
“I’ll let you eat an entire cake for dinner tonight,” Sarang promised wickedly, “ifyou allow me to make you come in my mouth.”
Used to his antics by now, Shiloh’s eyes narrowed slightly. “How many times?”
“Four.”
“Two.”
“Three. Final offer.”
Shiloh groaned, knowing he’d lost, and dropped his head back against the mattress. “Fine. Deal.”
The alpha rewarded him by sticking two fingers in his ass, pumping them until Shiloh was squirming and leaking all over the bed.
“Tell me you’re him,” Sarang coaxed, delivering a fleeting kiss to the top of his flushed crown. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“It’s me,” Shiloh teased back. “Your perfect, darling prince.” He threaded his fingers through the alpha’s thick blond hair and led his face to where he needed him. “I’m yours. And I’m ready to prove it.”
“Does that mean you’ll let me run a bath and clean you out properly afterward?”
He should have seen that coming.
“Only if you make this food for me.” He’d meant it was a taunt, but when the challenging glint entered Sarang’s eyes, realized his mistake.
“Oh, omega. That sounds like you’re begging to be carried to the bathroom when all is said and done.”
“Rang, no. I have work—”
