Sarang pulled his fingers free, flipped the omega onto his stomach, and drove his cock into his partially prepared hole in a matter of seconds.
When the omega screamed, the mixed sound of pleasure and pain sent Sarang into overdrive.
Chapter 4:
The alpha fucked into him brutally, without a single care about whether or not he was hurting him.
And that turned Shiloh on so much, he could almost be convinced he was in actual heat.
He wasn’t.
But the alpha currently pinning him down, ramming that massive cock forcefully into his body, didn’t seem to realize. Which was good.
Much like every other action he’d taken against the alpha, Shiloh replacing the original omega Sarang had brought here had been done on a whim. He’d hacked into the power source of the Wardrobe and caused the brief outage, making sure to fully disable the light orbs in this room before switching the rest of the club’s back on to avoid detection. It’d given him just enoughtime to yank the original omega out, steal his mask, and take his place.
He’d been livid when he’d followed Sarang here and realized the alpha’s intent. It was obvious the alpha was angry with him about lying about his pregnancy and seeking comfort elsewhere because of it. Shiloh wouldn’t necessarily call it spite, since he doubted the alpha ever wanted him to know about his rut or his hookup during, but that didn’t prevent Shiloh from feeling that way.
He was a spiteful creature after all, so in his mind, Sarang deserved everything he had coming to him tonight.
Clearly the alpha agreed to some extent, though subconsciously, since he was punishing Shiloh in turn. He might not know itwasShiloh, but that was neither here nor there. Shiloh knew, and that was good enough.
For now.
He clawed at the mattress when Sarang lifted him onto his forearms and angled his hips, driving even deeper. That thick cockhead stroked against Shiloh’s prostate, and he felt the tip of it spear all the way to the entrance of his womb.
A part of him wished he’d taken the risk and left at least one of the lights on so he could catch a proper glimpse of the shaft currently rearranging his insides. The tight ring of muscle protested the abusive pounding, the few pumps of the alpha’s fingers not nearly enough to open him properly, and Shiloh’s toes curled as zips of pleasure and pain rocked through him.
The springs of the mattress creaked loudly, creating a wild rhythm that mirrored his heartbeat, and whenever a sob slipped past his defenses, the alpha draped over him growled warningly, as though he thought there was a chance Shiloh might try to get away.
Actually…
Since he wasn’t really in heat, Shiloh still maintained full clarity, unlike the rutting alpha, and he had a problem with curiosity—the same issue that had led him to stalking the older man all the way here in the dead of the night.
Willing to gain more pain just to test a theory, he grabbed fistfuls of the plastic material and used it to try and drag himself up the mattress. He managed to catch the alpha off guard, that massive cock popping out of him with a lewd, wet sound, but he didn’t make it much further after that.
Sarang reared up over him, hands capturing his hips and hauling him back with one strong tug that instantly impaled him onto that cock all over again.
The breath actually whooshed out of Shiloh’s lungs, but like before, he wasn’t given a grace period. No time to adjust or catch his breath. His walls were stretched, his hole straining to accommodate the girth of the biggest object it’d ever taken.
Shiloh howled as he was screwed into submission, his front pressed to the mattress, on his knees with his ass angled and lifted high. During heat, his body would crave being knotted, but right now he was merely turned on, and while he wanted it, he couldn’t quiet that uncertain voice in the back of his mind that fretted over whether or not he’d be able to take it.
He was admittedly already struggling with Sarang’s cock alone. The knot, a bulbous piece at the base of an alpha’s sex organ that ballooned and entered a mate, effectively locking them in place while the alpha came, might literally tear him.
It wasn’t the potential pain that he feared, it was how he would cover up the fact he was struggling to walk after that bothered him. The last thing he wanted was for Sarang to get the wrong idea and think Shiloh had slept with someone else.
He’d already tried that angle with Lane, and look where that had gotten him.
Nowhere.
Shiloh had fake dated Lane to try and get a rise out of Sarang, but the underboss had kept his composure throughout the entire farse of a relationship, making it impossible to know if he’d been even slightly bothered by the idea of Shiloh sharing someone else’s bed.
The truth was, he hadn’t been with anyone since they’d met. Probably another reason this breeding was particularly difficult. He’d overestimated himself and underestimated the alpha’s prowess.
“You’re so wet, omega,” Sarang surprised him by speaking, though the words were slurred as he clearly struggled to form a sentence through his lust. A heavy palm settled over Shiloh’s nape and he applied a little pressure threateningly. “Release your pheromones.”
Shiloh didn’t hesitate to comply, the omega part of him reacting to the domineering alpha without fail. His pheromones exploded, bathing them both in a heady scent meant to spur the alpha’s desire on.
Sarang groaned and flicked his hips, pressing in to the root so he could grind his pelvis against Shiloh’s ass. He pulled out slow and repeated the process, but didn’t seem to be satisfied with how loud Shiloh was reacting. Using the hand on his neck, the alpha dragged his nails down the length of Shiloh’s spine, digging in just enough to leave marks but barely break skin.
