He stopped when he reached his narrow back, then fucked into him a few more times before delivering a hard slap that had Shiloh crying out.
“You’ll have to take it,” Sarang drawled, still sounding drunk and only half aware of what he was doing. He spanked him again, just as hard as the first time, not bothering to hold back even a little. “Even though it’s not your fault. Even though I’m angry at a different omega…different….No.”
The alpha roared in a sudden rage, causing Shiloh’s heart to flutter and survival instincts to kick in.
He tried to get away again, but the alpha rolled him onto his back and settled over him. His cock rammed back in, balls slapping against Shiloh’s cheeks as the alpha wrecked him.
“No other omega.” Sarang brought his face to the curve between Shiloh’s neck and shoulder, ignoring the way that caused the omega to tense up. “Tonight, you’re him. Say it.”
Heat or not, it was getting hard to think clearly while being besieged by the alpha. The scent of his pheromones, stronger from the rut, potent and designed to lure omegas into a heightened state of arousal for easier mating, was clouding his mind as skillfully as that cock kept invading his passage.
Slick pooled from his entrance, the stuff mixing with the alpha’s precome and creating a sick squishing sound that echoed around them. His dick, trapped between them, was being pressed and rubbed on by the alpha’s firm abs, and with the threat—or promise—of teeth with the alpha’s face now so close to that spot where the claiming mark should be delivered…
Shiloh couldn’t process it all fast enough.
The alpha didn’t appreciate that.
He got Sarang’s teeth after all, but not where he needed it. Not anywhere where it mattered.
Shiloh cursed when the alpha moved to bite onto the side of his left arm, cutting through layers of skin in one violent chomp.
Twisted as he was, that was all it took to make him come.
He twitched and gasped as he unloaded, his trapped dick gushing and smearing them both in his sticky fluid. The alpha fucked him through it, possibly even unaware with how gone into his rut he was, until Shiloh was switching between whimpers and curses, his dick rubbed raw and yet slowly hardening all over again.
“Say it,” the alpha warned, removing his teeth only long enough to deliver the command before sinking them back into his flesh.
For a second Shiloh had no clue what he wanted, and then his earlier order returned to him and he found himself obeying in a rush. “I’m him. I’m him.”
“That’s good.” The alpha released his arm and purred, hand finding its way between them to pull and tug Shiloh’s right nipple. “You deserve to be punished for flirting with another. For lying and making me worried over nothing. For not trusting me. I’m the only one who you should trust. My perfect darling prince. Going to be so good for me, aren’t you? Going to surrender to your alpha and beg me for my knot?”
Oh.
Oh.
Good fucking Light.
“Prince?” He meant him right? Of course he meant him.
It had to be him.
Which meant—
The alpha cut his thought process short by wrapping a hand over his throat. He choked him for a second, long enough for Shiloh to struggle to breath, then released and bit the lobe of his ear.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I…” Saywhat?! “I want your knot?”
Sarang hissed and pulled away, flipping Shiloh back onto his stomach as though he didn’t want to see his face, even though he definitely couldn’t in this darkness. He spanked him again, then drove back in and fucked him with harsh, punishing thrusts that rattled Shiloh’s teeth and sent electric currents skittering throughout his nerve endings.
Was the alpha always like this?
Would he still treat Shiloh this way if he knew who he really was?
Shiloh was going to come again.
He knew this was his doing, sneaking in here, switching places with that other omega, but now that he was aware of Sarang’s potential fantasy, he needed a minute. He needed to breathe and think. To sort through this new revelation, pick it apart, and figure out how he felt about it.
