How to deal with it.
How to twist it to his own benefit.
But that wasn’t going to happen until he’d successfully soothed enough of the alpha’s rut he could get away.
“Harder, alpha,” Shiloh gave in to the role. If the alpha got off on a pleading omega, he could provide that easy. This wasn’t exactly how he’d personally pictured it all those times he’d imagined them mating, but then, he was starting to realize that perhaps Sarang wasn’t the only one who didn’t actually know the identity of the person he was fucking.
Maybe Shiloh didn’t know the underboss as well as he’d assumed either.
How…thrilling.
“It hurts,” he, arguably, laid it on a bit thick, but whatever, “It hurts so bad. I need you. Knot me. I need to be full of you.”
Sarang pressed him flat against the mattress and delivered a few more poundings of his cock before burying in deep and settling. The feel of his knot expanding, rolling slightly to press against Shiloh’s already abused hole, insisting it be allowed entrance, had the omega squirming.
“Stay still,” Sarang told him, capturing his wrists and pinning them at either side of his head, even as he moaned and his knot grew.
Shit.
It really did hurt.
Shiloh clenched his jaw against the intrusion and the spikes of searing pain, trying to relax his lower muscles to accept the brutal assault so it would hurt less. This wasn’t the first knot he’d ever taken, but Sarang had serious size on all of his past fuck toys, and there was the added fact of emotions at play that hadn’t been there with plastic as his company.
Shiloh cared about this man. Wanted to please him.
Wanted to make this so good for Sarang, that the alpha would think of him even once the haze from his rut had cleared.
Wanted him to crave more, so that when Shiloh eventually confessed, things could finally progress between them.
He’d gladly take any amount of pain or discomfort to achieve that goal. Hell, of all his past schemes, this one was probably the least self-destructive even.
The knot fully entered him, locking them together as the alpha reached his peek and came inside of him. Hot spurts of semen coated Shiloh’s womb, filling him up in a way he’d never experienced before.
The substance also delivered a potent amount of alpha pheromones directly into Shiloh’s system, the mixture entering his bloodstream.
Triggering the unexpected.
Shiloh started panting, felt his body flush in a different sort of way, the sudden sensation of overheating catching him off guard. Rational thought kept catching and fizzling to nothingness, until all he was aware of was the alpha’s lips delivering soft, featherlight kisses down his back, and the onslaught of alpha pheromones already coaxing Shiloh into another orgasm.
He lost his sense of time, and it felt like both a blink and a thousand years had passed before the alpha’s knot went down and the alpha started moving inside of him once more.
Come sloshed out of him with every inward and outward stroke of the alpha’s claiming cock, until they were both coated in the stuff and the plastic protecting the mattress was slippery. Shiloh’s heat technically wasn’t due for another month, but there was no denying he was in one now. That the alpha’s rut had triggered his own mating period.
His final thought was how desperate he was to maintain this illusion. How important it was for him to keep pretending to be someone he wasn’t.
He prayed he was skilled enough to hold onto that, even when his mind was gone and he was made slave to the desire only one of their kind could experience.
When the alpha growled at him next, Shiloh mindlessly lifted his hips and begged him for it.
Chapter 5:
“You were out of commission for an entire weekend. The Hierarchy are understandably concerned.” Bishop, the beta male Shiloh had taken on as his second once Sarang had moved up in position, kept his gaze to the wet stone floor at the edge of the hot tub. His hands were clasped in front of him, and he was dressed in an all black three piece suit. Sweat droplets rolled from his forehead and down his neck, the heat causing the material of his fancy clothing to stick to him.
Shiloh might have found the other male attractive once. The beta was tall, with a runner’s body. A track star at one point, before he’d injured himself and had to retire at the young age of twenty. He’d sunk into a pretty deep depression after that, turning to substances to get through the pain.
It’d been by sheer luck that Shiloh had stumbled on him, half dead, laying in his own filth in the back of an alley onSynastry. As a citizen of Glyph, Bishop had no business being there, yet had traveled all that way to gain better access to stronger drugs.
Now, three years later, he was clean, and had sworn his life to the Prince of the Eumia as thanks.
