Shiloh and he were not compatible.
But he and Sarang…
“I know what it’s like,” he found himself saying, half of his mind still stuck on the past and that room and the first taste of helplessness he had ever felt, “to be taken against your will. I didn’t want that for us, alpha. If nothing else, please believe that.”
“Shiloh.”
“It’s your own fault, really.” He took another step closer. “If you hadn’t done what you did, said what you said, I would never take a risk like this. But you tipped your hand that night. You called out to me, not the other way around. Oh.” Maybe that wasn’t fair either. “I suppose it might not count considering you thought it was a stranger.”
Sarang shook his head, unable to follow, probably in part because he was drunk on pheromones, and also in shock from the revelation Shiloh was a monster who was happy tearing people apart. Literally.
“In my mind, this is different from what was done to me at the breeding den because there are feelings involved. But maybe you don’t see it that way. How about this.” Shiloh dropped to his knees and reached for Sarang’s belt, jerking him still when he resisted and tried to turn his hips away. “I’ll give you one chance to put a stop to this. Just one.”
“Don’t!” The alpha hissed when Shiloh pulled his thick cock from his pants and gave him one solid pump of his fist. His head slammed back against the wall. “Damn it, Prince, you’re crossing the line!”
“If you really want to stop me, there’s only one way to do it.” He slid down, so that he was lying on his stomach on the chilly stone ground, left hand still holding onto the alpha’s hot, pulsing shaft. His tongue darted out, flicking against Sarang’s slit, and his eyes turned upwards to catch sight of the man’s expression while he did it.
Sarang’s hips sprung off the ground, his cock slapping against Shiloh’s cheek before he could get a hold of himself. He cursed and tugged on the cuffs, tearing his wrists further, until tiny rivers of crimson ran down the length of his arms to drip off his elbows.
Shiloh licked him again and then cut off his pheromones suddenly. “Two options, alpha. Accept your fate and give in to me. Or kill me and free us both from this mad obsession.”
The underboss froze as best he could, unable to keep from trembling, too deep in his arousal for his body to cool even without the pheromones ensnaring him. “What?”
“It’s the only way,” Shiloh insisted. “I was tossed into that room without a single chance of escape. My captors didn’t care for me the way yours does for you. Don’t worry about repercussions. Your family will be safe. Bishop is under strict orders. Kill me, alpha. Put us both out of our misery.”
“Shiloh, stop this.”
“Why would I do that?” He grinned. “I can think of no better way to die than by choking on your dick.”
Wasting no more time, Shiloh took him in his mouth and sucked him all the way down to the root. He gagged, saliva filling his mouth even as tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. That didn’t deter him.
The alpha cursed and tried to shake him loose, but Shiloh held firm, pulling off so that he could lavish attention on his rosy crown.
He practically made out with that thick head, slipping his tongue around the mushroom shaped hood, sucking and circling the sensitive area where Sarang’s slit leaked salty precome. Shiloh gulped it down, feasting on him, using his hand to guide that massive shaft where he wanted it, so that he could nibble and lick at the sides, and trace throbbing veins.
This was a literal dream come true, and now that he finally had the alpha’s cock in his mouth, he refused to give it up. He’d meant what he’d said. The only way out of this nightmare—for both of them—was if he died.
Sarang could take his life. Shiloh would go happily.
In fact, a twisted part of him seriously hoped the alpha would do it. Would spare them both from whatever hardships came next.
Spared Shiloh from having to suffer the consequences of his actions.
The aftermath would be difficult, and he found he was cowardly after all. He didn’t want to face the alpha without the influence of his pheromones or the chains keeping him contained.
Didn’t want to see the look of disgust in Sarang’s gaze aimed his way.
Because Diogenes had been right. Of course he had been.
A man like Sarang could never love something like Shiloh. Someone warped and vile. The real him was no doubt repulsive to the alpha, a man who grew up with values, believing in things like kindness and compassion and integrity and love.
Shiloh had somehow managed to make it this far despite all of the reckless ventures. He frequently gambled with his life at stake. Was consciously self-destructive. Prior to meeting Sarang, life had gotten tiring anyway. It was thanks to the alpha that these past few years had been fun.
Albeit, filled with a different sort of agony that could only come with unanswered yearning. But still.
He’d rather die than lose Sarang’s warmth, and since Dio was right, and Shiloh had been too stupid to see it soon enough to put a stop to his own desires…
“I’d rather be dead then end up with nothing.” Shiloh whispered it against the curve of that silky cock before kissing it reverently once.
