“Don’t insult me, Rang. You think I’d blow a man over a crush? I would never debase myself for anyone other than my alpha.”
“I’m not your alpha, Prince.”
“Wrong.” He glared. “Everything you’ve said and done today has been wrong. Last chance. Are you going to smother me or not?”
“I could never kill you.” Even without the life-bond, that was a fact.
“Are you sure?” Shiloh tilted his head, a glimmer of something calculative and nefarious lighting his dark blue eyes.
Sarang had seen a similar expression painted across Kian and Sloane’s faces, but never Shiloh’s.
And never with this intensity.
This almost demonic ferocity, like an otherworldly beast about to devour its prey.
There was no way this was his Shiloh.
No way that his omega was wearing a face like that. Rising up between his spread legs like the Demon God of War readying for battle, shifting forward until he was straddling Sarang, lowering to cradle his swollen cock against his wet crease.
Shiloh lubed his shaft with his slick, one hand settling possessively against Sarang’s throat, the other tracing his chest, touching everywhere, lingering over his nipples, exploring thering of his areola before moving to the grooves and bumps of his abs.
“I gave you a chance,” the omega said, voice little more than a dark whisper now, his breath fanning across Sarang’s cheeks.
He could headbutt him. Knock Shiloh out. Eventually, Bishop would return for them. But…
Then what?
As soon as Shiloh woke, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t try something like this again, and it wasn’t like Sarang could ever leave him, not unlesshewanted to die.
Sarang didn’t.
Maybe that was selfish, but he’d never claimed to be perfect.
He startled when Shiloh reached down and adjusted him, the feeling of his sensitive head meeting the tight bud of his ass, pressing against that resistance, making him gasp.
“Wait—” He didn’t get to finish that sentence, the omega bottoming out over him in one plunge that had Sarang cursing and stars winking over his vision. Shiloh’s mouth had been fantastic, but the way his passage squeezed him as his cock was taken was unrivaled.
The life-bond didn’t have anything to do with sex. Didn’t require a claiming bite or acceptance the same way an alpha/omega bond did. And yet he felt that invisible thread bloom in his chest, felt his skin warm and tingle all over, saw a golden halo appear around Shiloh.
Not a demon. A god.
His god.
Sarang snapped his jaw and then caught himself, clenching it shut to prevent himself from doing it again. He went still, trying to ignore the way the omega moved over him,bouncing steadily on his cock like he had experience there. Like he belonged.
“Do you think I should be embarrassed?” Shiloh somehow managed to read him, and against his better judgment, Sarang’s eyes opened and he met his gaze once more. “You’refeeling embarrassed. Why? Is it because you think I’ve never seen you like this? Look how wet I am for you. How hard.” He angled his chin between them.
Sarang tried to resist, but he looked down.
Shiloh’s dick was flushed, precome and sweat dampening his curly black snatch. It was an impressive length, only a couple of inches shorter than Sarang’s, though nowhere near as thick. It beat against his stomach, splattering droplets of clear liquid, and his balls slapped against Sarang’s lower abs every time he lowered onto him.
The omega rode him effortlessly, keeping a steady, tempered pace meant to simultaneously prolong their coupling while also drawing them nearer the explosive edge.
It hit him then, that he was having sex with the prince.
He was fucking the prince.
Or, really, he was being fucked by him, because there was no mistaking who was in charge here. But it was all the same.
