But Shiloh blew him a kiss, set a hand on each of his shoulders, and then started to ride him more aggressively. He tossed his head back and moaned, using Sarang’s body to chase after his own pleasure, angling his hips just right so that his cock hit against his prostate with every inward and outward stroke.
When Sarang glanced down at where they joined, there were smears of blood.
“You’re bleeding,” he said.
“You’re too big,” Shiloh confessed. “I tore that weekend as well. It’s fine, alpha. I don’t mind.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
He laughed derisively. “Rich, coming from the guy currently chained and taken. Are you really still trying to look out for me?”
“If that really was you at Den Night, it just means we have more to discuss. Stop this.”
“Never,” Shiloh was out of breath now, close, “No more talking. Do it, alpha.”
“Do what?”
“What you threatened to do last weekend when you forced my body into a heat cycle early.”
He’d…What?!
Sarang’s hesitation must have pissed Shiloh off, because a fresh wave of seductive omega pheromones, targeted this time so made even more potent, engulfed him. His cock, already hard enough it hurt, stiffened and grew even more, the knot at the base starting to expand.
Alphas outside of a rut could typically choose whether or not they fully knotted, but Sarang’s body betrayed him, and no matter how much he internally fought against it, he felt that bulge persist.
“You had me on my stomach when you first said it,” Shiloh was speaking again, the words coming in and out as Sarang waged war with himself. “Thrusting into my body, harder than this, deeper. Your teeth were so close to where we both wanted them. You told me if I was really him, you wouldn’t hold back. You said if I was him, you’d do what you should have done that day you found me in the salt field.”
“Prince.” They couldn’t do this.
“Yes, that’s it exactly,” Shiloh sounded pleased. It didn’t seem like he was experiencing any of the panic or guilt that Sarang was currently drowning in. One of his hands captured his head, easing his face into the crook of his neck, holding him still when Sarang tried pulling away.
Since when was he so strong?
Was it the pheromones making Sarang weak?
No. It was instinct betraying him.
“I’m him,” Shiloh purred. “I’m your perfect,” he took him deep and squeezed around him, “darling,” again, “prince,” and again. “In case it wasn’t clear, this is me, begging for it. Begging for your knot, and your teeth.” He pressed Sarang’s lips to the spot where his neck met his shoulder.
Sarang clenched his jaw so tight, he felt his molars grind together.
“Submit,” Shiloh growled, a whisp of frustration cutting through his coaxing demeanor. His grip tightened on the base of Sarang’s skull, fingers yanking strands of his hair in the process.
He gave one last burst of pheromones, pushing them both into oblivion at the same time.
Sarang gasped as his cock unloaded, his knot rolling down half an inch to lock them into place, ensuring that none of his seed spilled from his omega’s hole. He pumped him full, the orgasm sparking throughout his entire system, curling his toes and blinding him.
He cried out when Shiloh struck next, clamping his teeth down on that same spot he was trying to force Sarang to bite.
The prince held on, burying his teeth, drawing blood and tearing flesh, and emitted a sound of frustration that was a mix between a growl and a scream. His hand released Sarang’s head, but only so that he could find the bullet hole and press his finger against the wound.
Another burst of pheromones was released the second Sarang let out a pained cry, morphing his protest into another moan instead. His cock renewed its release, emptying even more come into the omega. His pheromones answered as well, bursting out of him to mix with Shiloh’s.
Omegas couldn’t make a claim on their own. They could return an alpha’s, strengthen a bond that way, but they lacked the ability to steal a mate the same way the more dominate of their species did.
Shiloh may have bitten him, but he hadn’t gotten what he wanted.
It was a very small victory, one only felt for a brief moment before Sarang’s entire body went limp.
