There was another moment of silence and then, “You’re confusing me, alpha. When you say things like that, I can’t tell if you truly mean them, or if it’s because of the drug.”
“Does it make a difference?” he countered, taking pleasure in throwing the words back at him.
“How long do you think you’d be able to hold me captive before my brother and sister come for you?”
“Probably as long as you’re able to hold me,” he stated. “Kian will return and demand me back at my post.”
“Which I will allow, so long as you give me what I want first.”
“And what is that, exactly?”
“I want to be yours,” Shiloh surprised him with his bluntness. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“Funny way of showing it.” Sarang couldn’t hold off any longer, slipping out of his pants and crawling onto the bed. He grabbed one of the fluffy pillows and shoved it beneath his hips, going from zero to one hundred in a flash.
“I want you to be mine as well,” Shiloh clarified. “And you will be. You are. Even if I have to keep you like this.”
“I’m not some pet you can lock up,” he hissed, grinding into the pillow in a way that completely contradicted his words.
“You’re not very creative when it comes to masturbation.”
So the little princehadbeen watching him.
“Pervert.” Sarang kept humping.
“Would you prefer I look at someone else? I could suggest Caelum hold its own Den Night. Bring in some business and potentially get fucked all at once.”
“Loh.”
“Yes, alpha?” his tone couldn’t be anymore saccharine if he tried.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into here.” He didn’t realize just how intensely he was feeding Sarang’s fantasies. Now, every time he touched himself, he was going to be picturing the omega on the other end of a camera.
He flexed his glutes and dragged his cock over the pillow before making a big show of flipping onto his back. Sarang settled over the plush object so his hips were lifted, and spread his thighs, thrusting into the air. His cock bounced, red and almost as thick as his wrist, and precome splattered, dotting his abs with glistening drops.
Shiloh’s breath hitched, and Sarang barely contained the flair of self-satisfaction that brought him.
It was the rut talking, but he was starting to wonder why he cared so much whether or not Shiloh’s attraction to him was because of the life-bond.
Did it really matter?
If it meant Sarang could have the omega he wanted, why fight it?
Morality would only get a person so far, and it wasn’t like their species were all that known for having it anyway. Alphas took their mates. That was why it was called a claiming. That was why the act itself was violent and bloody.
Who was he kidding, trying to play the good guy?
The prince wasn’t the only one who’d worn a mask, he’d just been more honest with himself about it.
“Come here,” Sarang ordered again, trying to wear the other man down. He ran his hands up his chest, over his nipples, pinching and twisting them suggestively while flicking his hips. The room was starting to cave in on him, his vision growing cloudy while instinct took over. It wouldn’t be long before he lost the ability to carry a conversation like this.
“Will you bite me, alpha?” Shiloh asked, but Sarang’s hesitation was all the answer he needed, and he followed it up with a growl of his own. “Then no. You can knot your fist again, since you seem to enjoy your own company over mine.”
“We need to talk,” he tried explaining, but the omega wasn’t hearing it.
“The only thing we need to do is screw.”
“You don’t mean that.”
