“Shit,” the man retreated. “He’s feral!”
Sarang rubbed the silky material of the robe over his weeping cock, staining it with his scent, then he shoved his arms through it. He didn’t have enough sense to tie the sash, but modesty wasn’t even a blip on his radar at the moment.
His actions earned him the expected reaction, the other alpha loosening his defensive stance ever so slightly, just enough that Sarang had the upper hand when he struck.
Clearing the five men in the hallway was a breeze. He knocked them out one by one, somehow managing to control himself enough not to deliver any killing blows. As he fought his way through, he called to the life-bond, internally seeking out that stream that ran between him and his omega.
The second he latched onto it, he pulled, another roar rumbling out of his chest.
Sarang left the fallen men where they were and blindly raced from the building, hardly seeing anything on his way down the many stairs and out the door. Cool night air licked at hisdamp skin, and he shivered as he darted between alleyways, letting the bond lead him toward his prize.
Time wasn’t even a concept. He didn’t know how long it took him, only that his feet were bloody and covered in filth by the time he made it to a small shop.
He entered through the backdoor, mindlessly storming into the building, catching the scent of his mate in the air long before he finally caught sight of him.
Sitting across from a dead body.
With a blaster aimed at his head.
The sound Sarang made was pure predator, enough to shock the three other people in the room. They spun on him, but he was already moving, attacking with a fierceness only a berserk alpha could manage.
If a mated alpha was separated from their omega during a rut, it could make them go insane.
And Sarang had gone through several without Shiloh there to satisfy his hunger.
Didn’t matter that there was no claiming bite.
The omega was his.
And someone was threatening him.
Sarang buried his teeth in a meaty thigh and tore, spitting a huge chunk of flesh to the side as he straightened and struck the screaming man beneath the chin, hard enough to snap his neck.
He took a bullet to the shoulder, another in the side, but that didn’t so much as slow him, the pain nothing compared to the strangled feeling in his loins.
There was a fork on a table and he snatched it, stabbing it through the second man’s eye, once, twice, and then a third time just for good measure, before he buried the metal tines into the guy’s neck and twisted.
The gun went off again, grazing the rise of his left cheek, and Sarang growled and grabbed onto the end of the weapon, shoving it up toward the ceiling just before it was fired a fourth time.
Slamming a hand against the man’s arm, he disarmed him, turning the blaster around in a flash and emptying the rest of the clip into the man’s chest. He kept going until the gun clicked and nothing came out, then heaved the object at the dead man’s body.
A breath hitched over his shoulder and he spun, teeth bared, before his vision focused on the only remaining person in the room.
The omega stared at him, trembled, and eased back half a step.
Sarang made a warning sound and released his pheromones, flooding the café with enough of him the omega actually choked and sputtered.
The omega fell to his knees, heaving and clawing at his clothing, releasing a loud cry when Sarang pounced, capturing him around the waist to haul him up and deposit him over the closest table.
He tore the omega’s pants off, the smell of slick making him moan. He was too far gone to do the things a sensible, caring partner would, didn’t even think to check Shiloh’s ass or open him up first.
Sarang pinned his front over the omega’s, lined up his cock, and thrust, putting all of his anger and frustration behind the move.
The omega screamed, the shrill sound echoing off the glass, filled with pain.
He fucked him through it anyway, deep, powerful strokes that lifted the smaller man off of his feet. The feel of wet, tight heat, gripping him was euphoric, and he blew his first loadembarrassingly fast. His knot swelled and rolled forward, and he ground it into the omega’s hole, hissing when he felt them lock together and the first inkling of relief managed to prick its way through his desperation.
The table gave out beneath them the second his knot went down enough for him to start rutting again. They fell, the omega yelping, but Sarang only faltered for a split second before picking up tempo, pounding that plush ass over and over again.
