His mother had done a hell of a lot worse to him in the past than break a single rib, or even a single bone for that matter. Whenever Shiloh had stepped out of line, she’d beaten him back into place.
“I tore your hole, Shiloh. You were bleeding. If Tull hadn’t arrived and stopped me—”
His eyes popped back open and he gasped. “You were shot!”
Shiloh rushed to sit up and then cried out, practically falling over in an attempt to lift pressure off his rear.
The alpha was at his side in a blur of motion, taking him by the arm and turning him so he was lying on his stomach. Without a word, he flipped the blanket off of Shiloh, exposing him to the cool air.
Making him realize with a start that he was completely naked.
Sarang cupped his cheeks and parted his ass, leaning over to inspect his entrance. “You’re still swollen and puffy. You finally closed up, but you have to be careful. Even with me controlling the flow of qi, it’s taking a while for you to heal.”
“Yeah, because you were shot three times and weakened.” Shiloh tried to roll away, but a heavy hand smacked down on his bottom, causing him to freeze. His mouth dropped open. “Did you just…?”
“I’ll spank you again if you don’t start taking this seriously,” he warned, grabbing a tube of cream from the end table, before moving to kneel between Shiloh’s legs. “This will hurt. Bear with it.”
“What—” He hissed and squeezed his eyes shut when his thighs were forced further apart to better accommodate the alpha. At the press of a finger against his damaged entrance, he clenched fistfuls of the blanket beneath him.
Sarang was as careful as he could be, rubbing cream around his bud, making sure it was slick and covered before attempting to push into him. When Shiloh whimpered, he hushed him and released a wave of soothing alpha pheromones.
Some of the tension between his shoulders eased, and Shiloh lay still, allowing his alpha to tend to him.
“You can’t remain on your stomach because of the rib,” Sarang said. “It’s mostly healed, but…Let’s not take any chances.”
“A broken bone is mostly healed, but my ass still feels like it was held against a shredder?” He whistled. “Damn, alpha, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“I’m guessing you haven’t realized the full weight of your current situation.”
No, but now that they were talking, he was starting to recall what the full weight of the alpha holding him down had felt like.
He shivered.
Sarang spanked him again.
“Fuck! Seriously?!” He would have risked turning, but Sarang finished up and hauled him onto his back before resettling the comforter over his front. Shiloh glared up at him.
The alpha grabbed a tissue and started cleaning his finger. “This is my bedroom. You’ve always wanted to see it, haven’t you?”
That caught his curiosity, and Shiloh glanced around with renewed interest. No matter how many times he’d asked in the past, he’d always been denied entrance to the alpha’s suite. Unfortunately, seeing it now, there wasn’t really all that much to view. It was mostly empty, with the only real pop of color being the silky cherry red bedding.
“What changed your mind?” he asked, turning back just in time to catch a spark of something possessive flicker in the alpha’s eyes. Shiloh’s breath caught in his throat, instincts making him go still in the face of a potentially upset alpha.
Sarang planted a palm on the pillow at the side of his head and leaned in, capturing Shiloh’s chin firmly between two fingers. “I told you I wanted to talk, yet you kept denying me. Now it’s my turn to make the rules. Until you and I can come to an understanding, you aren’t stepping a single foot out of this suite. Maybe not even this room, if you aren’t careful.”
Shiloh blinked at him, wondering who the hell this guy was, but the alpha wasn’t nearly finished.
“You won’t be receiving visitors, so don’t waste your time plotting ways to escape. No one can help you. Not Bishop. Not even Sloane. For the time being, I’m the only one you have, omega. Just me and my company.”
There was something…different about him. Somethingoff.
The induced rut was over, and in appearance he seemed normal and well within his senses. Except for his eyes. The way he was staring at Shiloh, unblinking, hyper focused, it was a lot like the way he’d looked at him at the café just before he’d thrown him down and ripped him open with his ridiculously huge alpha cock.
Shiloh’s gaze dropped quickly to the spot between the alpha’s thighs, only risking a very brief glance, but it was enough to confirm the alpha wasn’t currently hard.
“What’s gotten into you?” he dared ask, only for Sarang’s lips to twist up in an almost cruel smirk that could have rivaled Shiloh’s own.
“You made your point, that’s all,” he said, voice dangerously low, velvety and edged with a barely restrained threat. “You exposed yourself to me, and I’ve acknowledged the real you. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
