“Is this the part where you tell me I should give you the bite to ensure it?” Sarang grunted. “Now that I know your angle, you’re becoming predictable.”
“Is it so wrong that I want to be with you?”
“You don’t want that. What you want is to own me, omega.”
“How are they not the same thing?”
“Because in one version, you continue to treat me like a character on your stage, and in the other, we write the script together. For four years, you’ve taken me for a fool. You’ve played me long enough. Now it’s my turn to play with you.”
Shiloh exhaled in frustration. “I don’t understand. If the end goal is the two of us, together, and that’s something we both want, what does it matter how we get there?”
“It matters,” Sarang firmly disagreed.
But it didn’t go unnoticed that he didn’t deny that he also wanted Shiloh back.
Perhaps…this could work for him after all.
“You said you wanted to get to know me and then you would decide,” he said. “That I have to be good for you. What does being good entail? I need you to be specific, alpha. I’m not capable of following on my own.”
“No, I see that now.” He took a step back. “Since you like playing the part of a dependent so much, let’s see how you feel about really becoming one.”
“Alpha?”
“You’ll only have me,” he reiterated. “If you don’t like the way I treat you, if you don’t like how I keep you, if you get sick of my company…none of it will matter. Even if you end up realizing you dislike being a kept omega, you’ll still only have me. Only be allowed me.”
Shiloh bristled. “Did you just call me a whore?”
“My whore, to be specific.”
“I’m the—”
“So I have a prince for a whore,” Sarang cut him off. “What of it?”
“You’re crossing a line.” One Shiloh would not tolerate.
“What’s wrong with being a kept omega?” he asked. “Isn’t it exactly what you wanted? You’ll be my only bedpartner. I’ll give you my knot. Fuck your through my ruts and your heats.Tend to you—in fact, with that last one, how is that any different than the way we’ve always been?”
“The difference is you’re keeping me trapped in a room purely for carnal pleasure,” Shiloh growled. “I don’t want you to just fuck me, I want you to claim me!”
“That’s what I’m doing,” Sarang said.
“A kept omega isn’t the same as a mated one. You’re insulting me, Rang.”
“There isn’t an omega downstairs that wouldn’t get on their hands and knees and present for me this instant if I offered to make them my kept omega,” he argued. “Should I go prove it? There’s no law dictating how many I can have at once.”
Being a kept omega was a term mostly used for people engaging in a breeding contract. It was a step above a causal relationship, but with a clear distinction between being a sexual partner and anything more serious. If he went around telling the world Shiloh was his kept omega, he’d basically be telling them that he fucked him on the side for fun.
“You stopped me from having that omega at Den Night,” Sarang reminded. “Are you really going to let me choose from one of our employees? Will you be able to look them in the eye ever again, knowing they’ve experienced what it’s like to have my cock pounding their greedy hole?”
Bitter and feeling backed into a corner, Shiloh did what he always did.
He pivoted.
“Diogenes is going to realize what’s going on and come for me,” he said snidely, too riled up to recognize the danger. “Let’s see if you can look him in the eyes when you find him between my thighs, filling me up with his—”
Sarang grabbed the beeping monitor with both hands and chucked it across the room. The device smashed into pieces, bits raining about, the sound loud and shocking.
Shiloh had caved in on himself protectively before he knew it, cupping his ears, ignoring the way he pulled at his injuries as he made himself smaller.
