He was going to have to teach, both how to love, and how to be loved.
His work was seriously cut out for him.
Chapter 23:
The fastest way to anyone’s heart was through sex.
So why the hell wouldn’t the alpha fuck him?
Shiloh heaved a sound of frustration as he scrubbed himself down in the shower. It’d been several days of nothing but conversation, boring games, and the occasional movie, and he was getting frustrated.
True to his word, Sarang hadn’t allowed anyone else to enter the suite, meaning when the alpha wasn’t around, there was nothing to do and no one to pass the time with.
“I even gave the bastard books to read,” he grumbled, watching suds swirl down the drain before he aggressively slapped a hand over the control panel, turning the water off. Stepping from the stall, he grabbed a towel and quickly dried himself, mind still stuck on the odd feeling of tightness in his chest.
The alpha made it sound like they were going to be together, and yet he avoided every single one of Shiloh’s suggestive remarks. He hadn’t offered him clothing, but didn’t allow his gaze to linger on Shiloh’s nudeness either.
“What the hell do you want, Rang?” he whispered to himself bitterly. At least when Shiloh had held the alpha, it’d been with a purpose and goal in mind.
What was Sarang’s goal?
What was he trying to achieve by keeping Shiloh here with nothing to do?
In the past during a disagreement, Shiloh had been able to easily wear the other man down with a pouty look, but now…
The real Sarang, much like the real Shiloh, were not the same men they’d portrayed these past four years, and it was seriously showing. On the one hand, realizing that did help Shiloh see his point. The two of themdidhave to grow reacquainted, had to relearn each other and adjust accordingly.
But why the fuck couldn’t they do thatafterthe claiming bite?
Shiloh yanked the door open with more force than necessary, allowing the wood to clang loudly against the wall. He stepped out, toweling off his hair, and then paused just within the doorway when his gaze landed on the source of all his irritation.
Sarang stood next to the bed, setting down a slice of cake on the tray he’d been using to give Shiloh his meals. His eyes were already on him, a curious tip to his head.
“Let me out.” Shiloh dropped the towel to the ground and stood there, giving no reaction when the alpha’s eyes caught onto a water droplet at the hollow of his throat.
Sarang tracked it all the way down Shiloh’s chest, past his navel, lingering when it seeped into the dark hairs just above his dick.
The first real look had Shiloh’s body instantly reacting, his dick hardening under that heated scrutiny.
Afraid that it would cause the alpha to leave, Shiloh quickly covered it, retreating a full step when Sarang’s gaze snapped up to meet his once more.
Was the alpha disgusted by him now? By the things he could do to a person?
Sure, in the café, Sarang had murdered Shiloh’s would be kidnappers, but he’d been driven by his rut. He hadn’t gone out of his way to make it hurt like Shiloh had back in the parking garage.
While it was clear the alpha liked being aggressive in the bedroom, that didn’t translate to the rest of his life. Sarang was still the person who took his duties as underboss seriously, killing for a cause, and not out of enjoyment or personal gain. Unlike Shiloh, who’d got a little twitchy if he went too long without getting blood on his hands.
Had Sarang learned that part already?
Had he spoken to Diogenes or the others who’d known Shiloh in the past?
Was that the reason he wouldn’t sleep with him again? Because he found him twisted and psychopathic? A turn off?
How was Shiloh supposed to fix that if it were the case?
Panic started settling in his gut, and his dick went flaccid.
“What are you thinking, omega?” Sarang asked, sticking to the other side of the room, as though Shiloh’s naked body really did disinterest him.
