Chapter 18
Sarang’s cock was rubbed raw from all the times he’d fucked his own fist, but that didn’t stop him from doing it again.
The rut burned through him, keeping him locked in a perpetual state of heightened arousal and aggression. It was day three of this nightmare, another one when he’d been denied a piece of the omega’s clothing, only it was worsened by the fact Shiloh also hadn’t bothered to call.
He’d called yesterday too, as soon as Sarang had drank from the offered bottle same as before. They’d argued—again—the omega refusing his demands for a real conversation. But at least they’d spoken.
Why hadn’t he called tonight?
Was this another form of punishment?
If so, it was incredibly cruel.
With his instincts so thoroughly left unsatisfied, Sarang had lost control of his mental clarity.
He saw the broken bits of furniture—the overturned table, the shattered lamp, the book with torn pages strewn about the room—and somewhere, way back in a corner of his mind he somewhat understood the damage had been his doing, but the realization was fleeting and unimportant.
The only thing that mattered was breeding.
Finding his omega and claiming them.
Punishing them for making him wait.
Making him suffer.
“Shiloh!” he wasn’t aware he was screaming the omega’s name, had no clue he’d been doing it for well over an hour. His throat was hoarse, his body covered in fluids, and there was blood over his knuckles from smashing up the wall.
The pain was excruciating and unlike any other. His skin felt like it was peeling and burning, too tight to contain his body. Energy and pheromones snapped and crackled like electricity in the air, and his lungs constricted. But all of that was nothing compared to the ache in his balls.
His cock, proud and stiff and vibrant red, hurt with every small movement. It hung heavy at the apex of his thighs, leaking precome, never softening no matter how many times he came.
The frustration built to a boil, until he was practically clawing at the walls, desperate to break free and find the one thing that could soothe this raging inferno.
He needed—
A sound caught his attention and he went almost comically still, freezing in place as a pounding at the door repeated, growing louder and louder as it was able to pierce through the ringing in his ears.
When it burst forward, the entire door splintering and clattering against the wall, Sarang instantly caught the scent of another alpha.
A man, familiar, yet foreign, appeared in the entrance, caught sight of him, and froze.
“Tull, is he in there?” a voice said from out in the hall, and the man in the doorway swore.
“He’s in rut.” The other alpha searched around and found a robe on the ground. He picked it up and tossed it to Sarang. “Get dressed and calm down.”
Even though his hand had only been on it for a second or two, the scent of the other alpha on the material caused Sarang to roar. There was no omega around for him to defend or for them to fight over, but that didn’t matter.
“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 his damp 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 load embarrassingly 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.
His omega was so tight it was almost painful, but Sarang worked him open on his cock, driving all the way to the hilt as though trying to batter completely through him. He’d tear him apart just to get a little deeper inside, a little closer to that warm, inviting place at his center.
He’d drill himself so far in, there wouldn’t be a hope or a pray for the omega to escape.
“Bad,” he managed the single word, though it was a struggle. He wasn’t sure it was even exactly what he meant to say, but it was the only thing his mind could come up with, so he said it. “So. Bad.”
The omega whimpered and grabbed onto one of the broken metal legs of the table, trying to pull himself out from under Sarang.
In response, he forced the omega’s legs further apart with his knees and fucked in hard enough he finally felt the tip of his cock breach that final wall of resistance.
Womb.
He’d punched his way through.
“Breed,” Sarang growled, settling his weight more heavily over his omega, listening as the smaller male sputtered and struggled beneath him. “Bad.” He rolled his hips. “Deserve.”
“Yeah,” the omega sounded far away and underwater, possibly slightly unhinged to boot. “I deserve it. But just so you know, I think you broke one of my ribs.”
Sarang didn’t know what that meant.
He couldn’t formulate reason, didn’t know why he was scolding the omega, only that he needed to.
That he’d done something wrong.
That his omega hadn’t been where he was supposed to be.
That he’d made Sarang come all the way here and hunt him down.
“Bad.” He battered him with his cock, impaling him on that solid, searing length, keeping him drunk on alpha lust pheromones that he pumped as frequently as he did his hips. He covered his omega in them, until the smell took and there’d be no mistaking exactly who the smaller man belonged to.
His omega sobbed, trapped so thoroughly, he couldn’t escape even an inch of punishment.
The smell, the sounds of soft cries and slapping flesh…the warmth from the writhing body caught against his own…All of it had Sarang thrumming with satisfaction, overwhelmed by unrivaled pleasure.
He was bleeding out and bruising the omega, being far too rough with such a delicate mate, and yet none of that slowed him.
He kept fucking like his life depended on it, hard and fast, brutally tearing the omega’s hole open wider to receive him and several of his loads.
He deposited them into that forbidden place hidden inside, knot swelling to seal his entrance and keep it all in.
Even through the knotting, he couldn’t stop moving though. He rolled his hips and ground against the omega’s full ass, groaning at the soft feel, the way his inner walls tightened and milked him.
“Alpha.” Snot and tears covered the omega’s face, and he caught Sarang’s eye over his shoulder. “Please.”
Please?
“Enough.” The omega howled when the knot deflated and Sarang was free to pull all the way out and slam back into him all over again. “No! Stop!”
“Bad.” Sarang nipped his shoulder, then bit lightly at his earlobe, one of his teeth nicking his skin and drawing blood. “Breed.”
He couldn’t stop. His omega had to learn. Had to be good and learn to take his breeding.
Next time he’d come like he should. He’d be there waiting to receive his alpha’s cock. He wouldn’t run and hide and be bad like he’d been today.
Sarang would make sure of it.
He pulled out and came all over the omega’s back, covering him in a large load before quickly shoving himself back into his hole just as the knot started to form.
His omega gasped as he was refilled, then whined when the knot linked them and Sarang gave an experimental tug.
He wasn’t even close to finished. Had so much more to give. The rut still burning brightly through him. He—
The sound of footsteps had his head whipping up, a warning growl already leaving his lips.
The alpha from earlier rounded the corner, appearing from the back, probably having used the same entrance Sarang had. He wasn’t releasing pheromones, but that didn’t mean the smell of him wasn’t apparent.
The omega whimpered.
Sarang saw red.
He struck without thinking, finding that spot between the omega’s shoulder and the base of his neck with ease. His teeth broke skin, jaw clenching with the intent to do damage and leave a lasting mark.
His body jerked when something sharp pierced him in the shoulder, and before he could mentally send the invisible signal to the omega and make the offering, a wave of dizziness assaulted him.
Sarang struggled to maintain control, but his mouth went lax, and the next thing he knew, he was falling forward, darkness taking hold and pulling him into a murky abyss.
And away from his omega once more.