Chapter 12
“You just killed him,” Sky stated the obvious. In his defense, he was completely freaking out on the inside and trying not to show it. Weak prey got it the worst, and it was glaringly obvious the masked man in front of him was all predator.
“He tried to take you,” the man said, and his voice was familiar. So familiar, in fact, Sky was sure if not for the panicked sound of his heart racing and the ringing in his ears, he’d be able to place it.
“So you what? Want a thank you?” A part of him actually considered doing it. How fucked up was that?
“No,” the masked man replied. “He tried to do what I came here to do myself.”
“What?”
“Don’t thank me, little omega.” The masked man stepped over Kenta’s body, bringing himself flush against Sky, chest to chest. “Beg me.”
“Fo-for what?” He shrank back when the guy lifted the knife, no less terrified of it even when he just used the handle to force Sky’s chin up.
“Do you want it quick? Our first night, you asked me to end it quickly. Is that how you want it tonight?”
Ah. It was the same alpha.
Sky risked shaking his head slightly. “I don’t want it at all.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not—” He inhaled sharply when the masked man leaned in, easing his head between Sky’s neck and shoulder.
“You’re aroused,” he informed him, as though it should be obvious. “I can smell your slick.”
“No, I—” Wait. Good fucking Light, he was.
Sky was wet, not incredibly so, but it was undeniable that there was a smear of slick between his cheeks now.
He’d been dry as a desert for Kenta, but all it’d taken for this masked man was for him to crowd his space and Sky’s body had given in? Just like that?
Well shit.
Maybe Kenta had been right after all.
Maybe Sky was a gross slut who deserved it.
“Stop,” the masked man’s tone turned commanding. “There’s no place for self-deprecation here. You don’t have to feel bad about wanting me, Sky. It’s normal that you do.”
“How do you figure?”
“Because I’m your alpha.”
He couldn’t help it. Sky snorted.
Which was the wrong thing to do because it set off the man currently holding a weapon close to his neck.
The masked man shoved him to the right, straight into that hidden space between mirrors, hard enough that Sky let out a cry of alarm and stumbled. He tripped over his pants, the material practically binding his feet together, and slammed onto the hard ground, his hip taking most of the impact.
He didn’t have a lot of time to worry about that, however, because the masked man came after him a second later, forcing Sky to crawl backward in an attempt to keep the distance between them.
A useless attempt, it turned out, because he came against another barrier in no time at all.
He pressed against the wall, shocked yet again when the masked man took one last step in and then shifted the mirror behind him.
It locked into place like a door, instantly blending in with the rest of their surroundings, making it impossible for Sky to be able to find it once the alpha started circling.
Sky scrambled to his feet, almost tripping again, and yanked up his boxers to at least save himself some face. Of course, that drew his attention to his dick, and he hesitated when he saw that he was semi-hard.
That hesitation cost him.
A wave of unexpected alpha pheromones hit him, taking him instantly down to his knees. A long, drawn-out moan rumbled up his chest, and Sky’s hole clenched, a gush of slick exiting his body in eager preparation.
The smell kept coming, intoxicating and distracting, clouding his mind so that he could barely register the sound of footsteps approaching until it was too late and the masked man was standing over him.
Sky rested his forehead against the cool glass and tipped his face, sniffing at the air. The exact moment he thought he recognized the scent must have been obvious, because the masked man chuckled and crouched.
“What’s wrong, little omega?” he taunted, and it was terrifyingly easy to place that voice now. “Cat got your tongue?”
“Kian.” Sky’s mouth went dry and his mind momentarily blanked. That couldn’t be right. This couldn’t be…
The masked man reached up and slowly slipped the mask off. Then he carelessly tossed it aside, the cheap plastic skidding across the linoleum before it bumped against another wall. Kian didn’t pay it any mind, too focused on Sky, his blue eyes lit up like glow sticks.
“Surprise.”
Sky blinked, then somehow found his voice. “Surprise? Seriously? That’s all you have to say right now?”
Kian tilted his head. “What else would you like me to say?”
“Maybe you could start with what the actual fuck you’re doing right now?” Sky hissed. “Or what you were doing four years ago?! Or—”
“You're shouting,” Kian interrupted.
“Fuck you! I’ll shout if I want! You just killed someone, Kian!”
“Are you worried about that?” His head tipped the other direction eerily, like he was some mad scientist trying to figure a specimen out. “Don’t be. It’s already taken care of. Pike is probably cleaning it as we speak.”
“Who?”
“You’ve met him. At your studio. He and Bowie picked us up. Bowie drove you home.”
Right. The silver-haired alpha who’d bowed to Sky, and the super quiet, stoic blond guy who’d only said three words to him, and only when they’d still been in Kian’s presence. That had been the most awkward ride of Sky’s life.
“You’re saying your friend is dealing with Kenta’s body?”
Kian growled. “I don’t want to hear another alpha’s name coming off your lips right now. The fact that you came here with him, willingly, did not escape my notice, and it will not go unpunished.”
…Punished?
Sky shivered.
And died a little on the inside.
Kian let off another massive wave of pheromones, practically flooding the place, not letting up until Sky finally slumped against the wall, panting.
Then he made swift work of removing Sky’s clothes from his body—all of them, even his shirt and jacket.
Hell, the guy didn’t even leave him with his socks.
Once he’d stripped him down, he eased him onto his back on the floor, lifting and arranging Sky’s legs so his knees were bent and his feet were flat. Kian kneeled between his thighs, eyes roaming over his body, paying extra attention to his private areas.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he purred, clearly pleased when he leaned back and saw how much slick Sky’s body had released. “Should I play with you a bit? I’ve always wanted to.” He shook his head, seemingly at himself. “After. Don’t get distracted. Have to do what I came here to do first.”
“What did you come here to do?” Sky couldn’t help the tremble in his tone, and he flinched when Kian’s fluorescent eyes landed on his. “Please. Please, whatever you plan on doing, don’t do it.”
Sky was scared and, more importantly, humiliated. Not only had Kian witnessed how weak he’d been against Kenta, but it turned out he was also the guy who’d taken his virginity.
Four years. That’s how long Kian had kept that secret to himself.
He’d said nothing about it when they’d been trapped in Sky’s studio. Nothing at all when he’d been shoving that toy into Sky’s hole and listening to him moan.
“Bet you had a great laugh at my expense,” Sky said derisively.
“The only thing laughable is that you thought you could settle for someone like Kenta,” Kian replied.
“You’ll never be happy with someone like that, little omega.
No, you crave desire and passion. Dominance.
I remember how your body clung to me our first time.
I think about it frequently. I touch myself to thoughts of getting back inside. ”
“Stop.” Sky was having trouble processing. This couldn’t be real.
Kian’s fingers danced down his thigh, ignoring his verbal protests, shoving his legs wide when he attempted to close them. When he reached Sky’s dick, he wasn’t gentle, grabbing on and giving him three rapid-fire pumps of his fist before wringing his flushed crown in a way that made Sky howl.
More slick dripped from his back entrance. At the same time, precome leaked from his tip, smearing Kian’s hand in his fluids.
“Deny me again, and I’ll make you lick up the mess you’re making after,” Kian darkly promised. “I’ll hold your head down until you’ve licked the floor clean.”
“That’s disgusting.” Sky tried to retreat, but Kian pulled him back into position and kept him there with another wave of pheromones. This time they were directed entirely at Sky, and he felt the burning rush against his skin as he prickled and his senses kicked into overdrive.
“I could force your heat,” Kian said, and it took Sky a second longer than it should have for him to catch up and make sense of that sentence.
The moment he did, he went still.
Kian held his gaze as his other hand dipped between them, his finger pressing against the tight ring of muscle Sky had clenched shut. “It’s a simple enough thing to do. There are drugs for that sort of thing. I could do it. Force your heat. Correct the mistake I made last week.”
“Mistake?” He didn’t want to know. He didn’t—
“Letting you convince me not to pump my baby into your womb.”
Sky closed his eyes and bit down on his tongue, trying to hold in the new wave of fear that gripped him, even through all of the alpha pheromones. “Please.”
“You’re so opposed to having a baby.” Kian pushed his finger forward, forcing his way into Sky’s passage despite his attempts to keep him out. “Why?”
“I’m not ready to be a dad.” He had aspirations. Things he wanted to accomplish. Maybe one day, sure, but not now. Not today. “Quit joking about shit like this. You’re only freaking me out, and you hate children anyway.”
“I’m not particularly fond of them,” he agreed without skipping a beat. “But a bred omega is a chained omega.”
“Wh-what?”
“It’s the only way to guarantee an omega stays in line.”
“Bullshit! There’s the mating bite you ass—” Oh.