Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
There was something so erotic about watching Sidian take his pleasure from inflicting pain.
Roman was hard as he twisted the beta’s limbs into place as Sidian requested, watching with bated breath as his mate sliced and sawed pieces off of the beta long after they’d gotten the information Hadeon requested.
In his element, Sidian hummed what sounded like a lullaby to himself as he dug the blade into the beta’s flesh again and again, then used the pliers to peel chunks of skin away from the muscle beneath.
There was an almost artistic pattern to the way he worked, the pink tip of his tongue caught between the white of his teeth.
The beta gurgled and wept, his head lolling from side to side as the inevitability of his fate seemed to settle on his shoulders.
There would be no escaping this, no freedom, no light at the end of the tunnel.
If the Mambas cared about his family, they might step in to shield his children, but Sidian had a point; the person who paid off their scummy little target might have already moved in on the beta’s family the moment there was a wind of him missing.
It didn’t matter. Roman only cared about Sidian. Everything else fell by the wayside.
Sidian seemed to reach the end of his patience, placing the tip of the much larger knife he’d retrieved from the tray when his scalpel broke against bone between the beta’s collarbones, settled into the shadowy hollow of his throat… And dragged it straight down.
Fish-belly white flesh parted around the blade, blood dribbling from the open wound as Sidian drew it down, down, down. To the beta’s waistband where he tossed it aside and reached into the wound with his hands, gripping the edges of the beta’s gut to pull it open.
Slippery wet intestines spilled onto the floor in a heap, and Sidian giggled with delight, stepping back to admire the sight as they settled into messy, steaming coils.
Roman whistled low in his throat while the beta gagged a few more times before falling silent, his head tilted back and his one good eye pointed toward the ceiling.
What he saw in his last moments was of no interest to Roman.
The sort of bastard who would assist an omega trafficker deserved a slow and painful death.
“Fuck yeah.” Sidian sprang to his feet, almost bouncing, his entire body trembling with what smelled like euphoria as he gazed up at Roman with wide, wild eyes. “You didn’t wanna join in?”
Roman chuckled. “You looked like you were having fun.”
“I was. Goddess, yeah, I was. I’m so turned on it fucking hurts, but that was the most fun I’ve had in a long time.
” Sidian’s fervent gaze made Roman’s cock pulse, his alpha straining at his self-control to get closer to his excited, trembling mate.
“Cunt feels like it’s going to burn up from how bad I want it. You gonna give it to me, alpha?”
“Tell me what you need from me.” Roman drifted away from the corpse, no longer interested in it, his eyes for Sidian and Sidian alone.
Without hesitation, Sidian tugged his shirt up and over his head, the pale perfection of his flesh smeared with blood that had soaked through the fabric.
The air of the room was cool, hardening his pink nipples, and Roman wanted little more than to suck on them until they were swollen and red from the attention.
He rumbled at the sight of his mate, desperate to sink to his knees and cover Sidian’s body in as many kisses as possible.
Would it ever become bearable, or would it always feel so overwhelming?
Roman waited until Sidian’s hands dropped to the buckle of his belt, the sleek black leather catching the light well. “Can I put this around your neck and choke you with it?”
“It may be dangerous,” Roman pointed out, relishing the adorable pout he received for the words. This was the playful, sweet side of his mate that belonged to him and only to him. “But I would be honored.”
He dropped to his knees without hesitation as Sidian approached him, holding as still as possible while the leather was looped around his throat, the tongue fed through the buckle to give Sidian a good grip on him.
The leather pressed into Roman’s throat from all sides as the buckle dug into his Adam’s apple, his dick jumping at the sensation.
Fortunately, he was just as wired for violence and danger as Sidian was, and he ached to prove it to his omega.
“I love the way you look at me.” Sidian stroked down the side of his face with bloody fingers, and Roman rumbled in response, his eyelids growing heavy at the touch. “Like I’m an actual person.”
That set off a snarl, but Roman choked it down. Not right now. “You’re my person.”
“You're no better than a dog. That’s my favorite thing about you, y’know. Obedient fucker.” Sidian caught a handful of his curls and pushed him down, and Roman took the hint, spreading his knees to better accommodate the difference between their heights.
He could smell the slick leaking through Sidian’s underwear without having to try.
Slick absorbent underwear handled the average amounts of wetness, but there was nothing much that could be done for an omega as turned on as Sidian was.
Roman watched, mouth watering, as Sidian unfastened his jeans and pushed the denim down his hips, revealing the growing patch of wetness between his thighs.
“Please,” Roman choked out, and Sidian laughed at him, then yanked the belt hard enough to squeeze, drawing him closer.
That was all the encouragement Roman needed.
He shifted forward on his knees and pressed his face against Sidian’s cunt, tongue tracing that damp patch of fabric before he sucked it into his mouth.
Even through the soft cotton, his omega’s slick was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, and his cock pulsed in jealousy.
His tongue found the swell of Sidian’s clit through the underwear, and he sucked it, laving it with slow, wet licks until Sidian moaned and bucked against his face.
He was so close, so fucking delicious, but Roman took his time so he could pay his omega the proper attention he deserved.
Pleasing Sidian was the only thing that Roman cared about.
“You’ve got such a pretty fucking face for an alpha.” Sidian ground against him, the friction of the fabric rough and almost painful. “Get your mouth on my cunt and get me off.”
Roman dragged the underwear down Sidian’s thighs and left them tangled around his knees; he didn’t need them any lower than that.
His tongue slicked a hot path between flushed folds before he buried his face in Sidian’s cunt, groaning deep in his throat as his eyes slid shut.
It was his favorite place in the world to be, and Sidian knew that, rutting into every lick and sucking kiss with a gorgeous, perfect moan.
The broad swell of his clit slipped between Roman’s lips, and he sucked greedily, tongue lashing over it as Sidian’s fingers tightened in his hair, keeping him pinned in place.
The ache in his scalp was well worth how beautiful Sidian sounded when he neared the edge of bliss, so worked up from his hack job that it only took another quick flick of the tongue for him to come undone.
Slick gushed down Roman’s chin, and he rumbled in response, letting himself be pulled off of oversensitive flesh just so he could shove his tongue as deep into Sidian’s cunt as he could.
“On your back,” Sidian snarled, and Roman forced himself back, eager to obey his mate. He stretched out on his back while he watched Sidian kick off his jeans and ruined underwear.
Roman’s eyes raked over Sidian’s body, rumble deepening down in his chest as he offered a hand to help his omega straddle him.
His fingers brushed over the smooth, fair curve of Sidian’s hip, his eyes crinkling as he basked in how perfect the moment was.
As soon as they ended Pack Kincaid, Roman would devote himself to worshipping this omega the way he had always deserved to be praised.
“You were this hard the whole time?” Sidian asked as he unfastened Roman’s jeans, yanking them open just enough to free his cock. “Just fucking with you, Roe. I could smell how bad you wanted me the whole time I cut that fucker up. You want me to cut you up like that?”
It would kill him, but Roman’s pulse still jumped at the thought. “If you want to.”
“Maybe I should cut you open right down the middle like him.” Sidian shoved Roman’s shirt up to trace down the center of his chest with blood-stained fingers, and then he raked his nails straight down to Roman’s aching cock.
“I could rip your ribcage open and crawl inside. We’d be one for real, then, wouldn’t we? ”
Pre-come wet the tip of Roman’s dick at the image. “Get a knife and do it.”
It was a bluff, and they both knew it, but Sidian still stood to retrieve one of the clean knives from the tray before he settled back down across Roman’s hips.
The slim blade was beautiful in the bright light as he set it at the tip of Roman’s sternum, letting it rest there while he rocked his hips down, his pussy stroking the length of Roman’s cock.
Every movement spread those puffy folds around Roman’s shaft, his knot brushing against Sidian’s twitching, empty hole.
When Sidian rolled his hips, slick coated both of them, the slick noises echoing off of the surrounding walls.
Sidian pressed down on the blade until it broke the skin, blood bubbling up beneath the blade and oozing through the wound as he dragged it down.
It was barely deep at all, just enough to split the flesh, but Roman groaned through the pain, head straining against the floor.
Fingers danced along the wound before wrapping around his cock, smearing him in his own blood as Sidian gripped his cock and then rose on his knees, sinking down with a throaty moan.
The blending of pain and pleasure was a heady sensation.
Roman’s head lolled back as Sidian drew the blade further down his chest, the burning sensation offset by the wet squeeze of Sidian’s slick channel.
His omega was soaked, so perfect. Tight, little noises catching in Sidian’s throat as his head tipped forward.
And the blade still continued its slow descent until it reached Roman’s stomach, then dug in just a little deeper.
Just enough for him to feel the pain blossom into something hotter.
“What if I did it to you?” Sidian asked, planting a hand right over the wound on Roman’s sternum, pressing down on it as he fucked himself on Roman’s cock in slow, languid rolls of his hips.
“Just stab the knife all the way in and rip your guts out? Maybe they’d make a prettier collar than the belt. ”
He yanked the leather, the bite of the buckle sharp, pushing the air from Roman’s throat before he could brace for it. “I’d let you do it. I’d thank you.”
Sidian laughed, face flushed a lovely shade of pink as he arched his back, and Roman wanted so badly to touch him, knowing damn well he didn’t have the permission to do so.
That knife would dig in deeper to warn him away, but it was exquisite torture.
To watch Sidian pleasure himself, his skin damp with sweat, the roll of sinuous muscle beneath soft flesh begging to be traced and kissed.
Every single inch of him was divine perfection, and Roman was content to bleed at his altar, letting Sidian use him for his pleasure as if he were nothing more than a toy to be discarded.
Beneath Sidian was the only place Roman had ever wanted to be.
A high-pitched whine echoed through the room as Sidian sank himself down on Roman’s knot, the sudden pressure pushing Roman over the edge.
He felt Sidian’s cunt tense up and squeeze, the clenching grip making his eyes roll back in his head, and when Sidian jerked the belt tighter, it was better, somehow.
Unable to breathe, unable to think, caught somewhere in the sudden pleasure of orgasm and the sharp bite of the knife, Roman felt like he was home.
He would never let the world rip Sidian Vey from his arms again.