Chapter 9 #3
Shiloh licked him again and then cut off his pheromones suddenly. “Two options, alpha. Accept your fate and give in to me. Or kill me and free us both from this mad obsession.”
The underboss froze as best he could, unable to keep from trembling, too deep in his arousal for his body to cool even without the pheromones ensnaring him. “What?”
“It’s the only way,” Shiloh insisted. “I was tossed into that room without a single chance of escape. My captors didn’t care for me the way yours does for you. Don’t worry about repercussions. Your family will be safe. Bishop is under strict orders. Kill me, alpha. Put us both out of our misery.”
“Shiloh, stop this.”
“Why would I do that?” He grinned. “I can think of no better way to die than by choking on your dick.”
Wasting no more time, Shiloh took him in his mouth and sucked him all the way down to the root. He gagged, saliva filling his mouth even as tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. That didn’t deter him.
The alpha cursed and tried to shake him loose, but Shiloh held firm, pulling off so that he could lavish attention on his rosy crown.
He practically made out with that thick head, slipping his tongue around the mushroom shaped hood, sucking and circling the sensitive area where Sarang’s slit leaked salty precome.
Shiloh gulped it down, feasting on him, using his hand to guide that massive shaft where he wanted it, so that he could nibble and lick at the sides, and trace throbbing veins.
This was a literal dream come true, and now that he finally had the alpha’s cock in his mouth, he refused to give it up. He’d meant what he’d said. The only way out of this nightmare—for both of them—was if he died.
Sarang could take his life. Shiloh would go happily.
In fact, a twisted part of him seriously hoped the alpha would do it. Would spare them both from whatever hardships came next.
Spared Shiloh from having to suffer the consequences of his actions.
The aftermath would be difficult, and he found he was cowardly after all. He didn’t want to face the alpha without the influence of his pheromones or the chains keeping him contained.
Didn’t want to see the look of disgust in Sarang’s gaze aimed his way.
Because Diogenes had been right. Of course he had been.
A man like Sarang could never love something like Shiloh. Someone warped and vile. The real him was no doubt repulsive to the alpha, a man who grew up with values, believing in things like kindness and compassion and integrity and love.
Shiloh had somehow managed to make it this far despite all of the reckless ventures. He frequently gambled with his life at stake. Was consciously self-destructive. Prior to meeting Sarang, life had gotten tiring anyway. It was thanks to the alpha that these past few years had been fun.
Albeit, filled with a different sort of agony that could only come with unanswered yearning. But still.
He’d rather die than lose Sarang’s warmth, and since Dio was right, and Shiloh had been too stupid to see it soon enough to put a stop to his own desires…
“I’d rather be dead then end up with nothing.” Shiloh whispered it against the curve of that silky cock before kissing it reverently once.
His other palm moved to cup the alpha’s balls as he swallowed him back down, ready to try deepthroating a second time now that he’d worked himself up to it.
His gag reflex kicked in again, but he let it, allowing saliva to pool in his mouth and drip from the corners of his lips as he bobbed slowly to the mid-point of that cock, never letting it fully leave his mouth as he worked.
He flattened his tongue and stroked against the underside of that thick shaft, making wet, gurgling noises as he continuously choked himself, the flared crown blocking his airways every time it hit the back of his throat and slid down a few inches.
Shiloh kept the pace slow, wanting to relish the act for as long as possible. When he was certain he’d worked them both up to a steady rhythm, he glanced up, catching the alpha’s eyes.
Sarang was staring at him with a look of pure shock, as though he was struggling to process what was happening between them.
Which wouldn’t do, because he was running out of time.
Shiloh was going to lose his resolve soon, he could feel it just as surely as he could taste the musky tang of the alpha’s delectable precome.
His hole was twitching, desperately wanting to be filled, and there was slick between his crease, rolling down his balls.
He’d passed being hard himself forever ago, and he was wound so tightly, he was like an elastic band about to snap.
Once that happened, it’d be game over.
The alpha needed to take his chance before it was too late.
Maintaining eye contact, Shiloh moved his hands to the outside of Sarang’s muscular thighs, pressing pointedly against them so that they closed around his head. It took the alpha longer than it should have, but he saw the moment the underboss figured out what he was getting at.
With a relieved sigh, Shiloh closed his eyes and continued gorging on what was most likely going to be his last meal.