Chapter 3 #2
The sound of outcry from the main area clued Sarang into the fact the whole place had just lost power, but then there was a gasp from the omega with him, and a thud. Before he could ask what happened, the lights in the hall returned, momentarily lighting up the silhouette of the omega.
The omega entered the room and shut the door behind himself.
“The light orbs in this room must be attached to a different server,” Sarang stated when they remained off.
He sniffed at the air, using his other senses to locate the omega, and was instantly accosted by a wave of lust pheromones so potent they actually had him stumbling back and falling onto the bed.
The omega was on him in an instant, straddling his hips, planting a palm at either side of his head so he felt the mattress dip. He didn’t waste time on words, didn’t seem to care about the lights either.
Sarang opened his mouth to receive the omega’s kiss when the other man pressed his lips against his.
This was what they’d come here for, after all.
Didn’t matter that the Wardrobe had experienced momentary electrical issues.
They were already here in this room, and he was already too far gone to his rut to even consider calling this off.
The smell of the omega wasn’t a deterrent either. That hint of a foreign note was gone now, probably buried under the intensity of the omega’s heat. The result was enough to have all of Sarang’s senses firing to attention.
The omega smelled like Shiloh, and here, in the dark, in this hidden and discreet place, Sarang could partake in the forbidden. He could give in to the fantasy and concoct the illusion to its fullest.
For years now, that was the only way to satisfy his rut. His hindbrain demanded he seek out his omega and claim him.
Pin him down.
Trap him on his knot.
Secure him with his teeth.
There were too many alphas in the universe, too many other possible people who could try and claim Shiloh. These urges to go after him and lock him down had been particularly brutal when Shiloh had been dating that idiot Lane.
Lane, who was dead now, yet still somehow getting on Sarang’s nerves.
A burst of possessiveness coursed through him, and Sarang rolled, placing the omega beneath him without breaking the kiss. His pheromones filled the room, forcing the man into a frenzy as his heat responded and overtook him.
That’s what Sarang wanted. He needed to give in to his rut and shut his mind off. Ruts could be intense enough the alpha could sometimes even lose memory of the events that took place. He could feel himself slipping into that dangerous territory now, and instead of fighting against it, welcomed it.
He didn’t want to think. He just wanted to feel.
Even if this stranger wasn’t really the omega he craved.
Sarang ground against the apex of the man’s thighs, growling when the omega gasped against his mouth.
His vision was adjusting, but only so much that he could make out the murky outline of the man beneath him.
It was enough for him to at least pull away and tear their clothing from their bodies.
The close proximity helped, though he couldn’t make out any details and had to feel around the omega’s chest to find one of his nipples.
He pinched and tweaked the raised bud, trying to gauge how far he could take things. He tended to get very rough during his ruts, and wanted to be sure he could fully give into it first.
“I might hurt you,” he warned, though there was no way he was allowing the omega to leave this room without satisfying him.
Maybe once, a long time ago, he’d been a good enough person to, but not anymore.
Now he was the underboss of the Eumia, and if he didn’t bed this omega right here and now, he risked leaving in a mania and going to Shiloh.
Sarang would never do that to the prince. Even if he wasn’t grieving for a baby, Shiloh had still lost his alpha less than a year ago. Was still adjusting to being a part of a mafia with Kian as the Dominus. Was learning to navigate a new planet and a new university.
He had enough going on in his life, he didn’t need Sarang adding to that by sneaking into his room like some fiend in the night and forcefully being claimed.
And Sarang would force it.
He knew his limits. Knew he was at them.
His instincts had long since claimed Shiloh as his, and years of fighting against them, of denying them, had resulted in him going half mad every rut.
There were blocks of time he’d wake up with no recollection of the things he’d done, just a passed out and bruised stranger omega and a dirty rented room.
He’d cleaned himself off and got out then, and he’d do the same once he was done here, and in that way, in denying himself, he would keep his true mate safe and happy.
Shiloh was too delicate to handle an alpha like him. Was used to the calm and polite version of Sarang. The sweet one who doted on him and protected him. Who insisted on bandaging even a papercut.
In the bedroom, that person ceased to exist.
“Promises, promises,” the omega beneath him said in a husky, lust-filled voice, before linking his fingers at the base of Sarang’s skull and pulling him back down for another passionate kiss.
The omega used his teeth this time, nipping at Sarang’s lips and the tip of his tongue, as if trying to instigate him to keep his word and be rough.
There was already enough slick pouring from the omega’s entrance that Sarang could feel it coating his knees, and two fingers slid into the man with ease.
Omegas produced the lube-like fluid to help wet their passage for alpha cock, and as a male, this omega was dripping from both his hole and his dick.
Another wave of enticing pheromones wafted off the omega at just that minimal contact, and Sarang’s alpha responded, the last shred of consciousness overcome by animalistic instinct.
Sarang pulled his fingers free, flipped the omega onto his stomach, and drove his cock into his partially prepared hole in a matter of seconds.
When the omega screamed, the mixed sound of pleasure and pain sent Sarang into overdrive.