Chapter 4
The alpha fucked into him brutally, without a single care about whether or not he was hurting him.
And that turned Shiloh on so much, he could almost be convinced he was in actual heat.
He wasn’t.
But the alpha currently pinning him down, ramming that massive cock forcefully into his body, didn’t seem to realize. Which was good.
Much like every other action he’d taken against the alpha, Shiloh replacing the original omega Sarang had brought here had been done on a whim.
He’d hacked into the power source of the Wardrobe and caused the brief outage, making sure to fully disable the light orbs in this room before switching the rest of the club’s back on to avoid detection.
It’d given him just enough time to yank the original omega out, steal his mask, and take his place.
He’d been livid when he’d followed Sarang here and realized the alpha’s intent.
It was obvious the alpha was angry with him about lying about his pregnancy and seeking comfort elsewhere because of it.
Shiloh wouldn’t necessarily call it spite, since he doubted the alpha ever wanted him to know about his rut or his hookup during, but that didn’t prevent Shiloh from feeling that way.
He was a spiteful creature after all, so in his mind, Sarang deserved everything he had coming to him tonight.
Clearly the alpha agreed to some extent, though subconsciously, since he was punishing Shiloh in turn. He might not know it was Shiloh, but that was neither here nor there. Shiloh knew, and that was good enough.
For now.
He clawed at the mattress when Sarang lifted him onto his forearms and angled his hips, driving even deeper. That thick cockhead stroked against Shiloh’s prostate, and he felt the tip of it spear all the way to the entrance of his womb.
A part of him wished he’d taken the risk and left at least one of the lights on so he could catch a proper glimpse of the shaft currently rearranging his insides.
The tight ring of muscle protested the abusive pounding, the few pumps of the alpha’s fingers not nearly enough to open him properly, and Shiloh’s toes curled as zips of pleasure and pain rocked through him.
The springs of the mattress creaked loudly, creating a wild rhythm that mirrored his heartbeat, and whenever a sob slipped past his defenses, the alpha draped over him growled warningly, as though he thought there was a chance Shiloh might try to get away.
Actually…
Since he wasn’t really in heat, Shiloh still maintained full clarity, unlike the rutting alpha, and he had a problem with curiosity—the same issue that had led him to stalking the older man all the way here in the dead of the night.
Willing to gain more pain just to test a theory, he grabbed fistfuls of the plastic material and used it to try and drag himself up the mattress. He managed to catch the alpha off guard, that massive cock popping out of him with a lewd, wet sound, but he didn’t make it much further after that.
Sarang reared up over him, hands capturing his hips and hauling him back with one strong tug that instantly impaled him onto that cock all over again.
The breath actually whooshed out of Shiloh’s lungs, but like before, he wasn’t given a grace period. No time to adjust or catch his breath. His walls were stretched, his hole straining to accommodate the girth of the biggest object it’d ever taken.
Shiloh howled as he was screwed into submission, his front pressed to the mattress, on his knees with his ass angled and lifted high.
During heat, his body would crave being knotted, but right now he was merely turned on, and while he wanted it, he couldn’t quiet that uncertain voice in the back of his mind that fretted over whether or not he’d be able to take it.
He was admittedly already struggling with Sarang’s cock alone. The knot, a bulbous piece at the base of an alpha’s sex organ that ballooned and entered a mate, effectively locking them in place while the alpha came, might literally tear him.
It wasn’t the potential pain that he feared, it was how he would cover up the fact he was struggling to walk after that bothered him. The last thing he wanted was for Sarang to get the wrong idea and think Shiloh had slept with someone else.
He’d already tried that angle with Lane, and look where that had gotten him.
Nowhere.
Shiloh had fake dated Lane to try and get a rise out of Sarang, but the underboss had kept his composure throughout the entire farse of a relationship, making it impossible to know if he’d been even slightly bothered by the idea of Shiloh sharing someone else’s bed.
The truth was, he hadn’t been with anyone since they’d met. Probably another reason this breeding was particularly difficult. He’d overestimated himself and underestimated the alpha’s prowess.
“You’re so wet, omega,” Sarang surprised him by speaking, though the words were slurred as he clearly struggled to form a sentence through his lust. A heavy palm settled over Shiloh’s nape and he applied a little pressure threateningly. “Release your pheromones.”
Shiloh didn’t hesitate to comply, the omega part of him reacting to the domineering alpha without fail. His pheromones exploded, bathing them both in a heady scent meant to spur the alpha’s desire on.
Sarang groaned and flicked his hips, pressing in to the root so he could grind his pelvis against Shiloh’s ass.
He pulled out slow and repeated the process, but didn’t seem to be satisfied with how loud Shiloh was reacting.
Using the hand on his neck, the alpha dragged his nails down the length of Shiloh’s spine, digging in just enough to leave marks but barely break skin.
He stopped when he reached his narrow back, then fucked into him a few more times before delivering a hard slap that had Shiloh crying out.
“You’ll have to take it,” Sarang drawled, still sounding drunk and only half aware of what he was doing. He spanked him again, just as hard as the first time, not bothering to hold back even a little. “Even though it’s not your fault. Even though I’m angry at a different omega…different….No.”
The alpha roared in a sudden rage, causing Shiloh’s heart to flutter and survival instincts to kick in.
He tried to get away again, but the alpha rolled him onto his back and settled over him. His cock rammed back in, balls slapping against Shiloh’s cheeks as the alpha wrecked him.
“No other omega.” Sarang brought his face to the curve between Shiloh’s neck and shoulder, ignoring the way that caused the omega to tense up. “Tonight, you’re him. Say it.”
Heat or not, it was getting hard to think clearly while being besieged by the alpha.
The scent of his pheromones, stronger from the rut, potent and designed to lure omegas into a heightened state of arousal for easier mating, was clouding his mind as skillfully as that cock kept invading his passage.
Slick pooled from his entrance, the stuff mixing with the alpha’s precome and creating a sick squishing sound that echoed around them.
His dick, trapped between them, was being pressed and rubbed on by the alpha’s firm abs, and with the threat—or promise—of teeth with the alpha’s face now so close to that spot where the claiming mark should be delivered…
Shiloh couldn’t process it all fast enough.
The alpha didn’t appreciate that.
He got Sarang’s teeth after all, but not where he needed it. Not anywhere where it mattered.
Shiloh cursed when the alpha moved to bite onto the side of his left arm, cutting through layers of skin in one violent chomp.
Twisted as he was, that was all it took to make him come.
He twitched and gasped as he unloaded, his trapped dick gushing and smearing them both in his sticky fluid.
The alpha fucked him through it, possibly even unaware with how gone into his rut he was, until Shiloh was switching between whimpers and curses, his dick rubbed raw and yet slowly hardening all over again.
“Say it,” the alpha warned, removing his teeth only long enough to deliver the command before sinking them back into his flesh.
For a second Shiloh had no clue what he wanted, and then his earlier order returned to him and he found himself obeying in a rush. “I’m him. I’m him.”
“That’s good.” The alpha released his arm and purred, hand finding its way between them to pull and tug Shiloh’s right nipple.
“You deserve to be punished for flirting with another. For lying and making me worried over nothing. For not trusting me. I’m the only one who you should trust. My perfect darling prince.
Going to be so good for me, aren’t you? Going to surrender to your alpha and beg me for my knot? ”
Oh.
Oh.
Good fucking Light.
“Prince?” He meant him right? Of course he meant him.
It had to be him.
Which meant—
The alpha cut his thought process short by wrapping a hand over his throat. He choked him for a second, long enough for Shiloh to struggle to breath, then released and bit the lobe of his ear.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I…” Say what?! “I want your knot?”
Sarang hissed and pulled away, flipping Shiloh back onto his stomach as though he didn’t want to see his face, even though he definitely couldn’t in this darkness.
He spanked him again, then drove back in and fucked him with harsh, punishing thrusts that rattled Shiloh’s teeth and sent electric currents skittering throughout his nerve endings.
Was the alpha always like this?
Would he still treat Shiloh this way if he knew who he really was?
Shiloh was going to come again.
He knew this was his doing, sneaking in here, switching places with that other omega, but now that he was aware of Sarang’s potential fantasy, he needed a minute. He needed to breathe and think. To sort through this new revelation, pick it apart, and figure out how he felt about it.
How to deal with it.
How to twist it to his own benefit.
But that wasn’t going to happen until he’d successfully soothed enough of the alpha’s rut he could get away.
“Harder, alpha,” Shiloh gave in to the role.
If the alpha got off on a pleading omega, he could provide that easy.
This wasn’t exactly how he’d personally pictured it all those times he’d imagined them mating, but then, he was starting to realize that perhaps Sarang wasn’t the only one who didn’t actually know the identity of the person he was fucking.
Maybe Shiloh didn’t know the underboss as well as he’d assumed either.
How…thrilling.
“It hurts,” he, arguably, laid it on a bit thick, but whatever, “It hurts so bad. I need you. Knot me. I need to be full of you.”
Sarang pressed him flat against the mattress and delivered a few more poundings of his cock before burying in deep and settling. The feel of his knot expanding, rolling slightly to press against Shiloh’s already abused hole, insisting it be allowed entrance, had the omega squirming.
“Stay still,” Sarang told him, capturing his wrists and pinning them at either side of his head, even as he moaned and his knot grew.
Shit.
It really did hurt.
Shiloh clenched his jaw against the intrusion and the spikes of searing pain, trying to relax his lower muscles to accept the brutal assault so it would hurt less.
This wasn’t the first knot he’d ever taken, but Sarang had serious size on all of his past fuck toys, and there was the added fact of emotions at play that hadn’t been there with plastic as his company.
Shiloh cared about this man. Wanted to please him.
Wanted to make this so good for Sarang, that the alpha would think of him even once the haze from his rut had cleared.
Wanted him to crave more, so that when Shiloh eventually confessed, things could finally progress between them.
He’d gladly take any amount of pain or discomfort to achieve that goal. Hell, of all his past schemes, this one was probably the least self-destructive even.
The knot fully entered him, locking them together as the alpha reached his peek and came inside of him. Hot spurts of semen coated Shiloh’s womb, filling him up in a way he’d never experienced before.
The substance also delivered a potent amount of alpha pheromones directly into Shiloh’s system, the mixture entering his bloodstream.
Triggering the unexpected.
Shiloh started panting, felt his body flush in a different sort of way, the sudden sensation of overheating catching him off guard.
Rational thought kept catching and fizzling to nothingness, until all he was aware of was the alpha’s lips delivering soft, featherlight kisses down his back, and the onslaught of alpha pheromones already coaxing Shiloh into another orgasm.
He lost his sense of time, and it felt like both a blink and a thousand years had passed before the alpha’s knot went down and the alpha started moving inside of him once more.
Come sloshed out of him with every inward and outward stroke of the alpha’s claiming cock, until they were both coated in the stuff and the plastic protecting the mattress was slippery.
Shiloh’s heat technically wasn’t due for another month, but there was no denying he was in one now.
That the alpha’s rut had triggered his own mating period.
His final thought was how desperate he was to maintain this illusion. How important it was for him to keep pretending to be someone he wasn’t.
He prayed he was skilled enough to hold onto that, even when his mind was gone and he was made slave to the desire only one of their kind could experience.
When the alpha growled at him next, Shiloh mindlessly lifted his hips and begged him for it.