Chapter 26
He took things agonizingly slow.
No matter how many times Shiloh begged, the alpha between his thighs refused to pick up the pace.
The plug had been tossed aside a while ago, replaced already by the alpha’s tongue and his fingers. He’d dragged several orgasms out of Shiloh’s body, but had yet to give him what he really needed.
“Alpha, please.” Shiloh’s head was forced onto the pillow, his hips lifted to give Sarang better access. “Please. It hurts.”
One of the alpha’s hands was stroking his dick, the other cupping his balls, rolling them against his palm. His tongue was currently spearing through his passage, stabbing at his insides and flicking against his prostate repeatedly in a way that made Shiloh’s entire body quake.
But it wasn’t enough.
He’d come from it, but there wouldn’t be any satisfaction.
The heat cycle was meant for one purpose and one purpose only, to encourage breeding. Shiloh needed a cock deep inside of him. Needed to feel the burn of a knot forcing his walls wider than they felt capable of stretching.
“If this was your plan, why’d you force me into heat?
” he sobbed when he was able to gather enough breath to get a full sentence out.
If he’d meant to only give him languid laps of his tongue and finger fuckings, he could have done so without the heat.
Shiloh’s body would have accepted that, and he wouldn’t currently feel like he was about to internally combust. “I’d get wet for you even without drugs! ”
Sarang responded by removing his tongue and peppering his entrance with chaste kisses.
The lack of any sort of friction had Shiloh sobbing even more, his frustrations apparent as he clutched the pillow tightly. He’d already tried fighting, thinking that perhaps if he angered the alpha, Sarang would take him hard and rough like he wanted, but that hadn’t happened.
It’d only made him go slower. Touch him more gently.
So Shiloh stayed still and took it, even though every orgasm wrung from his body was excruciating.
“It’s not just my cock that you need here,” Sarang suddenly said, tapping a thumb against his hole. “You need my come. Want me to breed you like a good little omega?”
“Yes!” He lifted his hips again, trying to tempt him into doing just that.
“How about a deal then, omega?”
“No.” Shiloh did not like the sound of that.
“No?” Sarang’s hands on his dick and balls went still, and when Shiloh mewled in protest, he chuckled and nipped at his right ass cheek playfully. “I can breed this greedy hole of yours right now.”
“Yes, please—”
“But I’ll never bring you a marble again.”
Shiloh’s eyes popped open, and he turned his head to try and catch sight of the alpha. Sarang was also on his stomach, however, head between Shiloh’s thighs, so he couldn’t see him no matter how hard he strained. “Alpha?”
“Or,” Sarang nuzzled his ass with the tip of his nose, “you let me keep playing with you like this instead.”
“And the marbles?” Shiloh didn’t like how quiet his voice was. How…meek. But he also couldn’t help it. The stones really were useless, and yet the thought of Sarang never bringing him another made him weirdly…sad. This was attachment. Conditioning.
How could it be love?
“I’ll bring you a new one tomorrow,” Sarang promised.
All Shiloh had to do was endure more of this? His instincts screamed against it. The cramping in his nether region more than enough of an incentive to beg the alpha to fuck him, marbles be damned.
But…
The marbles meant something more to Sarang. They meant something to Shiloh as well, but the alpha had clearly made a connection between the marbles and his feelings toward Shiloh.
“It’s not a hard choice, omega.” Sarang ran a hand over his narrow back. “Get my knot and lose those pointless rocks, or suffer through this heat without my cock—”
“All right.”
“All right what?”
Shiloh closed his eyes again, preparing himself for the worst. “Keep touching me the way you’ve been doing. I’m yours to play with as you please, alpha.”
Sarang didn’t immediately pick up where he’d left off, silent for a spell before finally asking, “You’re willing to give up my knot in exchange for some baubles? Aren’t your primal urges telling you not to?”
“Yes.” Every fiber of his being was calling him an idiot, in fact. All except for one weird and foreign part. “But I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Shiloh made a startled noise when he was suddenly flipped onto his back, hands landing on the alpha’s chest when the larger man got into position. “Wait! Don’t!”
The alpha aimed his cock and drove in all the way to the hilt in one hard push.
Stars exploded and Shiloh screamed as he came, his inner walls clenching and unclenching around the invasion. As soon as he started coming down, he realized the alpha had yet to move, was merely still inside of him.
“Hush.” Sarang petted his hair and smiled sweetly. “Don’t cry.”
Was he?
Oh.
He was.
Shiloh sniffled.
“You were so good for me,” the alpha cooed, dotting Shiloh’s face with soft kisses. “Willing to ignore your instincts for me. It’s not the marbles, you’ve figured that out, right? It’s the gesture itself.”
“I want your affection.”
“You have it.” Slowly, Sarang began pumping his hips.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“I won’t.”
Shiloh moaned as he was filled and emptied repeatedly, toes curling whenever the curved end of that massive cock stroked against his prostate. His next orgasm built within him, heating to a boil, his body buzzing and entirely tuned to the alpha and everywhere they touched.
The alpha kissed him then, with the same careful motions, lips pressing against lips, tongue driving in and out, mirroring the steady punch of his cock. He tasted like sour candy and bourbon, and Shiloh had his hands in his hair, pulling him closer, before he knew what he was doing.
“You’re so perfect, you know that?” Sarang pulled away and said huskily against the curve of his ear. “You’re taking me so well. All the way. Can you feel me, omega?”
“Yes.” The stretch no longer hurt, but whenever his cock reached that impossibly deep place within him, Shiloh still felt an inkling of desperation. “More.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll fuck you until you’re weak in the knees and so satiated you pass out. But for now, I’m going to knot you, and then we’re going to make out until it goes down.”
“And after?” The thought of getting the knot had him widening his legs, allowing the alpha to drive in harder. He arched into the thrust, effectively rubbing his dick on the alpha’s abs in the process. A gush of warm, sticky fluid shot out of his slit, painting them both.
“I’m going to turn you over and breed you like an animal,” Sarang replied wickedly.
Shiloh sucked in a breath, and the alpha laughed.
“I knew you still wanted it rough.”
“This is fine,” Shiloh insisted.
“Be good, remember?”
“This is fine,” he repeated, then admitted, “but I wouldn’t be opposed to another spanking.” He wouldn’t mind it if they mixed it up now and again. If they switched between this type of lovemaking and the rough fucking he’d always thought he needed to get off.
Perhaps it didn’t matter how he was screwed, so long as Sarang was the one doing him.
“Do you need the pain because you think you deserve it?” the alpha asked.
“No,” he shook his head. “I like it. It reminds me I’m still here. I’m still breathing.”
“And, no part of you wants me to hurt you because you associate that with some type of fucked up care?”
Shiloh scowled. “Please don’t bring my mommy issues into the bedroom when you’re literally balls deep inside of me and we’re potentially in the process of making a baby.”
Sarang sputtered. “We are not.”
“You’re breeding me,” he reminded.
“The likelihood of you actually getting pregnant is in the negatives. We both know that.”
“Sounds like that means you’ll have to keep trying. For years and years even.”
“Let’s just focus on tonight. Come, omega,” he ordered. “Come on your alpha’s cock.”
His body listened and he came, wailing as he emptied and his ass tightened. The wet sounds of slick squelching as Sarang’s cock continued to ram into him filled his ears, the lewd sounds spurring him on.
The alpha reached orgasm shortly after, driving in deep and settling there while his knot ballooned and caught behind that ring of muscle.
He hushed him when Shiloh squirmed and made a sound of pain, then captured his mouth in a searing kiss that completely distracted Shiloh from the too full feeling.
There was something about having the weight of his alpha over him, his tongue tangling with his own, and the feel of him painting his inner walls. An easy feeling settled over Shiloh, a strange contentment he wasn’t sure if he’d ever experienced before.
If someone told him he could extend this moment, live in this sensation, for the rest of eternity, he would take them up on the offer. Even if that meant never being freed from this room. Never seeing another soul aside from the alpha currently loving him.
Shiloh would give up the whole world for a chance to remain in Sarang’s embrace.
Sarang, who was showing him that he could get past all of their prior transgressions. That he could accept the real Shiloh.
That he was still worthy.
“Is this love?” he wondered aloud, pulling away enough to speak the words against the plush curve of his alpha’s warm lips.
“What?” Sarang asked.
“You’re treating me like I’ve done everything right, even though we both know that’s not true.” The alpha always had. No matter what kinds of trouble Shiloh got into, he’d always been able to convince Sarang to forgive him. That wasn’t guilt. “You love me.”
The knot deflated, and without giving him an answer, Sarang rolled Shiloh onto his front. He reared up over him, grabbing onto his waist for purchase as he began ruthlessly fucking him, hard enough each slap caused Shiloh’s teeth to rattle.
“You won’t tear again,” Sarang stated, pleased. “Your body knows its owner.”
“Alpha!”
“I’ve got you. I’m going to fuck this tight hole until it’s loose and sloppy. Until you’re so opened up, I can see inside of you.”
Good Light. That was so hot. Shiloh moaned and rocked back to meet the next punishing thrust, practically drooling all over the pillow, mindlessly chasing ecstasy.
“The plug is going back inside you after,” Sarang continued, practically growling over him as his fingers dug into his flesh and his cock pummeled through him. “You’re going to smell of me for days. Me and my come. Should I get you a collar, omega? Or does that seem beneath you?”
Was that a legitimate question?
Shiloh whined.
Collaring wasn’t really a Glyphian custom, but back home on Synastry, it was considered an honor for a powerful alpha to bestow one on an omega. It was a claiming symbol, easily spotted in a crowd. If he had one, no one would ever mistake him for being single.
Everyone would know he belonged to the underboss.
“Please.” He clenched around his cock, hoping that would earn him points. “Please, alpha.”
“Oh, but you’re a prince. Shouldn’t you be the one to collar me?” Sarang practically purred, releasing another wave of alpha pheromones to taunt him.
Shiloh didn’t hate that idea either.
“Let’s exchange them,” he suggested. “I want them to see.”
“See what, omega?”
“That you’re mine.” Shiloh gasped and moaned when a heavy hand slapped against his left ass cheek. “That I’m yours!”
Both.
He wanted everyone to know that they were taken.
“Such a good boy.” Sarang massaged the sting out of his cheek and then hit him again, the whacking sound echoing in the room to compete against the creaking bedsprings and the slick noises of their bodies coming together. “Beg me for it. Tell me how badly you want me.”
“Please, alpha,” there was no hesitation, the pleas tumbling past his lips with little care to appearance.
He’d play right into Sarang’s hand if it made him happy.
If it meant he kept close to him, just like this.
“Knot me. Harder. Faster. I need to feel you all the way to my core. Want you to wreck me. No one fucks like you do.”
Sarang growled, and Shiloh immediately backtracked.
“There’s only you,” he swore. “Only ever you. Aren’t I good? Taking my breeding so well. Spreading for you.” He widened his thighs and arched his back. “Welcoming your cock. Fill me up. Make me scream loud enough everyone in the building knows who I belong to. Make me—”
The alpha flipped him yet again, capturing him behind the knees and folding him forward so his ass was high in the air. He slammed back into him, grinding against his hole, growling when Shiloh cried out.
“Ask me to go harder,” Sarang demanded.
“Harder!” Honestly, Shiloh didn’t think that was possible.
“Tell me to breed you.”
“Breed me, please, alpha.” He grabbed onto the ends of the pillow beneath his head and held on as he was hammered into. While it was true there was no longer any fear of tearing, there was still no way he was going to be able to stand on his own two feet come morning.
Seemingly sensing the turn of his thoughts, the alpha chuckled viciously.
“We’re just getting started, omega,” he announced. “I fed you enough inducers to last all weekend.”
At the thought of being forced to take it for days on end, Shiloh came a third time. He howled and twitched, but the alpha kept going, fucking him possessively even when Shiloh started begging for a break.
Sarang emptied load after load into his body, calling him good and praising him all the while.
And when he did finally stop, he pulled Shiloh into a tight embrace, holding him against his chest as exhaustion claimed him.
Still whispering about how perfect he was.