Chapter 28 #2
The irony wasn’t lost on him. He’d been doing the same thing to get Sarang, only he’d chosen to open a hotel, figuring a legal way would keep both Sarang and Kian happy—also ironic.
On the one hand, a part of Shiloh could relate to Dio’s desperation, and understand where he was coming from.
On the other, Shiloh wanted to remove the man’s entrails and make him eat them.
“Stop.” Shiloh fell onto his side, barely able to curl his fingers now. A warning sound rumbled up his throat when the alpha approached, but it didn’t deter the other man one bit.
Diogenes scooped him up with ease and carried him over to the bed.
Panic started to settle in, but Shiloh could barely struggle, unable to resist as he was lowered onto the plush mattress and positioned onto his stomach.
He growled again when he felt hands on the snap of his pants, desperately trying to regain control of his limbs as he was stripped from the waist down in one swift move.
Cool air licked at his bare skin, and he heard the alpha let out a pleased whistle.
A hand cupped his left ass cheek, the touch nothing like the ones from Sarang, and Shiloh’s anger turned to fear.
“Look at the marks he made here,” he sounded bitter. “We’ll have to replace them with marks of my own. After. I have to be inside you when I bite,” Diogenes reminded, as though there was any chance Shiloh had forgotten how their damn species worked. “Knotting you.” He groaned. “Finally.”
“Don’t.” Shiloh internally grimaced—unable to work his facial muscles now—when he felt himself spread wide for the alpha’s view. Sarang had done the same on more than one occasion, and Shiloh had always felt a burst of arousal from knowing he was being so hungrily looked at.
That wasn’t the case here.
There was only disgust and bile that threatened to travel up his throat.
“I bet you’re still thinking about how you’ll refuse,” Diogenes said, settling over his back. He started rubbing his erection against Shiloh’s behind, thankfully still sheathed within his pants. “But if you want to protect Sloane, you’ll reconsider.”
What?
“I was able to turn one of her personal guards with the promise of a higher position within my ring. All it’ll take is one call from me and they’ll attack her.
You may not be capable of feeling love, but your feelings toward your twin are the closest you’ve ever come.
You wouldn’t let anything happen to her, would you? ”
If anyone hurt Sloane—
“Thinking about stabbing me now, babe?” Diogenes buried his nose in Shiloh’s hair and inhaled.
Ew.
Times a billion.
“Once you’re marked, it won’t matter that you have dominant pheromones.
They’ll be useless against your alpha.” He tugged at Shiloh’s shirt, popping buttons, and pulled the material out of the way to expose his throat and right shoulder.
His pheromones came next, strong enough they made Shiloh want to gag.
But because he wasn’t mated, his body reacted, slick slowly starting to pool and soak his passage. It didn’t come on as strongly as it did with Sarang, and Shiloh’s dick didn’t follow suit, but it was still mortifying enough that Shiloh internally screamed.
“See? You can get wet for me,” Dio said, excitement bubbling in his voice.
He struggled to undo his belt, aware of the way Shiloh’s terror grew with each passing second.
Or maybe just not caring. “Once we’re somewhere safe, you’ll see that I was right.
I’m perfect for you. Better than he’ll ever be.
I can accept you for who you are, Shiloh. No one else can say the same.”
He pried Shiloh open with two fingers, ruthlessly plunging into his depths with sloppy, frantic motions. His cock came shortly after, the hot, blunt tip pressing against his hole and forcing its way inside with one hard stroke that had a tiny part of Shiloh dying inside.
If he’d been able to, he’d squeeze his eyes shut, but he couldn’t, staring off at the table, catching sight of the cake.
Which only made him think more of Sarang.
Gods. Would Sarang still want him after this?
Yes. Yes, of course he would.
He’d wanted Shiloh after that crap with the Leviathan. Had understood that it wasn’t Shiloh’s fault.
As much as he loathed to admit it, Shiloh was currently a victim.
The disgusting alpha rutted into him, but Shiloh’s mind was elsewhere, and he barely registered it.
When he’d been younger and his mother’s punishments had been particularly brutal, he’d perfected the art of separating mind from body, and that’s what he did now, tucking himself safely away somewhere—anywhere—that wasn’t here.
Until the sound of approaching footsteps cut through his thoughts.
A second later, the metal entrance clattered open, and Sarang stepped out onto the roof.
Before Shiloh could react, he found himself flipped onto his back, head flopping over the edge of the mattress. The new position allowed him a better look at the underboss, who looked about as horrified as he currently felt.
Diogenes hadn’t exited his body during the move, and even drove pointedly into him, laughing when Sarang roared. There was a click, and then his arm went up, high enough for Shiloh to catch a glance at the weapon now aimed Sarang’s way.
“Accept the bite,” Dio threatened, “or I blow the underboss’ head off.
” He laughed again, lowering so his mouth was close to Shiloh’s ear, and said in a quieter tone, “We both know you don’t care about him enough to sacrifice yourself.
Let me kill him, then we can take on the rest, and leave this place.
If you still want to cut me up, I’ll gladly let you.
I’m that confident that you’ll eventually see reason and take me as your alpha. ”
“You aren’t making it out of this alive,” Sarang snarled.
“Actually, you aren’t,” Dio replied. “If Shiloh lets me shoot you, I’ll put a hold on my plans to mark him. Since he’s pretty pissed off at the moment that I did this on my own, I bet you can guess which option he’s going to choose?”
And Dio wouldn’t mind, because to him, getting rid of Sarang was every bit of a win as delivering the claiming bite.
The psycho really believed that Shiloh would forgive him. Hell, he’d probably even convinced himself that Shiloh would be impressed by this whole stint and find the bloodshed and aggression of it all attractive.
Really, who could blame him?
Just this morning Shiloh had been hot over the fact Sarang had kidnapped him.
But that was different.
That was Sarang.
Sarang, who Dio would absolutely shoot without any hesitation.
“Bite,” Shiloh croaked, grateful he could even do that.
Diogenes stilled over him. “What was that?”
“Bite.” He sucked in a breath, surprised when some of the tightness in his chest loosened. “Me.”
They could only take a claimed mate once in their lifetime, and if he wasted it here on Dio, he would never get the chance to be Sarang’s. But…He couldn’t let him die. Even if that meant Sarang could no longer stand by his side. If it meant being tossed aside by his true alpha.
Shiloh would rather lose him than watch him killed.
Diogenes, however, would suffer greatly. The second he regained control of his limbs, he’d make the man pay for all of this. Once the alpha was dead, the bond would die with him. It would leave Shiloh feeling empty, unable to get wet for anyone else during his heats, but whatever, that—
At his sides, his fingers twitched.
Was the drug wearing off already? There was no way. Diogenes wasn’t an idiot. He would have dosed Shiloh with something strong enough to keep him down for hours.
“You aren’t serious?” Dio searched his face, but it wasn’t like Shiloh could do much emoting at the moment. “You’re willing to accept the bite to spare him?”
Shiloh nodded his head almost imperceptibly, and Dio must have been too shocked to realize he shouldn’t have been able to move at all, because the only reaction he gave was his mouth dropping open.
The drug was definitely wearing off. In another minute or so, Shiloh might even be able to fight back. His eyes drifted toward Sarang.
His alpha was strung taut, still glaring at Diogenes, one hand gripping a knife already covered in blood. There was a furrow in his brow, almost as though he was concentrating on something, and he’d gone very pale.
Life-bond.
It clicked all at once.
Sarang could control qi. He must be using the connection between them to filter out the drug from Shiloh’s system. He had no clue how that worked exactly, but he wasn’t about to get hung up on the details.
“Fine,” Diogenes growled a moment later, his anger palpable. “Once you’re mine, you’ll see for yourself how little he meant.”
Dio buried his teeth into the crook of Shiloh’s neck and slammed his cock into him.
“Now!” Sarang yelled almost at the same time, and Shiloh reacted to his alpha without hesitation.
Using all of the strength he could muster, he shoved, twisting them on the bed so that he was now straddling Dio. He sat up, tearing teeth from his neck, blood spurting down his chest and over Dio.
The gun clattered to the ground, just out of reach, but Sarang called out to him again and tossed the dagger he’d been holding with ease.
Shiloh’s hand reached up, catching the handle of the weapon. He pulled himself halfway off the offending member still invading his body, not bothering to fully remove it, and then slashed.
The blade went through Dio’s penis at the root, severing it from the rest of him. It caught the side of Shiloh’s inner thigh as well, but he hardly felt the pain, too focused on the way Dio screamed and writhed beneath him, blood gushing from the gaping hole where his cock used to be.
He tossed the knife aside and then pulled himself forward, still struggling to control his limbs, but able to gain enough access to reach down and yank the pouch of marbles from the pants that’d been discarded and left next to them.
Using his weight, he kept Dio pinned, then opened the drawstring with his teeth.
There was no need to pry Dio’s mouth open since the guy hadn’t stopped wailing like a little bitch since Shiloh had given him the penectomy.
“You’re wrong,” Shiloh declared. “I can love. And since you want my love so badly, here.” He emptied the entire content of marbles down Dios’ throat and then slammed a palm over his mouth and nose, cutting off oxygen. “Choke on it.”
He regained strength in his thighs and pressed down when Dio tried bucking him, too focused on watching the terror and tears in the other man’s eyes to notice when Sarang reached them.
His alpha picked up the knife and then dragged it across Dio’s throat, cutting almost an inch deep through tendon and muscle.
Marbles and gore burst out, but Shiloh only got a moment to watch before he was hauled up and away from Dio’s dying form.
“Get out!” Sarang commanded, and it took Shiloh a second to realize he was talking to Tull, Bishop, and one other soldier who’d also witnessed the whole humiliating show.
He’d forgotten all about the severed, wilted penis still inside of him, yelping when Sarang pulled it out and threw it over the side of the building, even as he carried Shiloh to it and then shoved him against the stone parapet.
Sarang lifted him partially over it, so his ass was in the air, Shiloh’s head dangled partially over the edge. Below, hovercars zipped on the streets. He seemed to catch himself then, freezing with his hands holding Shiloh by the waist.
“Are you all right?” he asked, the sound gravely, as though it was taking all of his willpower to ask the question and not just keep doing what he’d clearly been about to do.
In response, Shiloh let out a wave of his suggestive omega pheromones. “Do me a favor, and erase him from my memory, Rang.”
That was all the incentive his alpha needed.