Epilogue
One Year Later
“We’re almost on our floor.” Shiloh elbowed the alpha, but Sarang merely sunk his teeth in deeper, causing him to moan.
He was hard in his pants, wet spots in the front and the back already ruining them, and they were not in a private elevator.
“This thing can stop at any moment and anyone can get on.”
Sarang wrapped his arms tighter around Shiloh’s waist and rolled his hips, pressing his hard bulge suggestively against Shiloh’s ass.
“Fine, but if it’s one of my employees, you can’t tell me to blind them,” Shiloh stated. “I’m sick of Yitian running in the other direction whenever he spots you.”
Over the course of the past year, Sarang’s appetite had only grown worse.
He was constantly jumping Shiloh, whether they were in a public setting or not.
He’d even shown up to Firethorn University a time or two and growled at students he’d deemed got too close.
Gone was the stoic alpha Shiloh had always desperately tried to seek the attention of.
The passing comment he’d made about allowing Shiloh to gouge people’s eyes out hadn’t been so passing after all, and on more than one occasion, he’d actually threatened it when an Eumia or Taboo staff member stumbled on them getting freaky.
Out in public.
Which was not exactly their fault.
“I’ve decided not to drop out of school,” Shiloh said, grinning when that did the trick and Sarang’s jaw unclenched.
“What? Why?”
He snorted and spun, shoving the alpha against the wall. Then he used his shoulders as leverage and jumped, wrapping his legs around his waist and chuckling when Sarang caught and held him in place. “Just kidding.”
Taboo had been open to the public for over six months now and was doing better than anticipated.
Running a business, even with Bishop left in charge of more than half of it, was a lot of work, and Shiloh and Sarang had discussed him quitting the university to save some time and take some of the pressure off.
It wasn’t like he needed a degree. His mother had trained him to take over the family businesses from such a young age, all of that knowledge was practically ingrained on his brain.
The doors dinged and Sarang stepped forward, stilling when his eyes settled on someone over Shiloh’s shoulders.
He swiveled his head, nodding in greeting when he spotted Elm standing in the hallway. “Hey.”
Things with Elm were complicated, but Kian had eventually found him.
“I was bringing you these,” Elm held up a folder, glancing between the two of them, “but you weren’t in. And now I see that you’re busy.”
“Are those the sketches?” Shiloh held out his hand, ignoring the way Sarang huffed.
In a bid to clear the air between them all, he’d asked Elm to help design some sculptures for the lobby.
It’d been mostly to encourage Elm to come to Glyph, since he spent most of his time on Synastry now, to help settle Kian and Sky.
It hadn’t been that long since Elm had returned to them, and his preference for the other planet bothered Kian and Sky. It was annoying.
“Let me know if you think something might work.” Elm stepped into the elevator as soon as they vacated it, then motioned to his own neck and said, “You’re bleeding. Again.”
“Coming from the guy with several visible marks, that doesn’t mean much.” Shiloh winked to show he was only messing around. Then he had a thought, and patted Sarang’s shoulder. “Do me up like that.”
Elm hit the button to close the doors, shaking his head at them, but clearly not wanting to get involved with their antics.
Shiloh hadn’t known him before his disappearance, but from the stories he’d been told, the Elm who’d been found was not the same as the one who’d been lost.
People changed though.
That was life.
Sarang set Shiloh down and headed for the door to their private penthouse suite. They’d decided not to keep the room Shiloh had locked him up in a year ago, opting instead for more space and a better view. A place without history, where they could start fresh with one another, on equal footing.
“What time is your meeting?” Sarang asked once they’d made it inside, going straight for the kitchen despite how eager he’d been to have sex only moments ago.
He pulled two iced coffees out and uncapped them, sliding one across the granite countertop toward Shiloh.
“I’m trying to gauge how dirty we can get.
I bought some new rose petals. If there isn’t enough time to bathe after, we should keep it—”
“I don’t need you to clean me off after,” Shiloh said. “A quick shower will be fine.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I was too rough with you last night. There are still rope burns on your wrists.”
“No one has noticed.” Which, in his mind, meant they should go even harder tonight. But he smartly kept that to himself. “Give me back my collar.”
Sarang had removed it while they’d been waiting for the elevator, signaling to Shiloh exactly what he’d intended the second they were out of sight of any potential staff or guests. It was still in the pocket of his jacket, the smooth deep blue leather peeking out.
“After,” he promised, chugging down half the contents of his coffee before setting it aside. “Get on the counter, omega.”
Shiloh felt a shiver race down his spine and instantly got into motion. He hefted himself up onto the granite and then crawled over, wiggling his hips more than necessary for effect, which really only made his alpha chuckle.
“I’ll tell Bishop to handle the meeting,” he decided as he settled onto his ass in front of Sarang, hooking his heels behind the older man’s thighs to pull him in closer. “When do you have to be back?”
“Kian isn’t expecting me until late,” Sarang told him. “He’s with Altair today on official Imperial business.” He brushed his lips feather light against Shiloh’s forehead. “I already put some of the rose petals on the bed.”
“They’re just going to get crumpled when you fuck me on top of them.” Shiloh yelped when he was lifted and tossed over Sarang’s shoulder, then again when a heavy palm whacked his left cheek.
“Your heat should start soon. Do you want anything?” he asked as he carried him up the stairs.
“Just you, Rang.”
Shiloh already had everything he could ever want and more. A business that allowed him to work separately from the Eumia, a friend who helped him run the place, and the alpha he’d been obsessed with for years.
The alpha he loved.
The one who loved him back.
He inhaled sharply when he was tossed onto his back on their bed, a flurry of bloodred rose petals bursting into the air around him. They fluttered back down as the alpha stripped him of his clothing, then made fast work of his own.
“My sister wants to have dinner together,” Sarang said, and Shiloh scrunched up his nose.
“Can we not talk about family when you’re about to—” The alpha silenced him by pulling his legs apart and dropping down over him. He gasped when a hot tongue licked the length of his weeping dick.
“I’ll let you eat an entire cake for dinner tonight,” Sarang promised wickedly, “if you allow me to make you come in my mouth.”
Used to his antics by now, Shiloh’s eyes narrowed slightly. “How many times?”
“Four.”
“Two.”
“Three. Final offer.”
Shiloh groaned, knowing he’d lost, and dropped his head back against the mattress. “Fine. Deal.”
The alpha rewarded him by sticking two fingers in his ass, pumping them until Shiloh was squirming and leaking all over the bed.
“Tell me you’re him,” Sarang coaxed, delivering a fleeting kiss to the top of his flushed crown. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“It’s me,” Shiloh teased back. “Your perfect, darling prince.” He threaded his fingers through the alpha’s thick blond hair and led his face to where he needed him. “I’m yours. And I’m ready to prove it.”
“Does that mean you’ll let me run a bath and clean you out properly afterward?”
He should have seen that coming.
“Only if you make this food for me.” He’d meant it was a taunt, but when the challenging glint entered Sarang’s eyes, realized his mistake.
“Oh, omega. That sounds like you’re begging to be carried to the bathroom when all is said and done.”
“Rang, no. I have work—”
“Make Bishop do it,” he said flippantly. “That guy has to earn his keep one way or another.”
“That’s—”
“No more talking,” Sarang cut him off and delivered another long lick from root to tip. “And soon, no more walking either.”
“Alpha—” Shiloh’s back bowed as he was engulfed by wet hot heat all at once, the alpha sucking him down deep and wringing his balls at the same time. The zip of pain with his pleasure almost had him unloading early, and it became a struggle to control himself.
From there nothing else mattered.
There was only this.
Sarang.
Him.
And the love they shared.