Page 125 of His Forbidden Omega

“I mean, without the whole Dio part of it all.”

Sarang felt himself sober. “Are you really okay?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Not the first time something like that has happened.”

He grimaced, and the omega was the one to comfort him, wrapping his arms around Sarang’s neck and nuzzling against the curve of his jaw.

Shiloh released his pheromones in the process, scenting him with a soothing smell that helped unwind some of the heavy knot forming at the center of Sarang’s chest. “Hey. It’s fine. I’m not normal, remember? I’m not like everyone else.”

No, because Shiloh’s line of thinking was still stuck in the old ways.

“Being alpha doesn’t give him the right to sexually assault anyone,” Sarang growled.

This might be a part of his omega he never truly understood, but that was all right. If this had taught him anything, it was that understanding a person fully wasn’t necessary to love and appreciate them for who they were. Even if he didn’t always agree with him, Sarang merely had to respect him.

Considering what he’d just been through, maybe it was a blessing in disguise that Shiloh felt this way, in any case. It truly seemed like he wasn’t going to be haunted by it.

“The breeding den was way worse,” Shiloh said then, cutting through Sarang’s thoughts and momentarily causing him to worry all over again. “But at least the Leviathan was packing. Did you happen to catch a good look at Dio? Was it small? Seemed small.”

Sarang gathered Shiloh off the ground and carried him over to the table, sweeping the contents onto the floor. Glass shattered and champagne fizzled, but he was already drowning out the sounds with their bodies, capturing Shiloh by the thighs and spreading him wide as he rammed into him.

His omega sobbed and clawed at the table, wringing the tablecloth around his fingers as tears collected in the corners of his eyes and his full dick bobbed between them, occasionally slapping lewdly against his stomach, leaving a trail of wet, sticky drops in its wake.

Sarang thought about their weekend, about how nice it’d been to make love to him slow and sweet. How much he enjoyed the way the omega had clung to him and whimpered in his ear as he was slowly opened up around his thick cock.

But this was nice too.

Watching Shiloh come completely undone, his nipples hard and begging for Sarang’s teeth, neck still bleeding from the marks he’d placed. Marks that would leave an obvious scar.

Marks that would tell the whole universe that he was already taken.

“Mine,” Sarang growled, leaning forward to capture one of those rosy buds between his lips. He gave a hard suck that had Shiloh’s back bowing off the table, allowing his cock to sink in deeper into that warm, tight heat. “All mine. Say it.”

“Yours.” Shiloh cried out when Sarang changed the angle, pounding against his prostate pointedly. “Good Light! Right there! Alpha!”

“Tell me you love me.” It wasn’t really fair. He shouldn’t demand something like that, especially not in their current positions, but…How could the omega not love him? Hadn’t he already shown as much? “You’d rather become his than lose me.”

“I will never be anyone else’s,” Shiloh surprised him with his vehemence. His hands found Sarang’s face and he forced him to look at him. “I’ve always been yours, Rang. Always. There’s never been anyone else. There never could be. Even when I didn’t understand what it was, I loved you. I love you.”

Sarang kissed him, driving his tongue forcefully into his mouth, needing to consume all of his omega to satiate this tormenting need within him. His omega was strongestrong, stronger that he was. He already predicted he’d wake from nightmares of this night for months to come, but there was a blessing in knowing he’d be alone in that.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you ever again,” he swore. “I’ll protect you.”

They both came a third time, and he shifted so that when his knot formed, they were both comfortable.

Shiloh nipped at his chin. “I don’t need protecting, Rang. I just need cake, and cock, and…” His brow furrowed. “There’s no word similar to love that starts with a C, but you get my point.”

“Cherish,” Sarang said. “I’ll cherish you for the rest of time, my perfect, slightly demonic, omega.”

“Only slightly?”

Sarang started to turn his head toward the bed, but Shiloh grabbed him by the cheeks again and pulled him back.

“Don’t,” he stated. “He doesn’t get to be here with us anymore. No one gets to come between us ever again. He’s nothing. His corpse is nothing. There’s only me and you and nothing else.”

For the first time, Sarang finally thought he understood Shiloh’s true stance. It wasn’t that he found romance a waste, he just didn’t hold the fancy trappings to the same high standards that Sarang did. Because to Shiloh, only one thing that ever been important enough to consider.

“It doesn’t matter where we are,” Shiloh whispered, as though reading his mind. “Whether I’m bleeding in a salt field or on a rooftop, so long as you’re with me, I can be happy.”