That was all the encouragement Roman needed.
He shifted forward on his knees and pressed his face against Sidian’s cunt, tongue tracing that damp patch of fabric before he sucked it into his mouth. Even through the soft cotton, his omega’s slick was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, and his cock pulsed in jealousy. His tongue found the swell of Sidian’s clit through the underwear, and he sucked it, laving it with slow, wet licks until Sidian moaned and bucked against his face. He was so close, so fucking delicious, but Roman took his time so he could pay his omega the proper attention he deserved.
Pleasing Sidian was the only thing that Roman cared about.
“You’ve got such a pretty fucking face for an alpha.” Sidian ground against him, the friction of the fabric rough and almost painful. “Get your mouth on my cunt and get me off.”
Roman dragged the underwear down Sidian’s thighs and left them tangled around his knees; he didn’t need them any lower than that. His tongue slicked a hot path between flushed folds before he buried his face in Sidian’s cunt, groaning deep in his throat as his eyes slid shut. It was his favorite place in the world to be, and Sidian knew that, rutting into every lick and sucking kiss with a gorgeous, perfect moan.
The broad swell of his clit slipped between Roman’s lips, and he sucked greedily, tongue lashing over it as Sidian’s fingers tightened in his hair, keeping him pinned in place. The ache in his scalp was well worth how beautiful Sidian sounded when he neared the edge of bliss, so worked up from his hack job that it only took another quick flick of the tongue for him to come undone. Slick gushed down Roman’s chin, and he rumbled in response, letting himself be pulled off of oversensitive flesh just so he could shove his tongue as deep into Sidian’s cunt as he could.
“On your back,” Sidian snarled, and Roman forced himself back, eager to obey his mate. He stretched out on his back while he watched Sidian kick off his jeans and ruined underwear.
Roman’s eyes raked over Sidian’s body, rumble deepening down in his chest as he offered a hand to help his omega straddle him. His fingers brushed over the smooth, fair curve of Sidian’s hip, his eyes crinkling as he basked in how perfect the moment was. As soon as they ended Pack Kincaid, Roman would devote himself to worshipping this omega the way he had always deserved to be praised.
“You were this hard the whole time?” Sidian asked as he unfastened Roman’s jeans, yanking them open just enough to free his cock. “Just fucking with you, Roe. I could smell how bad you wanted me the whole time I cut that fucker up. You want me to cut you up like that?”
It would kill him, but Roman’s pulse still jumped at the thought. “If you want to.”
“Maybe I should cut you open right down the middle like him.” Sidian shoved Roman’s shirt up to trace down the center of his chest with blood-stained fingers, and then he raked his nails straight down to Roman’s aching cock. “I could rip your ribcage open and crawl inside. We’d be one for real, then, wouldn’t we?”
Pre-come wet the tip of Roman’s dick at the image. “Get a knife and do it.”
It was a bluff, and they both knew it, but Sidian still stood to retrieve one of the clean knives from the tray before he settled back down across Roman’s hips. The slim blade was beautiful in the bright light as he set it at the tip of Roman’s sternum, letting it rest there while he rocked his hips down, his pussy stroking the length of Roman’s cock. Every movement spread those puffy folds around Roman’s shaft, his knot brushing against Sidian’s twitching, empty hole. When Sidian rolled his hips, slick coated both of them, the slick noises echoing off of the surrounding walls.
Sidian pressed down on the blade until it broke the skin, blood bubbling up beneath the blade and oozing through the wound as he dragged it down. It was barely deep at all, just enough to split the flesh, but Roman groaned through the pain, head straining against the floor. Fingers danced along the wound before wrapping around his cock, smearing him in his own blood as Sidian gripped his cock and then rose on his knees, sinking down with a throaty moan.
The blending of pain and pleasure was a heady sensation. Roman’s head lolled back as Sidian drew the blade further down his chest, the burning sensation offset by the wet squeeze of Sidian’s slick channel. His omega was soaked, so perfect. Tight, little noises catching in Sidian’s throat as his head tippedforward. And the blade still continued its slow descent until it reached Roman’s stomach, then dug in just a little deeper.
Just enough for him to feel the pain blossom into something hotter.
“What if I did it to you?” Sidian asked, planting a hand right over the wound on Roman’s sternum, pressing down on it as he fucked himself on Roman’s cock in slow, languid rolls of his hips. “Just stab the knife all the way in and rip your guts out? Maybe they’d make a prettier collar than the belt.”
He yanked the leather, the bite of the buckle sharp, pushing the air from Roman’s throat before he could brace for it. “I’d let you do it. I’d thank you.”
Sidian laughed, face flushed a lovely shade of pink as he arched his back, and Roman wanted so badly to touch him, knowing damn well he didn’t have the permission to do so. That knife would dig in deeper to warn him away, but it was exquisite torture. To watch Sidian pleasure himself, his skin damp with sweat, the roll of sinuous muscle beneath soft flesh begging to be traced and kissed. Every single inch of him was divine perfection, and Roman was content to bleed at his altar, letting Sidian use him for his pleasure as if he were nothing more than a toy to be discarded.
Beneath Sidian was the only place Roman had ever wanted to be.
A high-pitched whine echoed through the room as Sidian sank himself down on Roman’s knot, the sudden pressure pushing Roman over the edge. He felt Sidian’s cunt tense up and squeeze, the clenching grip making his eyes roll back in his head, and when Sidian jerked the belt tighter, it was better, somehow. Unable to breathe, unable to think, caught somewhere in the sudden pleasure of orgasm and the sharp bite of the knife, Roman felt like he was home.
He would never let the world rip Sidian Vey from his arms again.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Am I right in assuming that you’re the outsider we were forced to outsource interrogation to this evening?”
Sidian’s head whipped toward the sound of the unfamiliar voice, hackles rising and a snarl on his lips as he took in the sight of the masked woman leaning against the doorway opposite him. The entire Pit already felt odd to him, the excess of black and white combined with concrete and sharp angles digging into his hindbrain in a way that he was unprepared for. He chalked it up to the pregnancy; he’d never been an omega who needed softness and color before, and he wasn’t now. It was just another aspect of himself he had little to no control over while his body and instincts waged war against him.
The woman stared at him through the slit eyeholes of her mask, tall and lean in a black turtleneck and matching black jeans, an abundance of golden curls spilling wildly to her slim waist. Her eyes were such a pale shade of grey they looked silver, but beyond that, he could make out no details about her.From the top of her forehead to the curve of her chin, she was anonymous behind a white cat mask. It was polished, and it almost reminded him of porcelain, though the lack of color was disconcerting.
Roman must have been with the medic; Sidian had done enough of a number on him to warrant professional care, though he knew Roman would heal just fine. But that was where Roman had to be because even in a place surrounded by apparent allies, he never would have allowed an alpha to draw this close to Sidian.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, combing his fingers through his damp hair. As soon as Hadeon had the name and information he wanted, and as soon as Roman’s knot went down, all Sidian wanted was a hot shower. Luckily, the Mambas had communal showers in their main building, and someone had been kind enough to retrieve their bags from the Ultima so Sidian had a fresh change of clothes.
The Mambas, like the Vipers, were all alphas. Made sense they were happy to get his stuff for him.
“No one important. I heard Hadeon talking about you, and I wanted to see you for myself.” The alpha eyed him up and down, but there was none of the usual heat there, and no feeling of debasement followed. It felt more like being looked up and down like a predator, which was better as far as Sidian was concerned. “I don’t understandwhyyou could interrogate him instead of me. He was my target. I could have done the job myself without outside help.”
