Out of Bounds

21

Shiloh gripped the steering wheel tighter as he drove, his breathing uneven. Something was wrong. No—he knew exactly what it was.

"f**k…" he muttered under his breath. Archer’s scent still lingered.

Even after leaving, even after putting distance between them, it clung to him—heavy, suffocating, impossible to ignore.

Instead of going home, Shiloh turned toward a different route.

The villa.

It was a place only he and his parents knew about—bought specifically for moments like this, whenever he needed to hide away during his heat.

A place where no one would find him. A place where he could lose control without consequences.

When he arrived, he parked quickly and stepped out of the car, locking it behind him before heading straight inside. The moment the door closed, the silence wrapped around him.

Shiloh leaned against it, exhaling shakily.

His body felt worse now. Hotter. More restless.

With trembling hands, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his suppressants. He quickly took one, swallowing it dry without hesitation.

After that, he shut his eyes, trying to calm himself down. He inhaled deeply. Then exhaled.

Again and again.

But his breathing remained uneven. His body refused to settle.

Frustration built inside him as he ran a hand through his hair. The pill should start working soon—but right now, it wasn’t enough.

Shiloh moved further inside, his steps slow and unsteady. He loosened his clothes, trying to ease the suffocating heat pressing against his skin.

He sat down, shoulders tense, head tilted back as he forced himself to breathe through it.

"s**t… damn you," he whispered under his breath as the tension finally snapped.

Shiloh groaned, his breathing uneven as he tried to steady himself. He leaned back, chest rising and falling heavily, his body slowly coming down from the overwhelming sensation.

For a moment, all he could hear was his own breathing. Still panting, he reached for his phone and checked his messages.

His eyes immediately caught a familiar name.

Archer.

There was only one message.

"I'm sorry."

That was it. Shiloh stared at the screen for a few seconds, his jaw tightening. Then, without overthinking it, he pressed call.

It rang once.

Twice then Archer answered.

The background was loud—music, voices, the familiar chaos of the bar. Shiloh instantly knew. Archer was back in Groove.

Shiloh bit his lower lip as he tried to steady his breathing, his fingers gripping the edge of the couch.

"Hello," Archer said.

Just hearing his voice sent a shiver down Shiloh’s spine. His body tensed again, reacting in a way he couldn’t fully control.

"Baby, why did you call?" Archer asked, his tone lower now. Shiloh closed his eyes tightly and gripped the couch harder.

"Come to my villa," Shiloh said, his voice slightly strained. "I'll send the address," he added. There was a brief pause.

"Alright. Wait for me," Archer replied without hesitation. But before the call could end, Shiloh heard another voice in the background.

"Where the f**k are you going again?" Dmitri asked, clearly confused and then Archer ended the call. Shiloh immediately texted the address and shared his location with Archer.

He waited.

And waited.

About half an hour passed before he finally heard the faint sound of tires rolling into the property. The engine cut off shortly after, followed by the quiet thud of a car door closing.

Then he heard footsteps. Shiloh stood up, his body tense, his breathing already uneven. He didn’t bother with his clothes, too overwhelmed to care.

The moment the door opened and Archer stepped inside, Shiloh moved without hesitation. He grabbed Archer by the hand and pulled him in, crashing his lips against his.

"Easy, baby," Archer said, slightly breathless from the suddenness.

"And whose fault do you think this is?" Shiloh shot back, pulling away just enough to glare at him. Archer didn’t argue.

He cupped Shiloh’s face gently and leaned closer, his expression softer now.

"Mine," Archer admitted. "And I’ll take full responsibility for it," he added.

His gaze dropped for a second, taking in Shiloh’s state, and he swallowed.

"Let’s get you to the f*****g bed," Archer said, his voice lower now. But Shiloh shook his head and held onto him.

"I can’t," Shiloh replied, his breathing uneven. "Let’s do it here," he added. There was urgency in his voice—impatience, need, and something deeper he couldn’t fully explain.

He didn’t want to wait.

He wanted Archer now.

Archer exhaled slowly, then stepped closer. His presence alone was grounding, and when his pheromones subtly filled the space, it helped ease the tension running through Shiloh’s body.

"Alright…" Archer murmured.

He guided Shiloh toward the couch and sat down, pulling him gently onto his lap.

Shiloh’s hands instinctively held onto him, his body still tense but slowly calming under Archer’s presence, even as the heat lingered beneath the surface.

Archer kissed him once again, his hand finding Shiloh’s d**k. He started playing with it, making Shiloh moan as he ground his body against him. Archer could feel himself getting harder.

He then pulled away and lowered his head, licking Shiloh’s n****e. Shiloh moaned and grabbed a handful of Archer’s hair when he felt him suck on it, while his other hand played with the opposite n****e.

"Ohhh," Shiloh moaned as he continued grinding his body.

Archer silently cursed and removed his shirt, then opened his pants.

He grabbed Shiloh’s face again and slammed his lips into his. At the same time, Shiloh’s hand found Archer’s d**k and started massaging it up and down. Archer groaned, feeling Shiloh’s readiness, knowing he was ready for him.

"Ahhhh," Shiloh moaned when Archer pinched his erect n****e.

Slowly, Archer guided Shiloh and thrust himself inside him. Shiloh gasped and groaned as Archer was fully inside him.

"Go on, baby. Move your body," Archer said with a grin as he leaned back.

Shiloh glared at him and bit his lip as he started moving up and down, one hand pressing against Archer’s chest for support.

"f**k," Archer muttered as his hands gripped Shiloh’s waist, guiding him.

Shiloh tilted his head back and moaned as he picked up the pace.

"A—Archer!" he whimpered as he felt himself nearing his peak.

"Go on, baby," Archer said as they moved in sync.

Shiloh’s body tensed as he came, his breath hitching. Archer wrapped his arms around him and pushed himself deeper, holding him close.

"We’re not done yet, baby," Archer said as he lifted Shiloh.

The night was still young, and they had all the time in the world.