Out of Bounds

11

Shiloh waited anxiously inside his car in the parking area of the store they frequently visited. His fingers tapped nervously against the steering wheel as he kept glancing at the entrance.

A few minutes later, he saw Archer's car pull into the lot.

It stopped right beside him.

That was Shiloh's cue.

He quickly grabbed his duffel bag, stepped out of his car, and locked it. After paying for his parking, he walked toward Archer's vehicle.

Shiloh knocked on the window. Archer lowered it slightly while unlocking the door for him.

Shiloh immediately climbed inside, clutching the front of his shirt as if trying to steady himself.

"Hey—f**k! You have your f*****g heat and you went out? Are you crazy?" Archer muttered angrily as he looked at Shiloh, clearly alarmed.

"I... I don't know," Shiloh said weakly. "I already took my meds, but it won't subside. I had to leave the house to avoid being detected," he whispered, clasping his hands together tightly.

"f**k," Archer cursed under his breath. "Let's go to my uncle's place. We'll get you examined," he added as he started the car.

But before he could drive off, Shiloh suddenly grabbed his arm.

That small touch sent a sharp shiver down Shiloh's spine.

"No... please... just... me," Shiloh whispered softly.

"What?" Archer asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

He could barely understand what Shiloh was trying to say. Being trapped inside an enclosed space with an Omega in heat was already driving Archer insane. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and held his breath, trying to keep himself under control.

"Please… let’s just get out of here," Shiloh said, almost out of breath.

Archer cursed under his breath and drove away. He sped toward his condo as fast as he could, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

When they arrived, Archer parked the car. He leaned back for a moment, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. Shiloh’s scent still lingered on him—on his clothes, in the air, clinging stubbornly to his senses.

"Damn it," he whispered.

He stepped out of the car and followed Shiloh toward the elevator. Archer pressed the button for the floor where his unit was located. The doors closed, and the elevator began to move.

But suddenly, it stopped.

The lights flickered and then went out.

Shiloh panicked, though he didn’t say a word. His breathing became uneven in the darkness.

Archer pursed his lips and reached for the emergency call button. He pressed it and spoke into the speaker.

"Hello? There are two people trapped in here," he said.

A moment later, a voice answered.

"Hello, this is the building operator. We received your emergency call. Please stay calm—help is on the way."

Archer stepped back and leaned against the elevator wall, trying to steady himself. The small space only made Shiloh’s scent stronger, wrapping around him and testing his control.

Shiloh bit his lower lip and nervously played with the hem of his shirt. He didn’t understand what was happening, why the air suddenly felt so heavy between them.

Then, in an instant, everything changed.

Shiloh felt himself pushed back until his shoulders touched the wall. Archer stood close in front of him, his presence overwhelming in the tight space.

Before Shiloh could react, Archer captured his lips in a hard kiss.

"You're f*****g driving me insane," Archer whispered in his ear.

Shiloh wrapped his legs around Archer's waist, panting heavily. His whole body felt unbearably hot, and his thoughts were becoming hazy from the heat coursing through him.

"Please," he begged softly.

Shiloh couldn't take the heat anymore.

Archer cursed under his breath and slipped a hand under Shiloh's clothes, touching him. Shiloh let out a soft moan at the contact.

"So f*****g wet," Archer muttered, his voice low. "You called me because you were in heat? I'm offended, Alexii," he whispered teasingly.

His hand moved upward, finding Shiloh's n****e through his shirt, pinching it lightly.

"A—Archer," Shiloh moaned, grinding his body against him helplessly.

"You filthy little omega," Archer murmured, cupping Shiloh's face.

Shiloh leaned closer and licked Archer's thumb, a small action that shattered the last of Archer's control.

"A captain wanting to be f****d?" Archer whispered huskily.

"f**k it… just f**k me, please," Shiloh pleaded breathlessly, trying to remove Archer's clothes in his desperation.

But Archer quickly caught his hands and stopped him.

"They're coming, baby," Archer whispered urgently.

He quickly grabbed Shiloh's shirt and pulled it back down properly over his body. Then he reached into his back pocket, pulled out a face mask, and placed it over Shiloh's face.

"Lower your head, alright?" Archer murmured close to his ear. "I'll f**k you hard and deep later, but we need to get out of here first," he added.

The elevator doors opened, and three members of the building's security and maintenance crew stepped out.

"Are you okay, sir?" one of them asked.

Archer kept an arm firmly around Shiloh's waist, supporting him. Shiloh lowered his head, trying to hide his flushed face. His mind was clouded, his thoughts scattered. All he could think about was Archer and the overwhelming heat burning through his body.

Without realizing it, Shiloh placed his hand against Archer's stomach, gripping the fabric of his shirt.

"I am," Archer replied calmly, "but my friend here isn't feeling well," he added.

"We can call the medical team," one of the security guards offered, already reaching for his radio.

Before he could make the call, Archer quickly stopped him.

"No need. He just needs some rest. We'll head out now. Thank you," Archer said politely.

Without waiting for further questions, Archer guided Shiloh away from the elevator and down the hallway.

Fortunately, most of the personnel in the building were Betas—people who could keep themselves under control even when an Omega in heat was nearby. Archer knew they had likely realized what the situation was, but none of them said anything.

They simply watched the two of them leave, choosing not to interfere.

When they arrived at the room, Archer locked the door behind them while Shiloh immediately began kissing him. Shiloh had been kissing him the entire way back to the unit, and it had taken every ounce of Archer's control not to pounce on him right there in the hallway.

"f**k, Alexii," Archer whispered against his lips. "You're one naughty omega," he added before pushing him gently onto the couch.

Shiloh quickly removed his clothes and pulled Archer closer to him.

"Slow down, tiger," Archer murmured.

Shiloh whimpered softly.

"I can't," Shiloh said breathlessly. "I need you inside me," he whispered, almost begging.

The heat inside him was unbearable. He wanted Archer's body pressed against his, wanted him deep inside him, again and again.

"And you shall receive it," Archer replied.

He guided Shiloh to position himself on all fours on the couch. Archer reached for the condom on the nearby table and tore the wrapper open.

After putting it on, he moved behind Shiloh and positioned himself before thrusting forward.

Both of them let out low moans at the contact. Shiloh was completely consumed by lust, unable to think about anything except Archer being inside him. His mind was hazy, his thoughts scattered as the heat took over his senses.

In that moment, he felt himself becoming what he had always hated the most about Omegas—being completely consumed by their instincts.