Out of Bounds

3

"What would your teammates say if they saw you sprawled in my bed, naked and begging to be f****d?" Archer said while trailing Shiloh's body with his fingers. Shiloh's breath hitched, and she locked eyes with Archer.

"You wouldn't," he breathed. Archer smirked.

"Of course I wouldn't; I don't want to see them touch what's mine," he said, eyes darkened, and touched Shiloh's d**k.

"Who's yours? I am my own," Shiloh retorted. Archer stops making Shiloh whine.

"Archer, what the hell," Shiloh said. Archer smiled. This is the side he wanted to see more of, Shiloh.

"What do you want, Alexii?" Archer asked and cupped his face while touching his lips and his other hand to his d**k. Shiloh groaned and closed his eyes to feel the tip of Archer's finger.

"Alexii, what do you want?" Archer asked once more.

"Your dick...you f*****g dickwad," he said and glared at him. Archer tightened his hold on his d**k, making him whimper.

"Answer me properly, Alexii," he said.

"Archer, goddamnit! Please," Shiloh begged.

"What?" Archer teased.

"Just f**k me, alright?" Shiloh snapped. He felt his entire body burn. He wanted to be bred. To feel Archer inside of him. He hated being an omega; he despised that with just one touch during his heat, he would end up on the floor craving it.

"As you wish, Alexii," Archer said. He kissed his chest down to his stomach, but Shiloh pulled him, kissing him aggressively, which Archer responded to.

No one was backing out. They were both hungry for each other's body. Archer started moving his hand up and down Shiloh's d**k, eliciting a moan from Shiloh.

"You like this?" Archer said.

"Please," Shiloh begged.

"You like my d**k so much, Alexii?" Archer said and turned him around. Now his back's facing Archer, and he could see him putting on a condom in the mirror he had in his room.

Archer looked at him intensely and grabbed one of his butt cheeks as he slowly pushed his d**k inside of Shiloh. Shiloh gasped and groaned, feeling as if his body would rip apart.

"f**k, tight as ever," Archer cursed.

"Ahhhh," Shiloh moaned when Archer moved. He closed his eyes and grabbed the sheets tight.

"f**k, ahhhh," Archer moaned while his hands squeezed Shiloh's waist and thighs. He looked at the mirror and cursed seeing Shiloh's aroused face. Archer couldn't help but thrust into him faster and more violently.

"Ar...cher!" Shiloh moaned. He felt something was building inside of him. Archer grabbed his d**k and moved his hand up and down and fast, making Shiloh c*m.

"Almost there, baby," Archer said, and with a deep thrust, he finished. Both panting heavily, Shiloh lay down on Archer's bed while Archer wiped him clean and removed the condom he was wearing.

"I'm going," Shiloh said.

"Stay for a bit; I'm going to cook our meals," Archer said.

"I can't," Shiloh said and sat. He picked up his clothes on the ground and wore them. "I have to attend Mom and Dad's business party. I saw your family name on the guest list," he added. Archer shrugged his shoulders.

"My brother would take care of that," he said.

"Get up and take me home," Shiloh said when he was done changing. Archer groaned but followed nonetheless.

"Fine, fine," he said. Shiloh looked at him while changing and couldn't help but gulp seeing his body.

"Like what you are seeing, baby?" Archer asked, making Shiloh blush and look away.

"f**k off and hurry, Archer," he said and left the room. Archer chuckled and took his keys as he followed Shiloh out.

They arrived at Shiloh's house thirty minutes from Archer. Shiloh went out and waved his hand as he began walking. He made sure Archer parked a block away, as he didn't want anyone to know about his connection with the rival school's basketball captain.

Shiloh rang the bell, and the door opened.

"Hi, Auntie," he sheepishly said to their maidservant, who has been with them since he couldn't remember.

"Shiloh! Where's your car, son?" his auntie, Maria, asked. Shiloh scratched the back of his head and smiled.

"I left it at university, Auntie." My teammate took me home," he reasoned out.

"Oh, come on then. Your parents are waiting for you," she said. "And congratulations on the game. "You did well," she added, which made Shiloh smile once more.

"Thanks, Auntie," he said and went to his parents' study room. Shiloh knocked three times before opening the door.

"Shiloh!" Her mother, Judith Cross, immediately wrapped her arms around her son's body. "Congrats on the game. You and the rest of the team did well," she added with a warm smile.

"But we lost the game, Mom," Shiloh said.

"I saw your game, son," his father, Monroe Cross, said. "You still did your best. Beat them next time, and we apologize that we couldn't watch your game," he added.

"It's alright, Dad," Shiloh said, but the truth was, he was still hoping for them to come and watch his game. Ever since their business expanded, his parents haven't had time for them. Having them in the house for hours was a luxury for him and his brother.

"Are we going, or are you going to follow Slade to the party?" Judith asked.

"I'm going with Slade, Mom," he said. His parents left the house, and it was filled with silence again. Shiloh heaved a sigh and went to his brother's room.

"Slade, are you ready?" he asked outside. The door opened, and Slade went out. He's almost caught up with Shiloh in terms of height, and he's still growing at the age of fifteen.

"Where are they?" Slade asked, complete in his suit.

"They left first," Shiloh replied. "You are coming with me after I'm done changing," he added. Slade nodded, and Shiloh couldn't help but ruffle his brother's hair.

"Oh come on, brother, I just fixed it!" Slade said and groaned. Shiloh laughed and walked away.

Shiloh took a quick shower, cleaning his body of Archer's scent, and went out after. Good thing Maria prepared everything for him. Shiloh took the tuxedo and fixed himself.

Archer, however, got home just as his parents were heading to the garage.

"Where have you been, Archer?" his mother, Eloise Whitmore, asked.

"Condo," Archer replied casually while his hands were in his pockets.

"Change your clothes. You're coming to the party with us," his father, Jansen Whitmore, said.

"Why? Is Alec not enough?" he asked. Jansen glared at him and was about to speak when a girl came running to him.

"Archer!" she said and giggled.

"My beautiful sister, Alondra," Archer said and lifted her up. "How are you, kiddo?" he asked.

"I'm good! Congratulations on winning, Archer," she smiled and kissed her brother's cheeks.

"Alondra, let's go," Jansen said.

"But Daddy, Brother won," Alondra said.

"As he should, Alondra," he said. "Our name would be a laughingstock if he loses that stupid game," he added, making Archer clench his hand into a fist. The Whitmores are a family of Alpha bloodline. A strict household known to society, and mistakes were never tolerated, as they could tarnish the family name they have been protecting for ages. For Archer's father, his children should always come out on top, for all of them are proud Alphas, but Archer hated it.

"Go on, Alondra. I'm okay; I'm going to follow you at the party," he said and put her sister down as he walked away from them.