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Tarymn’s jaw tightened as he stepped into the den, his eyes immediately locking on the other alpha lounging comfortably on his couch, looking far too at ease. Every instinct in Tarymn screamed to rip him apart, to tear him away from Ludiin and claim the omega, fuck waiting.
“He’s here again,” Tarymn bit out as he stalked further inside.
Ludiin barely looked up, fingers moving deftly across his e-reader as he sketched, as if Tarymn’s presence meant nothing. His long hair framed his face in dark waves, his soft loungewear draping over his lean frame, making him look infuriatingly beautiful. Tarymn’s chest clenched.He wanted to be the only one who saw him like this—unguarded, serene.
Lethal heat burned in Tarymn’s stare as he turned it back on Ford, silently daring him to explain what the hell he was still doing there.
“He’s my model,” Ludiin said at last, his voice calm.
Tarymn’s teeth ground together. “I thought I was your model.”
“I never agreed to that,” Ludiin replied, finally meeting his gaze.
Something in Tarymn cracked open. The casual defiance in his mate’s tone slammed into him like a blade to the gut.Was this it? Was he too late? Was Ludiin too angry to forgive him?
The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Tarymn’s pulse pounded as the tension inside him coiled tighter. Then someone cleared their throat.
Tarymn’s head whipped toward the sound, and it took every ounce of control not to lunge at the bastard. Ford raised his hands slightly in surrender, eyes flicking between them. “I’ll… give you two a minute to talk,” he said quickly before making a hasty retreat.
The instant the echo of the alpha’s footsteps faded, Tarymn turned back to Ludiin. “Is he the one you want?”
Chapter 22
Ludiin
Ludiin’s tongue flicked out to wet his suddenly dry lips, a needy ache curling low in his belly. That wild, electric hunger gripped him again, begging to be fed.
“Answer me,” Tarymn said, his voice deceptively calm. But beneath that calm, anger simmered, thrumming in the air between them. It wrapped around Ludiin, sending a shiver down his spine. His pulse thundered in his ears, every beat loud enough to drown out reason.
What the hell is wrong with me?Ludiin thought, panic and desire tangling until he couldn’t tell one from the other. He shouldn’t crave this. He shouldn’t want Tarymn angry.
But he did. God, he did.
The hunger in him rose like a tide, spilling into every corner of his chest. He wanted Tarymn to end this torture, to stop holdingback, to reach for him the way he had in that washroom, the way he always did during his heats, leaving him no space to think, only to feel.
“Is he?” Tarymn asked again.
“I said he’s my model,” Ludiin bit out. The reply barely left his lips before a growl tore from Tarymn’s chest, deep and primal, the sound vibrating through the room like a warning rumble from a storm about to break.
And then, Tarymn was on him. The workbench shuddered under the force of his body, tools clinking and scattering as he was pressed against it.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
Teeth sank into the back of his neck, not deep enough to draw blood, but firm enough to send a shiver of warning down his spine.
“Tarymn?” Ludiin moaned.
“Stay still,” Tarymn growled. Ludiin swallowed hard, forcing his trembling body to obey.
“I won’t move,” he said.
“Good.”
“What are you going to do?” Ludiin asked, his voice shaky.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Tarymn said, but paused for a beat as if waiting for permission or daring him to refuse.
