Page 45 of Sweet Omega
Tarymn scrubbed a hand down his face and muttered a curse under his breath. “Fuck, okay.” His voice dropped a notch, conspiratorial. “It’s an embezzlement case.”
Ludiin nodded, encouraging him to go on.
Tarymn told him about his meeting with Deltta and what he'd heard at the sphere. “But hearsay isn’t evidence. All I have are fragments of a conversation. Nothing in the documents Deltta gave me ties to them to the crime.”
Ludiin shifted on the floor, thoughtful. “When did he first notice something was off?”
“When the numbers didn’t add up,” Tarymn said. “The records claimed there should’ve been more credit than there was, but the actual funds were gone. Vanished. And the worst part? Deltta personally approved every single financial move the Council made. Every signature ties the mess back to him.”
“It’s set up for him to take the fall,” Ludiin said softly.
“Yes,” Tarymn said, frustration curling in his stomach. “Do you see why I’m stressed out?”
Ludiin didn’t answer. His nose wrinkled before he leaned in, close enough that Tarymn could feel the faint brush of his breath. The omega inhaled deeply, his moan filling the silence.
Tarymn went rigid, every muscle locking as his wolf reared its head. His aggression rippled along his skin. Losing control, his true nature taking over. He bit down on his tongue holding it at bay.
“What are you doing?” he managed, his voice tighter than he liked, doing his best not to fucking slip.
“Your scent,” Ludiin murmured, another breathy moan slipping free. “I feel dizzy and…”
Horny.
Ludiin didn’t have to say it. Tarymn could already smell the sweet, intoxicating scent curling through the air, baiting him, teasing him. A low rumble rose in his chest before he could think, and then he was pulling the omega close, nose pressed against the column of Ludiin’s neck, his mouth found the warm curve where shoulder met neck, right where an alpha’s claiming mark would be and lingered there. Ludiin shivered, the tremor running straight through Tarymn’s arms.
Tarymn hauled him closer, chest to chest, fingers locking around Ludiin’s arms as his teeth grazed that soft skin. The sound Ludiin made— a half whimper, half plea— drove himinsane. A growl tore loose, raw and dangerous, want clawing at his restraint. He was seconds away from sinking his teeth into flesh, from doing something neither of them could undo.
With a jolt, he tore himself back, the taste of Ludiin’s skin still lingering on his tongue.
“Shit,” he rasped, staggering to his feet, heart pounding. “I need to go.”
Without looking back, he took the stairs two at a time, stunned by what just happened.
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Ludiin
Ludiin stared at the empty spot where Tarymn had been sitting, his whole body trembling. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. All he could do was feel.His skin still burned where Tarymn had bitten him.
No, he hadn’t bitten him. But in that moment, it had felt like he had.
Ludiin dragged in a ragged breath, nails sinking into his thighs as his hole spasmed.
He was so horny.
God, he felt like he was going to lose his mind.
What the hell happened?
One minute they were talking and then there was this dizzying pull and Tarymn’s scent became thick… intoxicating, alluring, dangerous. He’d wanted more, wanted to drown in it.
Then Tarymn had dragged him close roughly…
Fuck, Ludiin bit into his bottom lip to keep from moaning as another wave of need washed over him.
What the fuck?
He sat frozen for what felt like forever before dragging himself upright, his arms and legs shaking so badly it took effort to walk to the workbench. Work became impossible. The sketches on his e-reader blurred, his hands clumsy, his concentration shot.
