Page 49 of Sweet Omega
He explained the idea of accessing the system under Deltta’s credentials so Ludiin could hunt for proof of document tampering. Deltta agreed. Risky, yes, but the alternatives were worse.
“Let me know what you find.”
“I will.”
When the line went dead, Tarymn dropped the connector onto the desk with a dull thud. His muscles remained tight. He lifted his arms above his head, but the there was no relief.
Then, a molten wave of heat ripped through him, curling deep in his belly and spreading outward until his skin felt too tight. His hands clamped onto the desk, knuckles whitening, as raw need surged hot and fast through his veins, stealing his breath.
Shit.
His heat.
How the hell had he forgotten about that?
The warning signs hadn’t been there. The subtle aches, that faint simmer under his skin hadn’t been there, but tonight it had struck like lightning.
No build-up, no mercy. And now… the memory of what happened in the den burned through him. Was that why he’d reacted the way he did? It would explain a lot.
But why Ludiin?
He’d reacted to the omega’s closeness like a man starved. He’d never lost his grip like that before. His instincts had never dictated his actions. Never. Ludiin was fucking testing his control. Ever since he’d arrived, Tarymn hadn’t been the same. It felt like he was unraveling, thread by thread.
Jaw set, he picked up his connector and scrolled for Pitra’s code.
“Evening, Master,” came Pitra’s voice as soon the line connected.
“Evening, Pitra. I need you to arrange a service omega for me,” Tarymn said.
“Of course. I’ll see if Femi is available,” Pitra replied without pause.
“Thanks,” Tarymn said as he made his way out of the office, his feet thudding softly down the dim hallway toward Ludiin’s den. He didn’t need to wonder if the omega was there. Ludiinwas always there, tinkering with his machines like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
Sure enough, he found him hunched over the workbench, his hands black from the Lumina, muttering under his breath as he worked.
Ludiin’s scent hit him like a wave—warm, rich, utterly intoxicating. It curled into his lungs before he could stop it, stoking the fire already burning low and dangerous in his veins. Heat licked across his skin, urging him forward, whispering to close the distance between them.
He forced himself to stand still.
I’m always in control,he reminded himself.
“Ludiin,” he said, his voice smooth, like nothing inside him was threatening to break.
Ludiin glanced up at him, a smudge of black Lumina streaking across his porcelain cheek. His hair was a chaotic crown atop his head, and at some point, he’d changed into his oversized shirt and loose shorts. He looked adorable and innocent. Tempting enough to make Tarymn’s hands curl into fists as he battled the restless pulse clawing through him.
“You’re chaos wrapped in an oversized shirt.”
“What?”
“Nothing.” Tarymn shook his head sharply. “I spoke to Deltta. He agreed to let you access the system. Pitra will assist you. I won’t be around to help.”
“Are you travelling?”
“No. I’m going into heat.”
Ludiin froze. And for a split second, Tarymn swore the omega’s scent thickened, filling the space.Sweet. Too sweet.
“Okay,” Ludiin said softly.
