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“Don’t do that,” Tarymn growled, the command low, half to himself.
“I’m not doing anything.”
Yes, he wasn’t. And yet, he was. He just didn’t realize it.
Get out of here, Tarymn told himself.Just turn and leave.But his feet rooted in place while his control frayed thread by thread.
What the hell was wrong with him? Tarymn raked a hand through his hair, his chest tight as though he were going to lose his mind with want. Ludiin was fucking off-limits. He knew that.
“Tary…?” Ludiin said, his name sounding like a moan on his lips.
“Just… work on it,” he said abruptly, forcing himself towards the stairs.
“I will.”
“Good, thanks,” he said, descending the stairs, every muscle tight with restraint. Four days without the omega should be enough to work through this weird attraction.
It should be fine. He should be fine.
Chapter 10
Ludiin
It had felt like this.
Ludiin tightened his fingers around the Lumina sculpture, testing the weight, the girth, and bulging veins. It was the exact replica of Tarymn’s cock—well, how he remembered it anyway. Ludiin’s fingers twitched around it, trembling with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. He knew this was madness, but he couldn’t stop himself from making it.
A creak behind him sent a breath rushing out of his lungs. His heart leapt into his throat.
Tarymn.
For a second, he was sure the alpha had come waltzing into the den unannounced, like he always did, and caught him. He darted a glance over his shoulder, pulse thudding in his ears.
Empty.
Of course. Tarymn wouldn’t be coming up here anytime soon. He was in heat.
Ludiin bit the inside of his mouth hard enough to taste blood as his heart clenched for reasons he didn’t want to name.
Stupid.He slammed a fist against his chest.
So what if Tarymn was tangled up with another omega right now? He should be out looking for an alpha himself instead of making a pleasuring bot that looked exactly like Tarymn’s cock.
“What are you doing?” Luci’s voice cut in from behind him.
Ludiin jerked, swallowing a curse. Why was everyone creeping up here like this wasn’t his private space? He needed a damn door. Preferably one that locked.
“Ohhh…” Luci stepped closer, eyes catching the soft sheen of the prototype sitting on the workbench next to the sculpture. “Are you making pleasuring bots now? This looks... eerily real. Does it work?”
“I haven’t tested it yet,” Ludiin said tightly, “but I’m sure it works.”
Luci tilted his head, studying both the bot and Ludiin. “Why are you making pleasuring bots? I thought you built heavy machinery?”
Ludiin shifted under the weight of his gaze. “It’s for my heat. I didn’t like the bots you bought me.”
That wasn’t the problem. The bots were fine.
He just… he wanted this. Maybe if he built it, if he recreated even a fragment of that night, it would be enough. He wouldn’t have to go searching for an alpha.
