Page 55 of Sweet Omega
Then…everything started to go wrong. Heat flooded his body without warning, turning his skin feverish and slick with sweat. He was burning from the inside out, every breath shallow and ragged. Time lost all meaning. There was only the relentless, throbbing ache pulsing through him.
And it was unbearable.
He writhed on the bed, muscles locking with each wave of searing need. Tears blurred his vision, streaming down his cheeks as he sobbed. Desperate. He screamed until his throat burned, but the ache didn’t ease.
Nothing helped.
Tarymn. He needed him.
He really… really shouldn’t.
Don’t go to him. Don’t you dare!
But his limbs were already moving, dragging him out of bed, as if something else was in control. He barely remembered opening the door, barely remembered stepping out.
Tarymn’s door loomed in front of him.
Go back. You can ride it out.
But he didn’t turn around. His hand moved before he could stop it, pressed on the access panel and the door slid open.
And then, Tarymn’s scenthit him like a warm wave. Rich, dark, familiar. It wrapped around him, calming the storm in his body, if only slightly.
He needed more.
Ludiin crept to the bed through the dark, guided only by the pull of Tarymn’s lingering scent. Maybe being near it would soothe the storm inside him. Besides, Tarymn wasn’t home.He’d gone to speak with Deltta. He wouldn’t know. Ludiin slid under the covers.
Then…
Tarymn?
Ludiin froze. His heart slammed against his ribs as his eyes adjusted to the dim room. And there he was. Tarymn. Not gone. Not asleep either.
“What are you…” Tarymn began groggily, but then he inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring. A low, primal growl rumbled from his chest.
Ludiin’s throat went dry. “I…” he stammered, shrinking under the weight of his own shame and desire. Now that Tarymn was here, real and so close, all the words he’d planned scattered like dust. He didn’t know what to do. What to say. Only that he shouldn’t be here. But God, he couldn’t stay away. Ludiin blindly reached for him and dragged him on top of him. “Please, Tarymn. I need you.”
“Fuck, Ludiin,” Tarymn moaned, his weight settling on him.
Ludiin sighed in relief.
This is the last time, he told himself as he felt Tarymn’s cock nudge his hole. The crown slipped in…and the fucking world turned to paradise as Tarymn sank deeper. He held still for a few seconds, and then he was moving. Fucking him.
“Harder,” Ludiin begged.
“Fuck,” Tarymn groaned, but he did as he asked. He snapped his hips, fucking him deeper and harder.
Ludiin wrapped his thighs around Tarymn’s waist and hung on.
No more uncontrollable need, anxiety and pain, just bliss. It felt wrong, and yet utterly right. Like this was where he was meant to be, where every part of him craved to remain. As if the ache inside him had finally found its cure. Ludiin closed hiseyes, letting the warmth wrap around him, surrendering to the intoxicating rush of pleasure and comfort flooding his senses.
And when Tarymn knotted him… he wanted to scream his lungs out, but he bit his tongue and held it in. It felt so good.
And his cum…
“Oh shit,” Ludiin mumbled as he felt the stream of cum deep inside him. He squeezed his ass instinctively wanting more. And Tarymn gave it him. He filled him up with his cum, until he felt it dripping out of his hole.
It was filthy, but so fucking good.
