Page 62 of Sweet Omega
“I won’t,” Ludiin said, heart thundering. “Because I wantyou.”
The silence that followed was brutal. Heavy. Suffocating. He never should’ve said it. Not now. Not like this. Not while Tarymn’s knot pulsed deep inside him and he couldn’t fucking get up and leave. Shame curled hot under his skin. He wanted to vanish. To melt into the mattress and never come out.
“You can’t want me, Ludiin,” Tarymn said eventually, his voice softer but no less cruel. “It’s not real. It’s just because I was there for your first heat. You caught my scent. That’s all this is. You need to be around other alphas. Find out what you like. You don’t even know if you like aggressive alphas or not. You haven’t experienced the world, seen what’s out there. Once you do, this… whatever you think you feel, it’ll fade.”
“You want me to be with other alphas?” Ludiin asked, hollowly.
“Yes,” Tarymn said.
“Okay.”
“You’ll do it?”
Ludiin didn’t respond.
“Ludiin?”
“I don’t want to talk about other alphas right now,” he said, pressing his face into the pillow. “Not while you’re still inside me.”
His throat tightened as tears threatened. He gritted his teeth and held them back with everything he had.
He wasn’t going to cry.
“Ludiin, we can’t…”
Ludiin squeezed his ass, arching back into him to shut him up. Tarymn groaned, then gripped his hips. For a second Ludiin thought he'd pull away, but he started to move, fucking him all over again. And for the next four days, Tarymn dragged him into a whirlwind of unrelenting pleasure, until Ludiin no longer knew where he began or ended. Only Tarymn existed.
And Ludiin wished he could hold on to him a little longer. Just a moment more. But his heat ended, and Tarymn slipped away like a dream dissolving at first light. The emptiness he left behind ached worse than the soreness in Ludiin’s body.
Ludiin clutched the pillow, pressing it hard against his face as if he could muffle the ache swelling inside him. He wasn’t going to cry. He refused to.
“Ludiin?” came Luci’s muffled voice through the door accompanied by a slight knock.
Not now! Ludiin wanted to shout. He didn’t want company. He didn’t want to be seen like this, wrecked, aching.
But Luci was already inside, as always.
“You can’t just knock and waltz in,” Ludiin said, sitting up, voice tight with frustration. “What if I was with someone?”
“You mean Tarymn?” Luci asked, casually drifting toward the window. He flung it open, letting in a breeze that made Ludiin’s skin prickle. “I saw him leave.”
He left, just like that.
Ludiin threw the covers aside, a dull ache blooming in his chest at the thought of him leaving so easily. He couldn’t bear to stay in that bed a second longer. But just as he tried to rise, Luci gently pushed him back down.
“Here.”
“What is this?” Ludiin asked, accepting the pill Luci handed him.
“Something to make sure you don’t end up carrying Tarymn’s cub,” Luci replied without blinking.
Ludiin froze. His eyes widened, the pill heavy in his palm.
“Unless… you want his cub?” Luci added, more softly this time.
“No. I…” Ludiin’s voice cracked. “You knew?”
“Of course,” Luci said. “He helped you with your first heat. His scent was all over you.”
