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“You can’t be alone, Master,” Pitra said gently. “This will help. He won’t be here, but… his scent will be.”
Tarymn stared at the shirt like it might bite him. He wasn’t sure who was more depraved. Pitra, for bringing it in here like it was a gift, or himself, for even thinking about taking it. Ludiin’s scent clung to the fabric, soft and intoxicating.
It would help. Just enough to keep him sane. At least until Sirhe showed up and knocked him out cold.
“This is messed up,” he muttered, even as his hand reached forward, trembling with restraint. “Sirhe will be here in a few hours. Let him in.”
“Yes, Master,” Pitra replied, then turned and quietly slipped out of the room.
Tarymn stood still for a breath, then crushed the shirt to his face. The scent hit him like a punch to the chest. It smelled like home. Like everything beautiful, sweet and soft.
He stumbled to the bed, his hands already pushing his pants down. He grasped his cock, moaning in bliss as pleasure flooded his veins. He wanted the scent everywhere on his body.
A thought slithered into his mind. Wicked. Forbidden. And so wrong it made his stomach twist. He shook his head, trying to banish it, but it clung to him. Logic didn’t matter anymore. Not when he was drowning. His hand moved all on its own, horror, disgust and fucking mind-numbing pleasure mingling inside him as he wrapped the shirt around his cock.
“Fuck…damn,” he groaned, fucking into his fist. The soft material of the shirt felt so good against his heated skin, and he knew he wouldn’t last for long. And he didn’t fight it. He rocked his hips faster and harder, and then…
His entire world shattered into a million pieces. A tortured gasp tore from his throat as a pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known slammed into him, raw and all-consuming. A roar ripped out of mouth as cum gushed from his cock, soaking into the soft cloth, his body trembling.
And he kept coming… his pleasure twisting into pain as his knot swelled with a desperate ache, only to find nothing there. Just the echoing absence of his mate. The longing clawed so deeply through him, as the darkness rushed in like a wave, swallowing him whole.
When he came to, everything was hazy. Sirhe’s face hovered above him. “Pitra told me everything,” he said. “I gave you the sedative. It should start working soon.”
“Thank you.”
“Can’t you talk to him? I mean he’s your mate.”
Tarymn shook his head. “And I broke his heart. He stopped his heat because of me. He felt it and I told him it wasn’t real. How do I come back and tell him it’s real? Convince him that he’s mine when I told him that he can’t want me.”
“Damn.”
“Exactly.”
“But you’re going to have to fix it. You can’t sedate yourself forever.”
“I know. I just don’t know how yet,” Tarymn said. “And this doesn’t leave this room.” He said staring at Pitra.
“Of course, Master.”
Tarymn nodded, his eyes heavy. He clutched the blanket Pitra must’ve thrown over him as he slowly drifted away to Sirhe and Pitra’s retreating footsteps. He must be the worst alpha on the planet to not recognize his mate.
Tarymn wondered how he was going to fix this.
How do you mend a broken heart?
Chapter 15
Ludiin
Five years later.
Present day.
“Whatever it is, the answer is no,” Ludiin muttered, not even bothering to look up. His fingers hovered over the scattered mess of parts on the workbench.
He’d spent hours just staring at the damn thing, hoping sheer willpower would make it work. When that failed, he’d taken it apart, reassembled it, and taken it apart again.
Now it lay there, lifeless. Dead.
