Page 92 of Sweet Omega
Tarymn lifted his glass again. The drink still burned, but it no longer clawed at his throat like it did before. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
“Me neither,” Deltta admitted. “But once you find someone who matters to you more than the very air you breathe, more than life itself, you’ll understand. You need that too. Or maybe...” he narrowed his eyes on him, “...maybe you already found it. Is that why you’re here?”
Tarymn shifted, trying not to fidget under the weight of Deltta’s gaze. It was like being peeled open. Deltta’s knowing chuckle filled the space between them.
“So, there is someone.”
Tarymn dragging a hand over his face. “Yes, and I did something so stupid. I think I made everything worse. That’s why I’m here. I needed to clear my head.”
“You couldn’t do that at home?” Deltta asked. “It’s someone from your house, isn’t it?” He leaned forward, all amusement gone now. “One of your brothers?”
“Stepbrother,” Tarymn said too quickly.
Deltta smirked. “You say that like you need to convince yourself.”
Tarymn glared at him. “Don’t start.”
“I’m not starting anything. I’m just sitting here, sipping my delicious drink, watching you squirm and run from your feelings.”
“I’m not running,” Tarymn mumbled. “I’m trying to think. I can’t think when I’m home. I just react. All I want to do is drag him into my arm and…”
“Fuck him,” Deltta said with a dry laugh.
“Fuck, Deltta,” Tarymn snapped.
Deltta lifted both brows, laughter rumbling in his chest. “What? Am I lying?”
“This isn’t funny,” Tarymn growled in frustration. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I feel like shit. I shouldn’t have touched him.”
Deltta’s face softened, the teasing replaced by quiet concern. “What happened?”
Tarymn didn’t answer right away. He reached for the bottle Yarr had left behind, poured himself a full glass, and downed it in one go.
“That bad?” Deltta asked.
“I doubt he’ll ever want to talk to me ever again.”
“Did he say that?”
“He didn’t have to,” Tarymn murmured. “If I were him, I wouldn’t want to. I managed to stay away from him for the past five years. Kept everything bottled up, buried so deep it almost felt like it wasn’t there. But tonight…” His words caught in his throat. Tarymn exhaled sharply. “I don’t know what came over me tonight. Seeing him with that other alpha… I lost control. I followed him into the washroom and just attacked him. He’s my mate. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You attacked him?”
Tarymn’s face flushed red. “No. I mean…” he hesitated. “Not like that. We didn’t even have sex. I mean we did. But I didn’t fuck him with my cock. I used my tongue. Roughly. Without thinking. I couldn’t stop myself.”
“So you tongue fucked your mate in a public washroom after spiraling from jealousy.”
“Thank you for putting it that way,” Tarymn said bitterly. “Really makes me feel better.”
Deltta grinned, but there was sympathy in his eyes. “Look, you wouldn’t be sitting here if you didn’t already feel like shit. And I’m not judging you. I just think… maybe it’s time for you to stopoverthinking. Don’t approach this like your job where you have to think over every move. This is your mate.”
“You think I’m overthinking?” Tarymn asked, jaw tight.
“Yes. Who waits five years to be with their mate?” Deltta said without hesitation. “And you’re doing it again. If it were me, I’d be in bed with my mate right now, not here sulking. You’re an aggressive alpha. Control isn’t in our nature, especially when it comes to our mate.”
“I don’t want that,” Tarymn said. “I’ve already hurt him. The last thing I want is to scare him off for good.”
Deltta tilted his head, studying him. “Did he look scared when you fucked him in public?”
